In Your Nightmares Chapter 36: A Flame from the Ashes, a kirby fanfic

In You're Nightmares, A Flame from the Ashes

By: TheSilverHyena

WARNING! Contains:: Strong Language, Violence, Graphic Description of Gore, and Intent to Kick some Serious Ass.

'I now know what a mistake I have made, and for that sake of my family I will not make the same one twice. Now we all must pay the price, the highest price. But I swear upon my blood, spirit, and honor, with the Great Dragon and stars above as my witness, I shall free you both, little sister, or die trying! Before we leave, it has been requested that we at least attend a small funeral to honor the fallen and see their spirits safely to Sundar. Well, we've got to get ready anyway, it will do us no good trotting off into the Badlands half prepared. Besides, it is the least we can do for these poor souls. Worry not, Neo and Kirby, we are coming for you!'

The Thoughts of Kautounie Redsun

'This-this is beyond shocking. I knew war was harsh and ugly... but I'm beginning to understand why Sir Meta Knight has always been so distant. Seeing so many dead with your own eyes, it scars you for life. I'll never be able to unsee these things, like the mother holding her dead husband in her arms while her child cries out into the night. But this is also another reminder of why we're doing what we do. Why I chose the path of a star warrior. I have no idea what to expect in the Badlands, but if Kirby and Neo are there, then I'll go in after them... and no demon lord, undead, or monster will stand between me and my friends!'

The Thoughts of Tiff Ebrum

'A sight I have seen many times, on many planets. Cities leveled to rubble, orphaned children, dead mothers, dead fathers! Grrrrrr! Will this evil's thirst ever be slaked? No! Not when I get through with it. He took my son! Now he shall pay the highest price. Kirby, be brave and strong, my little warrior. Your father is coming for you!'

The Thoughts of Sir Meta Knight

'Last in line this time, huh? Doesn't really matter, I guess. Anyway, I'm without my second home, the Crimson Woods are a mess, and furthermore the boss lady is without a base of operation. But homes and possessions can be rebuilt and remade, the lives lost here this night cannot. Before we leave for a journey we may not come back from, all of us are attending a funeral for those who died in battle. I wouldn't dare say it out loud right now, but death in battle... it's the best way for a Redsun to go. Now then, Kautounie, Meta Knight, and the rest of the pack... we've all got a jail break to pull off. That son of a bitch Dusk better hope Meta Knight gets to him first, because I wont make it clean and easy!

The Thoughts of Geoffrey 'Redsun' Collins

'I-I don't know how long it has been, only that we've been trapped in here for what feels like an eternity. Kirby and myself have not been bothered by the Bloodtooths, not since they cast us in our cell and locked the door. It's dark and cold... that's all there is here. I pray you find us in time. I fear Dusk has terrible plans in store for us. Why else would he keep us alive? Please hurry...'

The Thoughts of Neo Redsun

*Crimson Woods*

It was morning by now and the snow had stopped falling and the clouds had cleared, yet no birds chirped and no animals foraged. The only sounds heard were that of the Redsuns howling as they sang their somber song to the disappearing stars above. All the dead Redsuns and their allies, along with Zodiac, The Golden Lord, had been placed upon a large pile of wood in Kabu's clearing, so they could be given a proper funeral. Once Tamoko had finished their chorus, Thexadrell and Dracara both made gestures with their hands, causing the form of their fallen brother to shimmer for a moment, then breathed their flames over the bonfire. A funeral by dragon's fire, the greatest honor of burial, reserved only for those who died in battle.

All the main crew aboard the Halberd had attended along with it's passengers, if even for a short while. Zwetoock funerals tended to be quick, as their grief quickly turned into a thirst for vengeance. Since the Halberd's crew and passengers were going to be staying here, they may as well get to know the Redsuns.

With a rumbling growl, Thexadrell and Dracara stepped back, bowing their heads in respect. While the bonfire burned, the Redsuns began to throw small objects into the fire; beads, jewels, colorful feathers, and knives of bone and steel to name a few before howling again. Kautounie took one feather out of her mane and tossed it on the burning pile and Geoffrey had taken a handful of gold dragons and silver shanks to throw on there. Even Garna had given up one of her jeweled daggers to show her respect. Following the example, Meta Knight had thrown something into the blaze, what it was, no one really saw.

"May Sundar's fire light their path to peace and eternal rest." Tamoko chanted.

She followed with some hand gestures, which were copied like clockwork by the rest of the Redsuns and Meta Knight, though were awkwardly imitated by their other guests. Now that the funeral was over, the dead were left to burn, and become part of the earth they had once walked upon.

IYNMs~IYNMs~IYNMs~IYNMs~IYNMs~IYNMs~

Once the service was over, Meta Knight led the team back to the Halberd. The horses were already saddled and ready and supplies had been packed, but there were some things that needed attending first before setting out. Tiff had already done her best to explain everything to her family. But there was no easy way to tell them that this may be the journey she wouldn't come back from. Tuff had offered to go with them, but was quickly held back by Sword and Blade. Even for experienced warriors like Sir Meta Knight, going into the Demon's Mouth was considered suicide.

Once that uncomfortable moment was dealt with, Meta Knight split off, so he could speak to Sword and Blade in private while the others checked their supplies. Escargoon was on the verge of tears, begging King Dedede not to go. Through all this, Kautounie remained quiet and relatively unresponsive, as she was deep in thought.

"Sir-captain, are-are you sure? Are you serious, sir?" Sword stammered, staring at his master.

"Dead serious!" Meta Knight growled sternly.

Sword and Blade glanced to each other, then to where Dracara and Thexadrell could be seen, the mighty red dragon's massive form looming over the treetops, while the sleek green dragon shifted her clawed feet on the fallen log she perched upon.

"It shall' e' done, milord!" Blade said.

While Meta Knight was busy making arrangements with his knaves, Garna and Roaren were hanging around by Geoffrey, Kautounie, and the others, trying to listen in on Meta Knight's conversation.

"What's going on?" Geoffrey muttered, slinging his sniper rifle on his back.

"Somethin' about the Halberd, I think." Roaren whispered.

"Meta Knight's telling his knaves that if he or any of you guys don't come back... to take the command of the Halberd basically." Garna sighed, earning quizzical looks from both Geoffrey and Roaren.

Damn did that girl have good ears.

