OK, just to tell you (because reading the story alone would definitely
not give you this): with the ancient-ness of the warpstar and the hundreds
of years put into the life energy from Kirby, the two combined to restore
Magnum seriously 'warped' his age. He is now instead of around being 11
years of age; he is now approx. 18 years old. He has also gained something
very special: the spiritual essence of Kirby now resides in his
subconscious, leaving a POSSIBILITY of resurrection in the future. Thank
you for your time, and I apologize for the waste of space. Oh, yeah: There
really are such things as berzerker furies, but they are usually much less
extreme.
"To whomever finds this first, be it Kirby or my dear son Magnum,
I feel so sad upon leaving the home where I spent so many of my years, and the house where my son was reared. But I feel that it is necessary: for NME's forces are rising again. I recently had a vision in which there were two endings. In the first one, I saw NME gloating over the burnt hull of Popstar . . . his throne was built of the thousands of casualties, and fire filled the sky. The sky itself was blood red, and screams rent the air . . .
But in the second end, I saw nothing but the clear sky, and a light: in the middle of the light was a shadow: but this shadow held no malice. Behind it, I could hear the cheers and laughter of millions, and I sensed joy. The shadow raised a sword, and with it's raising, NME was destroyed again, and his forces vanquished.
These visions were intertwined, rotating upon the shadow. I pray that the second vision is the one that comes to be, but I know that there is a strong chance that the first vision may also come to pass. Who ever finds this first, please, find help. If you don-"
The letter ended there, where mom's hand writing scrawled off the page. I assumed that this was where the false Meta Knight had attacked her. I folded the letter and put it back into my pocket. I then left the ship, but stopped to wonder where I would go. I had two paths in front of me: the first led back towards to the mountains, where my father most likely was . . . but I wanted desperately to leave that place behind. The other path lead to a place once called Cappy town. I always wanted to visit the ruins, though my parents refused to take me. "That's where I'll go." I told my self, and started stolidly down the path . . .
A week later . . .
"I need some real food . . ." I whispered. My throat was dry. I'd tried to hunt, but there were no real animals. I had strayed off the path to find water, only to find a dried up creek. I was lost, with out water (thank God that it had rained) and I couldn't find my way back to the path. I had given up all hope when I saw the smoke, and the fire.
It took every ounce of will I had left not to run into the clearing, and steal the food over the fire. Instead, I hid, and waited. And waited, and waited . . . no one came for almost 3 hours! I eventually fell asleep, even though I tried not to: but I was to exhausted to really resist. Sleep came quickly to me.
When I woke up, I panicked. Some one had put a blanket over me, and I was lying by the fire. A pan of food was in front of me, kept warm by the flame. I quickly got up and looked around, and tried to draw my sword. Gone! My sword was GONE! "What in the world is going on?" I shouted. And then thought, "Hey! I can talk!" My throat was no longer sore, and my thirst was quenched. I found a canteen nearby, and shook it. It was half- empty. Some one had given me water while I was out, too. Who?
I was nervous. I was totally vulnerable, and had no idea where my sword was. I picked up a Long Branch. It was hard and straight: I could fight with it. "Who's there?" I called. It was quiet. A pinecone exploding in the fire made me jump.
I saw movement in the corner of my eye, and spun. No one, but then I heard someone behind me. I spun again, and caught a glimpse of bright, blank gold eyes. Quite suddenly, I was terrified. Was it some sort of fury like myself? I ran from the clearing, and tripped over every branch, rock, and stump. I was panicking and I knew it. But what could I do?
I was stopped by a sword point to my face. The blade glowed with energy, and I could feel the heat and power radiating from it. I couldn't look past the blade to see who was holding it, until the blade lowered. I was looking at Meta Knight. "You!" I yelled. I Backed up, and tripped over a log. "Forests suck," I thought to myself. But what was going on? WHY DID EVERYTHING HAVE TO KEEP SURPRISING ME?
He looked at me with an expression I couldn't read. "What do you want from me?" I asked. He stayed silent, but gestured for me to get back to the clearing. I got up, and started back. I sat down on the blanket, and he sat across the fire from me. "What I want from you," He said quietly, "Is to teach you. You have some skill with the sword, but you are sadly inexperienced. I see you tried to get some weapon," He told me, and I dropped the stick, "But admit it . . . you are defenseless with out a blade. I want to show you how to use your body . . . and maybe someday, how to harness the berzerker."
His propositions made me hopeful, but was this the clone, or the real thing? A faint voice spoke up in the back of my mind . . . "trust . . . him . . ." It sounded slightly like Kirby. Good enough for me.
"I'm going to believe you." I said slowly, and picked up the pan. "I'm glad." He said, and threw me a fork. Thus began my apprentice ship to Meta Knight.
(I know, this part of the story is moving strangely fast, but it has to. OK! I'm going to stop talking now . . .)
It was almost a year later that I was able to find Marthen and the crew again, after my training. I had learned fast, according to my new teacher. Even though I looked pretty much like I did when I left, I had changed plenty on the inside. Meta Knight had taught me how to use many weapons, and showed me how to manipulate my mind to control the berzerker mode. Of course, I didn't have a complete grip: but I could now trigger it on my own, and make choices while it was happening. I had power, but I admit I was still afraid to use it.
When I caught up with the crew though,I found that many things had changed while I was gone . . .
Aunt Tiffany had completely moved onto the ship, and Marthen had built a base in the castle. Other Federation forces had also moved into the area. The only person I wanted to see though, was Masadona.
