(48 hours remain)
Kazooie slowly opened her bright green eyes. It appeared to be dawn. She was laying her back against a palm tree. The sun was just coming up and reflecting off the gold tip part of the her wings and chest.
"Rats!" Kazooie said as she got up. She had fallen asleep facing the sea. "I fell asleep!"
Pat...pat...pat...pat... Kazooie turned to her right. Lightblub, Dress Boy, and Harry Horsey where walking away. Dress Boy mounted on the horse with the light following them. Kazooie ran and caught up with them.
"Hey! Where are you freaks going? Just ditchin' me like that!"
"Well, we have to save Termina from Skull Kid. Besides, it's hard to understand your stupid accent." Tatl said as she flew in front of Kazooie's face.
"Skull who?!" Kazooie remarked with a spectical look that directed Tatl back to Link, ignoring the fact that these creatures don't talk slang.
"Long story. Here, take this. It might help your wing." Link quietly said as he pulled out a small bottle of red potion. Kazooie hesitated to take it in her beak. She looked at it cross-eyed and then glanced at her wing. Could she trust him? Did she have a choice? Birds that can't fly don't last long. However, as she was thinking, her friends rode off, out of sight.
"HEY! Wait up freaks!" She shouted into the cloud of dust left behind by Epona's hooves as she flapped her wings to try to fly. It only took her three flaps and 1 foot off the ground for her to realize
"Oh yeah. My wing." She groaned as she flopped over painfully on her stomach.
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"Sigh.....I'll never find her..." Banjo had been searching for Kazooie for a long time now. He was extremely tried and hunched over. He was in a forest, but could hear water clapping on to a surface. Like a beach. It reminded him of the old world Treasure Trove Cove. He stopped walking and started to day dream......
"Thanks Bottles." And with that Banjo jumped up high on the pad with three feathers as Kazooie spread her beautiful wings. They both enjoyed flying over the sea for a while until Kazooie ran out of red feathers. She tried desperately to get back to shore but it was out of sight. Banjo sucked in his stomach in a futile attempt to be lighter for his feathered friend and to get away from Snacker who following them under water hoping for a snack. They were losing attitude by the second. They became so close to the water that Banjo could of touched it. Then he appeared. Snacker was a bit behind, but he was catching up. Fast. With his head out of the water, he could swallow both of them easily.
Banjo looked at the shark behind them and then to his partner. She was straining with every flap. Just then, Snacker had caught up, and was going after the breegull, who looked quite weak and would be easily taken down. Kazooie didn't dare glance back. She wanted to concentrate on flying.
"Kazooie..." Banjo had gently said. "Leave me. Fly out and away. You can escape." There was a long, quiet pause (with the exception of the shark) until he heard a weak response.
"No. We will both get to shore. Together." And with that said, Snacker jumped out of the water aiming for Kazooie. However, she , using power from no where, did a powerful and fast beak bomb (not knowing how or what it was), leaving a stunned Snacker with one red tail feather; one of the most important kind of feathers for flying. It would take weeks to grow back.
Banjo awoken from his memory. He was more determined then ever to find Kazooie. He had to. Kazooie had saved his worthless butt while risking herself far too many times without making it up to her. And with that, he started off again, with his head held up high.
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Kazooie stared, looking into the glowing bottle. Its continents were a dark, blood red liquid. It was also see-trough and as the sun went through the bottle, it cast a water-like shadow over her. 'Should I drink it? Should I trust it? Should I even be touching it?' She thought. It wouldn't have been as bad if it didn't seem to be pulsing with magic. But her wing was surging with pain to the point were Kazooie would think about suicide. Before she could change her mind, she laid the bottle in the sand, pulled out the cork with her beak, spit it at a hut's window, and slurped up the drink. She did this all within five seconds.
"Mmmmmmmmm.....Terpinya favored. My favorite." She remarked sarcastically. She made sure she drunk every last drop. Besides, it wasn't THAT bad. After she swallowed all of it, an odd sensation took place in her left wing. She could feel the bones come together and watched in pure fascination as her wing healed, not within the usual two months, but within a second. It all happened very fast, but it felt like an eternity to Kazooie.
"Hey!" A man's voiced called, but he was too late as the red seagull flew off towards the pirate's hideout.