"You heard all that just now?" King Dedede asked.

"How? They're whispering." Tiff muttered.

"What? I pay attention to these things." Garna groaned, "Why is it such a shock to everyone? Anyway, that's not what we're here for, Geoffrey. Before Thea'or was completely destroyed, I did manage to save a few things."

The guild mistress began digging through her long, leather coat's pockets. Inside, anyone watching could get a glimpse at a shiny object or three, then there was something that Tiff recognized; a small figurine of Meta Knight, the same one that was only available from those chocolate balls at Tuggle's Grocery Store. At all the curious looks Garna was getting, Geoffrey and Roaren quickly warned everyone to look away.

"It wasn't easy for her to get that, believe me." Roaren muttered to Tiff, "Look away and you wont get hurt."

"Ah, here it is! I was saving this for you as a birthday present, but I think you could use it now." Garna purred, "I hope it will make my best lieutenant's day just a little bit brighter. It was this... or... my painting of the Great Sir Arthur. I really hope he can forgive me."

"I'm sure he will, boss lady." Geoffrey snorted, calmly, "A noble sacrifice to be certain."

Out of her duster, Garna pulled out a massive handgun, bigger then the one Geoffrey normally carried. (Come to think of it, Tiff didn't think that was possible.) This was the sort of gun that looked as though it would break the halfling's wrist should she ever fire it. Geoffrey's jaw nearly hit the ground. From the handle to the barrel, this hand held cannon was at least eighteen inches long. Even better, Garna had been thoughtful enough to include a hunting scope and the ammunition. Wildly considered to be one of the most powerful handguns in the Galaxy, this certainly made Geoffrey's day a little bit brighter.

"My two idols... Smith and Wesson 500!" Geoffrey exclaimed, "I think I'll call it Nivendethas, the zwetoock word for 'Avenger'. Thank you, Lady She-Wolf!"

Such a masterpiece of a weapon, the Galaxia of the gun world, if one were to go that far. The fact that Garna had sacrificed her favorite painting of her personal hero so that this beauty could be spared was a testament to it's true greatness.

"Specially modified of course with the finest enchantments Nightmare's cash could buy. It's a fantastic weapon, originating from that nowhere planet called Earth, but I've had it... conditioned," Garna snorted, "This thing will take a Dire Wolfwrath's head right off... no offense, Roaren."

"None taken." Roaren sighed, raising one paw into the air.

"So... where are you gonna go... now that your base is destroyed and all?" King Dedede asked.

"I'll think of something," Garna shrugged, "It'll have to be secret and secluded, somewhere no one else knows about... or at least no one else dares to enter."

Before she finished, Garna had trailed off deep in thought. By that time, Meta Knight had rejoined them, though his eyes visibly widened at the sight of Geoffrey's fine new weapon. Kautounie had even snapped from her brooding thoughts to admire the handgun. That would certainly be useful, not to mention, it was beyond gorgeous.

From the well worn forest path, Tamoko and Rhego could be seen, making their way towards the adventuring party to see them off. Pain was heavy in both their faces. They knew what had to be done, but that didn't make it any easier.

"Your majesties." Meta Knight said, bowing, followed by Garna, Roaren, and Tiff.

Geoffrey and Kautounie lightly bowed their heads to the Alpha pair, though King Dedede did not, which was understandable. Self proclaimed or not, he was still a king himself. Alphess Tamoko shifted her blind gaze to each in turn, eventually stopping at King Dedede.

"So this is the alpha you serve, Sir Meta Knight," Tamoko observed, reaching out with her hand to feel the King's shoulder.

King Dedede was confused, but he was advised by Meta Knight and Kautounie both to stay right where he was.

"Hmmmm... This is the one who long ago plagued his kingdom with the demons he now fights. Years ago, I would have said you could do better. But there is something else now, a spark of spirit." Tamoko observed, her milky blue gaze locking onto King Dedede's own blue eyes, "I see that there is fire and courage, the mark of a true alpha. My daughters and son have it too." she continued, "And there is strength! Hm... lots of strength to be certain."

Tamoko paused, then waved her staff in the air. There was a crackling flash of light, then levitating in front of Dreamland's King was a metal mask, dark silver in color with three curved gold spikes, one on each side, and one in the center like a crown.

"A crown fit for a king, Alpha Dedede." Tamoko explained, handing the king her gift, "When you first enter combat, put it on, and let it's power flow through you. If you are a true alpha, you will feel it's might." she added, in her gentle yet mysterious voice.

Rhego had also said something in zwetoock, that although King Dedede didn't understand, Meta Knight fought to suppress the smile forming under his armor. Something about how he could possibly be the alpha of the penguins and other flightless birds.

"W-wow... thank you... alphess, was it?" King Dedede stammered.

Well this came as a shock. Here he was thinking that Tamoko was groping him just to find where the easiest part to tear into was. Even Escargoon was in shock as well. Courage, she had said. What courage did she see in him? Obviously Tamoko knew something the snail didn't.

Next, Tamoko greeted Garna and Roaren, then Tiff. She remarked at how much the girl had grown in strength and how she had learned to take command of Wicked with such grace and ease. And a Blade Dancer no less, an art not many outside zwetoock packs could claim to know. Awkwardly fighting back her tears, Tiff thanked the alphess. Geoffrey of course, after holstering his new cannon, pulled his mother into a hug.

"We'll bring them both back, or die trying, mom." Geoffrey whispered in her ear, "Come on, dad, you too, get over here."

The Alphas savored each moment spent with their cubs and companions. For all they knew, this may have been the last time they would ever see them. Now it was Meta Knight's turn. Tamoko knelt down on the ground, then let her mate guide her hand to Meta Knight's shoulder guard.

"There is no greater gift you could ever give me, then the one I already have." Meta Knight sighed, "The cub that I thought I would never have." he finished, quoting that Alphess' previous words from the last time they had left the Crimson Woods.

Tamoko smiled gently, "You fight with the heart of a dragon, my friend. Your son is waiting for you."

"As is your daughter." Meta Knight said, placing his gloved hand on Tamoko's paw.

"The Bloodtooth may call you Untamed, Sir Meta Knight... but we, the Redsuns, call you Free." Tamoko whispered softly in Meta Knight's ear.

The old Alphess got to her feet. Now it was Kautounie's turn.

"I wont fail her, mother. I wont fail you." Kautounie promised, "Would you still have me be Alphess one day?"

Tamoko didn't say anything at first. She simply nodded. Before Kautounie was ready, her mother and father both put their arms around her, each one lightly licking their daughter's forehead.

"You are my daughter no matter what. Remember that wisdom is never free. One day, you shall be a greater Alphess then I." Tamoko claimed, "Do what you know in your heart is right, my cub." she added.

The Alphess took a single, multi colored feather out of her mane and waved her hand over it, creating several, glistening, arcane symbols, "Only two can know that spell, The Alphess of the Redsun, and The Alphess' rightful heir. It takes wisdom as well as strength to rule. Know that, and then you may cast the spell upon there, Kautounie, my daughter."

Kautounie stared at the spell written upon the feather in zwetoock rune. It wasn't difficult to put two and two together, especially once Thexadrell and Dracara had drifted over the trees to roost atop the mourned Halberd. Tamoko nodded once.

"Mother... I-I-I..." Kautounie stammered, quieting when Tamoko gently placed her hand over her daughter's muzzle.

"Child... I love you too, and Rhego, and Neo, and Geoffrey, more then anything else in this galaxy and beyond. Let the Grace of the Great Dragon guide you all to victory. This is not the end of the war, this is merely the beginning." Tamoko proclaimed, "Our time for grieving is over. The Dragon shall rise once again! Let the Dark One and his demons never forget our roar!"

Tamoko led the surrounding Redsuns in a very loud war cry as she raised her staff into the air and held her tail up high. Soon enough, the entire wood was filled with loud howls and barks. Now more then ever, the pack needed to rally together.

However, just when the traveling group turned to mount up on their horses, something else caught everyone's attention. The howls had done a good job covering up the electric zaps coming from within the Halberd, though Dracara and Thexadrell where quick to react. Next was the sound of claws scraping against steel and a grumbling voice cursing loudly.

"What the-?" Meta Knight growled, his eyes flashing red as he drew Galaxia.

Soon enough, a large, not to mention familiar, draconian form flew out the Halberd's open door. Now Meta Knight let out a very audible growl. This was the last person he wanted to see right now.

With a grunt, Dr. Knarks landed, albeit very clumsily, his wings flailing about wildly and his tail lashing. Kautounie and Geoffrey both tightened their grip on Diesel's and Gunner's reins as the horses snorted angrily and shifted their feet. Tiff just glared and narrowed her eyes, stroking Gyaroppu's muzzle. Just great, what did he want? Further more, how did he get here?

"Dr. Knarks, how did you get here?!" Meta Knight demanded.

"Hmph, there's a fine 'hello, how are you'..." Dr. Knarks snorted, "Through the Monster Transporter on your ship, obviously." he answered, "Holy shit do I need to get out of the lab more often. It's been at least thirty seven years since I last spread my wings!"

The next thing that caught his attention was the many sets of eyes landing on him and the rumbling growl coming from the large, male zwetoock standing just about six feet away from him. Tamoko Redsun managed to calm her mate with a soothing touch to his back, but she was not too quick to trust this new visitor.

"Now you... are easy to read... that's what troubles me! There is much blood on your hands, past, present, and future." Tamoko proclaimed, pointing her staff at Dr. Knarks, "You were corrupted long before Nightmare turned you. But there is something else I sense, a small glimmer of righteousness within a black heart and soul of withered shadows, perhaps."

"Ma'am, you flatter me." Dr. Knarks hissed.

"Mother... he's... an acquaintance. Without him, we probably wouldn't be here right now." Kautounie said at last, "Dr. Knarks, since your here in what's left of my home, I'd like to introduce you to my parents, Alphess Tamoko Redsun and Alpha Rhego Redsun."

Now that Dr. Knarks knew exactly who he was addressing, he dipped into a polite bow, spreading out his wings as he did so, "Forgive the mistake, your majesties."

Well, since he was here, may as well bring him to light about everything that had happened. Naturally Dr. Knarks had figured a fight of some sort had to have taken place. Thankfully for him, Nightmare's fleet had left Ravenwing Bog alone. (Though really, there's not much out there Nightmare would be interested in, at least nothing he knows of, anyway.) Kautounie and Geoffrey both explained about the dragons, to which Dr. Knarks at first thought they were joking, only to look over his shoulder and see Thexadrell and Dracara, roosting on the Halberd, as they were joined by a third dragon, a female Golden Moondancer, possibly Eclipse as she truly was.

Okay, so there really were dragons here. Now he knew he had better behave... or else. Though Dr. Knarks had to admit, he'd LOVE to have one of those in his laboratory. (Provided it cooperated, if not, those things would cause the maintenance bills to skyrocket out of control!)

"Dr. Knarks, are you even listening?!" Tiff snapped, growing irritated, very, very quickly the more he continued to stare at the dragons.

Finally, the mad doctor tore his gaze away, before the girl let loose one of her tirades. But of course once Kirby's and Neo's kidnapping was brought up, along with the demolition of Thea'or, things were about to get dicey... for Dr. Knarks, anyway.

"Thea'or? That idiot leveled the Free City?" Dr. Knarks balked, as Nasher scurried out of his pocket and onto his shoulder, "Then he attacked the Red Forest? And some say I'm mad! He might as well have painted a bright neon sign on his back just inviting the dragons to come tear him apart. My condolences to you, Alpha and Alphess Redsun of your loss here today." he finished, bowing again in respect; whether it was genuine or not, it would have been difficult to say.

"He just did, why do you think they're here... Knarksy," Garna growled, slipping out from behind Geoffrey and Tiff with Roaren, "And that's not all you need to know."

"Ooooohhhhhh... shit!" Dr. Knarks moaned, his voice filled with dread, "Miss Riverdale, what a pleasure."

Tamoko and Meta Knight both tensed up, knowing that at any second, a fight could break out between those two. Now Dr. Knarks and Nasher both shuddered, taking a step back. So far, any and all of their dealings had been from a distance over computers. Now the arch enemies were standing just a few feet away from each other. Roaren flattened his ears back against his head and growled, resulting in Nasher hissing loudly, leaping off his master's shoulder and swelling in size into his full, bipedal wererat form.

"Come on, puppy! You wolfwraths are overrated!" Nasher challenged, "Even you miniature ones!"

"Oh yeah?!" Roaren snarled, fire threatening to spill from his maw, "I think you'll make a nice throw rug for my mistress after I tan your hide!"

"There has been enough blood painted on the ground this day!" Tamoko warned, "I will have no more."

"Both of you... back away from each other." Meta Knight ordered, whipping Galaxia out, "Roaren, Nasher, you too!"

The only reason Garna and Roaren had obeyed Meta Knight was due to their respect for him and the Star Warriors. Dr. Knarks stepped away for fear of feeling Galaxia's sting again. He snapped his fingers, ordering the now massive wererat to his side. But while this square off was being quieted, the clockwork of Geoffrey's mind was at work, and Kautounie could tell.

"Geoffrey, I know that look." Kautounie muttered.

"I think the solution to Garna's problem just presented itself, or rather, himself too us." Geoffrey said, quietly.

"What? You can't be for real!" Tiff spat, "They'll kill each other the second our backs are turned! Even their pets can't stand each other..."

With Tamoko and Meta Knight as mediators, prepared to break up any fights before they started, Dr. Knarks continued, though in all fairness, he wasn't comfortable with the crowd of zwetoocks forming around them.

"Don't mind them." Tamoko growled, placing her hands on Rhego's shoulder for support.

"So spill it, why are you here?" Tiff asked, stroking Gyaroppu's muzzle.

"Why, I came with a gift for you, milady, and the lovely Redsun sisters, of course," Dr. Knarks sighed, "A pity the little dragoness is not with us, but perhaps with the spell I've prepared for you, you will have some extra help in claiming both Neo and Kirby from their captors." he finished, summoning a parchment scroll out in front of him and handing it to Tiff.

Tiff and Kautounie both examined the scroll. There was no mistaking, it was certainly a spell. By the looks of it, and variation of the spells Riley liked to use to summon demon beasts.

"Celestial Summoning? This was the one you were still working on, wasn't it?" Tiff asked.

"Indeed. Any of my completed celestial beasts that are fit for battle shall be called before you to fight on your behalf." Dr. Knarks explained, "And considering where you're going... it might be handy to have an extra set of claws or five on your side."

"He's right, Tiff." Kautounie admitted, "We are going to be dealing with Bloodtooths, we'll need all the help we can get."

"Wait a minute, now THEY'RE gonna be summonin' up monsters too!?" King Dedede questioned, holding his head while his mouth dropped open in surprise.

Dr. Knarks smiled beneath his mask, taking a step closer. He and King Dedede may have had a rocky start during their first meeting, but he couldn't leave a fellow fan of monsters in the dark. Especially a fellow fan that had dumped his most hated competition. Escargoon looked about ready to faint when the powerful draconian doctor loomed over King Dedede, his tail slowly swaying as he bent down, staring the penguinoid right in the eye.

"Sire... you might want to reconsider your whining." Escargoon muttered, once the draconian was only inches away from King Dedede's face.

"Your majesty... here's my card... call me." Dr. Knarks hissed gleefully, slipping a sturdy business card into the king's robes.

King Dedede smirked. This guy had monsters that actually worked, unlike someone else he knew. Not to mention he seemed nice enough. Meta Knight on the other hand didn't seem too pleased, though he kept his opinions to himself... for now. Though Garna was quick to bring Dr. Knarks back to the conversation again.

"Knarksy, I've been trying to tell you, when Nightmare's fleet totaled Thea'or, I lost my base of operations." Garna pointed out, bluntly, "Every moment I'm stuck here is a moment YOU'RE not getting Nightmare's money."

"What?!" Dr. Knarks and Nasher both asked in unison.

"You're funding's been cut, genius!" Roaren grunted, tilting his head with a sigh.

Now Dr. Knarks' red eyes went wide with fear. No, it just couldn't be happening. The atrocities of war were bad enough... but his precious funding? That was unforgivable. Nervously, the draconian flitted his wings while Nasher cowered behind his master's legs.

"But," Geoffrey interjected, "I have thought of a solution to both you're problems."

"Anything to stop these two from tearing each other apart." Meta Knight grunted.

Tiff still doubted Geoffrey's crazy idea, though Kautounie nodded her head in agreement. Even Tamoko smiled a little while her mate combed through her mane, while still keeping an eye on Garna and Dr. Knarks.

"The boss lady needs a place to stay and restart her operations. A place that's secret and secluded that Lord Nightmare doesn't know about. A place like yours, doctor," Geoffrey suggested, wincing a little at the looks he received from both Dr. Knarks and Garna, "Dr. Knarks, you need your funding to continue you're work, and your not getting it while Garna's standing here."

Meta Knight's head whipped around to face Geoffrey, his golden eyes wide, though at the same time, there was a brief flash of green and pink in there, "Geoffrey, are you insane?!"

"Yes, I am!" Geoffrey stated, like it had been obvious the entire time.

"I am NOT staying with him/her!" Dr. Knarks and Garna said in unison, each one pointing at the other.

Even King Dedede, having only known Garna and Dr. Knarks for a short time shook his head. This looked as though it could only lead to disaster... to the untrained eye, anyway.

"Garna needs a place to restart the Wolf Pack's operations, Dr. Knarks needs his funding. You better decide quick, because we've got to go!" Kautounie growled.

Garna and Dr. Knarks, along with Nasher and Roaren stared each other down again. Neither one seemed to like these arrangements. They didn't have to like each others' company, the two of them just needed to work together.

"Very well, Miss Riverdale. Just keep your dog on a leash!" Dr. Knarks grunted at last.

"For the sake of my friends, Kirby and Neo, I'm willing to work with you." Garna consigned at last, "Thanks... Dr. Knarks."

Wait a minute. Something wasn't right. Garna had actually addressed him as 'Dr. Knarks' instead of 'Knarksy'. This was a change. But one that wasn't going to last if the mad draconian knew Garna.

"I may have top notch computer systems, hardware, software, and a damn fine espresso recipe if I do say so myself, but if your computers were destroyed, how are you going to begin anew?" Dr. Knarks asked.

Garna only smiled, "You just let me worry about that. Dusk only thinks he got everything. And Sir Meta Knight, I'll make sure the Halberd remains safe, though Ol' Nightmare will probably think twice about attacking the Crimson Woods again, especially with those guys around." she said, pointing to the three dragons perched atop the Halberd.

Now that Garna's and Dr. Knarks' situation had been settled, those that were going to the Badlands mounted up on their respective horses. As usual, Meta Knight rode Gunner with Geoffrey and Tiff had Gyaroppu. Since King Dedede hadn't been with the group for very long, he was given the bay stallion that had been Knuckle Joe's until he upgraded to the gryphon. The bay in question, Kautounie had rechristened Merrick. Needless to say, watching the king try to get up on him was quite amusing. Rhego tilted his head, his mouth slightly open in shock. Meta Knight was even able to crack a smile when he heard Alpha Rhego mutter to Tamoko, "What kind of an alpha cannot ride?" Finally, with a little help, King Dedede was eventually able to get up on Merrick's back and join with the rest of the team.

"Alright now you two, don't kill each other!" Kautounie ordered, pointing to Garna and Dr. Knarks before stepping up onto Diesel's back, "And keep an eye on your pets as well."

"I still don't think it's such a good idea putting them in the same room together." Tiff muttered.

"Yes, you're probably right, Tiff." Geoffrey agreed, quirking an eyebrow, "But it's too late now."

The entire Redsun Pack along with the Halberd's crew were there to see their companions off. What they were attempting was absolutely insane. It was all in with the odds stacked against them.

"Mom... thanks." was all Geoffrey was able to get out.

"Mother, father, I promise you this. I'll go into the Demon's Mouth, and I'll either return victorious with Neo, or not at all." Kautounie said, fighting back the tears that stung her eyes.

"My daughter... my princess..." Tamoko sighed, reaching up to Kautounie, "Trust your family... and trust in yourself."

Kautounie bent down and took her mothers hand in hers. Mother and daughter nuzzled each other, then Tamoko lightly licked Kautounie on the forehead.

"Meta Knight, Star Warriors, Redsuns." Thexadrell began, his commanding voice echoing throughout the woods, "Tales of your exploits here on Horva have already reached dragon ears. My brothers, sisters, and I send our blessings with you."

"Thank you, my friend." Meta Knight said, nodding his head.

After the final good-byes, the group set off down the eastern path; past Kabu's clearing and into the darkest part of the Great Red Forest. From there, they would find their way east to the Badlands. Geoffrey still had his Xtransiear, which would be essential to keep in touch with Garna, Dr. Knarks, and the Halberd. King Dedede looked over his shoulder, getting quite teary himself when he saw Escargoon bawling and his Waddle Dees atop the Halberd's deck, waving.

"Sire... please don't go!" Escargoon called, bursting into tears and looking away.

"Escargoon, your alpha has great strength and courage, you should be proud of him." Alphess Tamoko said, gently, "Even if he lacks grace." she muttered.

"Are we talking about the same king, here?" Escargoon sniffled, looking up to the Redsun Alphess and her mate.

Tamoko just quirked her eyeridge. There was always one who doubts.

"The Strength of the Great Dragon shall go with them. I have faith in my cubs, in my friend, Meta Knight, in all of them. Neo and Kirby, my cubs, be strong, you are not alone in your battle."

For once, Garna and Dr. Knarks stood together as allies rather then enemies as they watched their friends disappear into the red woods. Even Roaren and Nasher tolerated each others' company for the moment.

"My only regret is that I wont be the one snuffing Dusk's life. That bastard not only shot me, he shot my wolfwrath." Garna muttered, " Nobody shoots my wolfwrath. Nobody! Well, come on, don't just stand there, Knarksy. They've got a job to do and so do we!"

"I knew it would never last." Dr. Knarks sighed, running his clawed hand down the back of his neck while flexing his wings.

Before heading back to his own lair, new roommate in tow, Dr. Knarks, as a token of his good will, had offered his healing services as a doctor to the Alphess. Surprisingly, at least to him, she accepted. At Garna's disbelieving look, the draconian had justified himself with his usual fall-back line of, "I'm still a doctor!" Garna, meanwhile, now that she had a reliable place to start up again, was with Sword and Blade, surveying the damage to the Halberd. It wouldn't be easy to get everything they would need, but where there was Garna, there was a way.

Escargoon heaved a heavy sigh. Since his king had gone off on a suicide mission, he knew he needed to do more then sit around and think about it. As of yet, he hadn't been much use, save for his stunt a while back in Castle Dedede's dungeons. Escargoon glanced to the Halberd, then his eyes landed on Dr. Knarks. A mad doctor with experience in monster design and his own laboratory, it was just perfect. With narrowed eyes, he approached draconian.

"Excuse me doctor, since you seem in the spirits of taking on new roommates, how about letting this snail assist you in the lab!" Escargoon suggested, quite boldly, "I do have a few doctorates in Mad Science myself. Sadly they're all back home."

Dr. Knarks paused for a moment, turning his red gaze to face the snail.

"Hmmmm, well I do have an open position available... naturally I'll need to do a background check and look into your credentials," Dr. Knarks mused, as he stroked Nasher.

"What?" Nasher squeaked, "What position, boss? You never said nothin'-"

"Cool it, Nasher..." Dr. Knarks grumbled quietly, "Now then, Escargoon, just a quick question first. Do you have any prior experience with designing your own monsters and demon beasts or have you yourself been transmorphed at any time during your carrier?"

Escargoon paused for a moment. Sure enough, he did have prior experience with all of the above. Nervously, he answered, "Uh... yes... actually."

"Hmmmm... naturally I'll have to check into all the facts and come to a mutually beneficial decision on this delicate matter," Dr. Knarks sighed, "Oh who am I kidding? Welcome to the team, Dr. Escargoon!" he finished, holding out his gloved hand to shake.

This time, without flinching, Escargoon accepted, matching the mad draconian's own evil smile. Yes, Dr. Knarks may not have been entirely thrilled to have Garna, only the funding she provided, but already he was beginning to like the slippery snail. Not only that, Escargoon could also make sure Dr. Knarks and Garna didn't off each other ether.

Meanwhile, Tamoko's blind gaze continued to stare ahead to where Kautounie and Geoffrey had once been. Since she was the pack's strength, she had remained dignified. Yet deep down, there was no mistaking the pain she was going through. A single tear rolled down her cheek as her mate gently guided her away, nuzzling and speaking quietly to her. It was never an easy task for a mother to see her children off to war.

"A good mother never gives up on her children..."

IYNMs~IYNMs~IYNMs~IYNMs~IYNMs~IYNMs~

On the path out of the Crimson Woods, the team rode past Kabu, taking one last look at the massive totem. Tiff had to take a second look. Standing atop Kabu was the familiar red puffball in gold armor, Vol'drocken, silently looking down upon the group.

"Hey, what's-?" Tiff asked, looking back up to Kabu, only to find that Vol'drocken was gone.

"I saw him too, Tiff." Kautounie said, taking in a deep breath.

"There's got to be something more to him... but I can't place it." Meta Knight grunted.

Other then the sighting of their odd friend, most of the journey was quiet. More destruction could be spotted; snapped and burnt trees, dead grass, and several dead bodies of Nightmare Occultists and Bloodtooths that had been providing a nice feast for the ravens and crows. A gruesome sight, but nothing compared to the horrors that were to await them in the Badlands.

At the forest's edge, the team came to a halt. They were looking out to a flat, snow covered field with an overgrown, unused dirt road. Scattered about were some pieces of wreckage from the battle that raged earlier during the night. In the far distance were sharp, jagged mountains, many of which were shrouded by dark, wispy gray clouds. There was evil there that did not sleep. It was a land of stone and ice.

"I do not ask any of you to come with me." Kautounie said, looking back to the rest of her companions.

"You don't need too." Meta Knight grunted, "I'd go to the Gates of Hell itself to save my son!"

"Kautounie, I'm not changing my mind either! Two of my best friends are in that prison and I'm not leaving until they're rescued!" Tiff added, sternly.

"I've made up my mind too!" King Dedede snorted, "It's time Nightmare knew just what sort of king he's been messin' with!"

"Face it, Kautounie... we're all going!" Geoffrey finished, "There's no turning back for any of us! Nightmare shall hear our roar, and he will know just what we are capable of!"

Kautounie smiled, feeling her confidence return. She shouted up to the sky in the zwetoock tongue, "With the Sun, Moon, and Stars above as our witnesses, the Dragon shall enter the Demon's Mouth, and emerge victorious! Sundar, light our path to victory by your holy fire!"

Diesel reared up and neighed loudly, then galloped forward, followed by Gunner and Gyaroppu.

"Hey, how do ya start these things?" King Dedede asked, having a difficult time getting Merrick to run, "Come on, charge forward! I command it!"

Tiff just smiled, turning her own horse around with ease, then gave a sharp whistle. Sure enough, that got Merrick going, though the king with his lack of horsemanship nearly slipped right off and onto the cold ground below.

"You is tellin' me that this is how you travel round these parts?!" King Dedede shouted.

"It's really not so bad once you get used to it." Meta Knight called back, having already settled comfortably on Gunner's back behind Geoffrey.

Off at last to the Badlands. It would be a long journey, five days ride just to reach the boarders, but one that must be done. They were obviously riding straight into a trap, but so far, that's been working out for them. While they rode, Tiff couldn't help but notice that the Star Piece in her pocket began to glow more brightly the closer to Bloodtooth territory they got. Perhaps they would find more then just their friends in this barren wasteland. A small, hopeful smile crossed the girl's face.

"Hang on, Kirby... your friends... your father... are coming!"

*Felldersai Taa*

It had now been five days since Dusk had been stabbed with Venomancer and Kirby and Neo were ripped from their family to be imprisoned within Felldersai Taa. Although still weak from the draining effects of the poison, the gray batamon, with the aid of Miachang's necromancy, had been mending well. He sat on the edge of his bed, taking a moment to catch his breath. Dusk couldn't wait any longer. He needed to be there to oversee the new "training" he and Prince Zorra had in mind for "his son". After all, if Dusk couldn't deliver the goods and collect his payment right away, best to keep the prisoners busy, rather then let them sit in the dark and think up plans for escape. Besides, Dusk's Monster Transporter unit was only half built, anyway.

Miachang was at Dusk's side, urging him to reconsider his decision and go back to sleep. Dusk's wound was still bandaged up, but despite this, he ignored the Bloodtooth Princess' advice and got to his feet. The gray batamon groaned in pain, holding onto his side.

"Gray One, the poison has been cleansed, but your wound may open again." Miachang warned, "Lay down and rest."

"No, not this time, your highness... I've got... to see... how our guests... are doing..." Dusk groaned.

Miachang knelt down to Dusk's level to help support him. Just as Dusk reached for his cape and armor, the loud creak of the doors opening and someone entering the room quickly grabbed their attention. There was one male occultist, who was of the same race as Tiff, actually. He was dressed exceptionally finely and was accompanied by two demon beasts, one hell hound and one large, centipede-like monster. Dusk forced a smile, recognizing the man he had sent for; the head of the prison guards.

"Dusk, sir." the occultist said, "You summoned me?"

"Captain Reginald," Dusk began, "Tell me, how is my son and the little dragon faring?"

Reginald proudly stepped forward, an evil smirk on his face, "Milord, for every day you lay injured was a day their rations were withheld!"

Dusk's orange eyes narrowed, but he kept his cool. Unexpectedly, he smiled again, beckoning for the guard to come closer. Miachang glanced to Dusk's bedside table, (More importantly, what was on it,) then backed away, already weaving some sorcery while she did.

"This is Felldersai Taa, Milord, there's a reputation to keep up. I'm sure near a week without any food or water will have taught the prisoners a valuable lesson!"

"Captain... Captain Reginald..." Dusk sighed, as he reached for the Venomancer dagger still on his bedside table.

Before the Captain of the Guard knew what hit him, Dusk thrust the venomous dagger right into Reginald's gut. The effects were instantaneous. Reginald coughed violently, right before screaming in agony as the poison flowed throughout his body.

"I was nearly burned by dragons, I was shot down by the Halberd, and almost died by the hands of a girl who should have been dead! I did NOT go through the trouble of taking those cubs alive just so that YOU could STARVE THEM TO DEATH IN THEIR CAGE!" Dusk shouted, ripping Venomancer out of Reginald and allowing him to fall to the floor, "Your neglect could have cost me a lot of money! Kirby and Neo are worth nothing to me if they're dead! You on the other hand..."

The hell hound and centipede monster did nothing to help their dying master. They just let him writhe in pain from the deadly poison. Miachang hissed, spreading a pulse of dark energy over the doomed occultist.

"You! Take him too my den... I'll find a use for him." Miachang growled at the centipede monster once Reginald's life had been snuffed.

"And you, my four-legged friend, see to it that our guests are checked up on and fed." Dusk added, wincing slightly as he slipped his shoulder guards on, "And get a clean up crew in here, I just had these floors redone... also, alert His Grace. We need to inform him that I have just rooted out and slain a Star Warrior Spy."

While the centipede fiend left to do Miachang's bidding, the hell hound stared at Dusk, wide-eyed. The first two commands, yes, that was simple enough, but the third...?

"Master Dusk... Reginald wasn't a Star Warrior Spy, he was always a loyal-oh...OH!" the Hell Hound whimpered, lowering his ears and taking a step back fearfully as Dusk's orange gaze stared right back at him, warning him to just shut up up now or else, "R-right away."

Miachang gave Dusk a filthy, though at the same time, questioning look once the centipede and hell hound left.

"Reginald was no Star Warrior Spy." Miachang snorted, "He could hardly be called a warrior of any sort!"

"Your highness, this is what we at Nightmare Enterprises call a lie." Dusk sighed, reaching for the half smoked cigarette lingering in the ashtray on his bedside table.

The two of them paused again once two all too familiar forms sifted through the walls, snorting and laughing.

"Oh Dusk... the way you manage to squirm and B.S. your way around Holy Nightmare and that c*** of his..." Gerard snickered, placing his hand on Alpha Balor's head, "I love it... reminds me of me. Sometimes I miss living."

"Ahem, yes. Well, something we can both agree on for once," Dusk groaned, referring to Gerard's choice of unflattering words to describe Riley, "A pleasure as always... asshole..." he grumbled, placing both Venomancer and Winterclaw on his belt, "Honestly man, cover those things up!" Dusk added, gesturing to the still bleeding, open wounds Gerard bore as he and Miachang left his chambers.

Gerard just looked down to the hole in his chest, reminding himself why he hated the living so much. It's why he became an assassin in the first place. Balor grinned up to him, his red eyes glowing brightly in the dark room. Perhaps they could have some fun once Dusk was through with the prisoners. It was high time Gerard was introduced to his son's little sister and cuddly pink friend.

*Down in the Dungeons*

Being shut in a cold, dark, filthy dungeon cell was bad enough, but five days without any bite of food nor sip of water could take it's toll on even the most hardy. Though in reality, the occupants cuddled up and shivering together in the corner of their tiny cell had no way of knowing how much time had even passed. In the dark, day or night had no place, no meaning. All this time, no one had come to check on them, not even just to taunt and humiliate them, and both bore untreated wounds that had become infected due to the unsanitary conditions. Due to the malnourishment and neglect both captives suffered, they had lost a lot of weight. For the longest time, it felt like they would both die in here, until...

"Po...yoooo..." Kirby moaned, flinching and shielding his eyes from the dim light that had suddenly turned on without any warning.

Having been in complete blackness for so long, even faded, dim light was painful and it would take some adjusting. Neo, who had been in a fitful sleep, woke up, immediately feeling disoriented and even a little nauseous from lack of food and dehydration. Her unfocused eyes darted around the small cell, though she could hardly move. Kirby had rolled out of the young zwetoock's arms and sat on the ground beside her.

"Kirby? Are... are you-?" Neo was cut off once the cell door was opened.

She braced herself against the wall, using it to support her as she sat up. Kirby had to do the same, as he could hardly stand. Both captives groaned against the painful light shining in their eyes. The two of them were greeted by some cruel laughter as two human occultists and one Bloodtooth male stepped inside. Kirby had attempted to start up his inhale, but all he could do was open his mouth, then collapse and close his eyes.

"Poyo... not... weak..." Kirby shuddered, straining to get back to his feet.

Neo had tried casting one of her spells, only to find that nothing was working. She glanced down to her new jewelry, noticing how the ruby in the center of the medallion became brighter with every attempted spell cast. Hmph, it figured, wyrmrot was expensive, not to mention rare, so they had devised a cursed shackle to absorb her sorcery. Clever, and Neo cursed them for it, too.

"Oh yes, you little ones still have some fight in you." one of the occultists snorted as he kicked Kirby into the back wall.

The pink warrior let out a startled yelp as he tried to stand, only to be grabbed by rough hands as they started smearing some sort of ointment into his wounds, careless of the amount of stinging and pain they caused him. Kirby couldn't hold it in any longer. He whimpered fearfully, only exciting his tormentors more. Neo, after watching the display, wasn't at all afraid to let her disgust known, "L-leave him alone, you bastards! Those... wounds are infected, t-they need to be sterilized with mothberry first! What kind of healers are you?!"

"We ain't healers, little princess!" grumbled the other occultist as he and the Bloodtooth rounded on Neo to give her the same treatment, "So why don't you just lie back so we can play doctor, okay?"

Since she couldn't cast any spells, Neo turned to a more primitive method of self defense; biting. Her ears flattened against her skull as her fangs tore the human occultist's flesh off, causing him to cry out in pain. Having not been fed for five days, the human's blood was tasting pretty good right about now. REALLY good! Neo licked the crimson liquid off her chops, savoring the sweet, metallic taste. She wanted more. But before Neo could attack again, the Bloodtooth backhanded her, sending her to the floor. He then stooped over her sniffing deeply, with a look of intent on his face.

"Neo... poyo!" Kirby cried out, struggling in his tormentor's grasp as he tried to reach Neo when he heard her scream.

"Don't you worry, little one, you're father's gonna be down to check on ya." the occultist mocked, and by the tone of his voice, he was not referring to Meta Knight.

"Medi Kni! Medi Kni is Kaabii's!" Kirby growled, "Not Dusk. Never Dusk!"

"Now that's no way to talk about your daddy, get over here!"

Neo and Kirby were both manhandled and humiliated while their injuries were being "treated". In the end, once their captors grew bored of verbal abuse, they slapped on some crude bandages and left. Kirby couldn't hold it in any longer. The dirty stone beneath him became wet with his tears as he gazed at the door. When he heard Neo crying as well, Kirby dragged himself to where the furball huddled on the ground, pulling her arms around her knees.

"Poyo... Neo? What-?" Kirby began, reaching out with his small, pink hand

"You don't want to know, my little friend." Neo choked out.

The two sat together in an attempt to comfort one another, using each others' body heat for warmth.

"Poyo... strong, Neo, remember?" Kirby asked, running his stubby hand through Neo's fur.

She relaxed, if only a little, as Kirby groomed the caked up dirt and filth out of her fur. It was the first thing that truly felt good since they had come to this place. In return, Neo lightly stroked Kirby's shoulders, whispering gentle, soothing words in the zwetoock tongue. However, their bonding time was cut short when the door opened up again, and two trays were slid inside.

"There's your chow!" snapped a harsh voice, right before the cell door was slammed shut yet again.

Neo and Kirby took a look at the trays, their stomachs growling deeply. One had a small bowl of pasty gruel and a loaf of stale bread, while the other had a chunk of raw meat on it, (what kind, Neo wasn't too sure), along with a cup of water for each of them.

Cautiously, Neo sniffed at the meat, which was obviously meant for her. It smelled somewhat bitter, not like the sweet, hardy sent of a freshly killed bugbear. She licked it once, making a rather disgusted face. Some sort of mystery road kill, perhaps. Kirby took a taste of his meal and after a single lick, pushed it away. Not only was it cold, it had the taste of cardboard... cardboard that had been in a landfill for a month, that was.

"Poyo..." Kirby moaned.

The two of them stared at what could jokingly be called "food" for about ten minutes, resigned not to give in to their growing hunger, despite their malnourishment. Who knows what has been done to it? It could be laced with drugs or poison. Finally, after thirty minutes and listening to their stomachs growl for the umpteenth time, Neo and Kirby had no choice but to eat the unfit meals.

Kirby took a small sip of water, finding it to be bitter and even a little sour, with silt in it as well, "Poyo, Neo... lake?" he asked, pointing to the cup.

At his gestures, Neo managed a weak smile as Kirby demonstrated his guess of where their water came from. Yes, they had both seen Wight Lake while trying to find their way out before their second capture.

"That's what it looks like, Kirby." Neo sighed, "Come on, we better eat it. Bad food is better then no food. We'll need our strength. Besides, it's not likely we'll get any better in here."

Their food was easier to choke down once they had wet their mouths with water. Though Neo had come to the conclusion that if the torture they were to endure didn't kill them, this food would. Not to mention, she and Kautounie could hardly make any more jokes about Chef Kawasaki's cooking behind his back anymore.

"Poyo... just want daddy, Tiff, Kauto, and Geoff back." Kirby sighed, swallowing his last crust of bread.

"They will come for us. Family does not abandon each other." Neo said.

Once the two of them finished, they settled back in the corner. It may not have been very good food, but at least it wasn't quite so painful anymore with a full stomach. Kirby had climbed into Neo's arms, falling asleep against the warmth of her soft fur. Neo gently licked him once on the forehead. She managed a smile when she felt Kirby nestle closer. Yes, they were each others strength.

But once again, bonding time was interrupted when the cell door flung open. This time, instead of lowly guards looking for cheap sport, it was Dusk, accompanied by Miachang and Zorra, along with a small group of their Bloodtooths and demon beasts. Of all things, the first thing Neo noticed was how physically weak Dusk was at this point, not to mention the fact that one hand was holding onto his bandaged side where Venomancer had struck.

"Ah, good job, my little dragon," Dusk praised as he entered the cell, "I see you've been taking excellent care of my son. Enjoying your stay, thus far?"

Neo only leveled a glare to the bounty hunter while Kirby shifted in her arms.

"Poyo... Kaabii not your son! Medi Kni's!" Kirby growled.

"Oh, that attitude will have to change right now, my little warrior." Dusk purred, running his gauntleted hand over Kirby's head.

Kirby shivered and closed his eyes, pressing against Neo, moaning softly.

"Guards, please." Dusk ordered, pointing to the prisoners.

They separated Kirby and Neo to restrain the two of them. Kirby let out a small yelp as his small hands were tied behind his back. The young star warrior glared at Dusk; 'little warrior' was Meta Knight's special name for him! Not to mention he noticed that Dusk had not only claimed Venomancer as his own, he also had Winterclaw. Kirby cried out again. That sword was a gift to him from the Alphess Tamoko! How dare Dusk parade it around like a trophy. Neo let out an angry snarl, only to be quieted by the brute that restrained her.

"What's going on?!" Neo asked as a pair of manacles were placed around her hands.

"You'll see soon enough." Dusk sighed, stroking the hilt of Winterclaw, right where he knew Kirby could see it.

Kirby was roughly handed back to Neo, though she had a little trouble finding a way to comfortably carry the little batamon with the short chain connecting her shackles together. Dusk and the Bloodtooth royalty led the way, while two demon beasts stood on either side of Neo grabbed her by each shoulder to lead her out of the cell. She didn't say anything, even when she was handled roughly. Kirby looked up to her, shaking in his friend's arms. They had no idea where they were being taken, but whatever was to come, they would get through it, together.

Author's Notes::So, the new team is together and getting ready to traverse the harsh, unforgiving Bloodtooth Territory. Geoffrey gets a new weapon to try out and King Dedede is added to the roster. For the king's upgraded weaponry, I decided to go with his steel mask fro KSSU. And I'll admit it right now, I LOVED writing Garna and Dr, Knarks together. Kind of like mixing water with oil, you know. Second, I also liked writing Escargoon and Dr. Knarks together. Oddly enough, I could see those two getting along, since, in the Japanese version of the Anime, Escargoon is referred as a doctor himself, so I thought it fitting. Plus he's made things like that red juice that turns ordinary animals into demon beasts, if only temporarily. Dr. Knarks does respect fellow mad scientists.

Moving on, Geoffrey puzzled out both Garna's and Dr. Knarks' problem. Meanwhile, Meta Knight had labeled Geoffrey certifiably insane. How are the nutcases gonna handle this hurdle? Hahaha... oh I'm so sadistic and cruel. No, I mean that. Poor Kirby and Neo are in for a world of cruelty and torture. I actually disturbed myself a little while writing it, plus there's fair warning at the top of every chapter. It's going to get graphic. For some strange, twisted reason, I do kind of enjoy writing torture. Besides, this is a horrible prison fortress run by the Tyrant of the Universe. Put the pieces together. By the way, what that Bloodtooth was doing with Neo... NO, he did not... do THAT... but he was making her very uncomfortable. Poor little guys... where are they being taken too?