"Marthen!" I called, when I saw him. He looked up from his work, and ran over to me. He seemed unsure whether or not he should yell his brains out at me, or hug me to death. I wasn't sure I wanted to stick around for either one.
"Magnum, where have you been?" he asked. "Long story!" I said frantically. "Where is Masadona?" Marthen
(Boy, I really do use a lot of M names in this story, don't I? Shutting up now . . .)
Looked down, and scowled. "After you left, she tried to follow you. Garther and Cinsta went with her. Once he was healed, Mandela went out. Unlike the others, I think he wanted to hunt you down."
"Your saying she never came back?" I asked. "Yes. A few searched, but we couldn't find her." He told me. I clutched my skull. Why did everything involving me have to screw up? I asked him which way she headed. "She seemed to be going to the mountains. Are you going to look for her?" But his last question was lost on me. I had already left.
I ran all the way back to the forest, and was surprised by how easy the 4 mile sprint was. What had Meta Knight been training me for this past year? "Sir Meta Knight!" I shouted, once back into the woods.
My teacher materialized out of the shadows. "So, what happened?" He asked. I tried to calm down, and explained. "Masadona's been missing for almost a year, and so have my best friends." He sighed and shook his head.
"Any one else?" I reluctantly told him about Mandela. "Wonderful," He murmured. "You've made even MORE enemies. What do you want to do now?" He asked. I looked at him surprised. "I thought you would tell me something!" He looked at me scoldingly.
"This is your training. You have to make all the decisions. I only help you learn, and teach you skills. And of course, do this." He stepped back, and disappeared into the shadows again. I found that he had an annoying habit of doing this.
"So, I make all the important choices, eh?" I said to myself. "Then I'm going to find Masadona!" I turned back to the now paved mountain path, but was stopped by a huge hand on my shoulder.
(da da da dum! I'm so horribly evil! Now you must wait! But don't worry. I seem to be on a real kick, and I'll be updating again soon. R/R!)
"To whomever finds this first, be it Kirby or my dear son Magnum,
I feel so sad upon leaving the home where I spent so many of my years, and the house where my son was reared. But I feel that it is necessary: for NME's forces are rising again. I recently had a vision in which there were two endings. In the first one, I saw NME gloating over the burnt hull of Popstar . . . his throne was built of the thousands of casualties, and fire filled the sky. The sky itself was blood red, and screams rent the air . . .
But in the second end, I saw nothing but the clear sky, and a light: in the middle of the light was a shadow: but this shadow held no malice. Behind it, I could hear the cheers and laughter of millions, and I sensed joy. The shadow raised a sword, and with it's raising, NME was destroyed again, and his forces vanquished.
These visions were intertwined, rotating upon the shadow. I pray that the second vision is the one that comes to be, but I know that there is a strong chance that the first vision may also come to pass. Who ever finds this first, please, find help. If you don-"
The letter ended there, where mom's hand writing scrawled off the page. I assumed that this was where the false Meta Knight had attacked her. I folded the letter and put it back into my pocket. I then left the ship, but stopped to wonder where I would go. I had two paths in front of me: the first led back towards to the mountains, where my father most likely was . . . but I wanted desperately to leave that place behind. The other path lead to a place once called Cappy town. I always wanted to visit the ruins, though my parents refused to take me. "That's where I'll go." I told my self, and started stolidly down the path . . .
A week later . . .
"I need some real food . . ." I whispered. My throat was dry. I'd tried to hunt, but there were no real animals. I had strayed off the path to find water, only to find a dried up creek. I was lost, with out water (thank God that it had rained) and I couldn't find my way back to the path. I had given up all hope when I saw the smoke, and the fire.
It took every ounce of will I had left not to run into the clearing, and steal the food over the fire. Instead, I hid, and waited. And waited, and waited . . . no one came for almost 3 hours! I eventually fell asleep, even though I tried not to: but I was to exhausted to really resist. Sleep came quickly to me.
When I woke up, I panicked. Some one had put a blanket over me, and I was lying by the fire. A pan of food was in front of me, kept warm by the flame. I quickly got up and looked around, and tried to draw my sword. Gone! My sword was GONE! "What in the world is going on?" I shouted. And then thought, "Hey! I can talk!" My throat was no longer sore, and my thirst was quenched. I found a canteen nearby, and shook it. It was half- empty. Some one had given me water while I was out, too. Who?
I was nervous. I was totally vulnerable, and had no idea where my sword was. I picked up a Long Branch. It was hard and straight: I could fight with it. "Who's there?" I called. It was quiet. A pinecone exploding in the fire made me jump.
I saw movement in the corner of my eye, and spun. No one, but then I heard someone behind me. I spun again, and caught a glimpse of bright, blank gold eyes. Quite suddenly, I was terrified. Was it some sort of fury like myself? I ran from the clearing, and tripped over every branch, rock, and stump. I was panicking and I knew it. But what could I do?
I was stopped by a sword point to my face. The blade glowed with energy, and I could feel the heat and power radiating from it. I couldn't look past the blade to see who was holding it, until the blade lowered. I was looking at Meta Knight. "You!" I yelled. I Backed up, and tripped over a log. "Forests suck," I thought to myself. But what was going on? WHY DID EVERYTHING HAVE TO KEEP SURPRISING ME?
He looked at me with an expression I couldn't read. "What do you want from me?" I asked. He stayed silent, but gestured for me to get back to the clearing. I got up, and started back. I sat down on the blanket, and he sat across the fire from me. "What I want from you," He said quietly, "Is to teach you. You have some skill with the sword, but you are sadly inexperienced. I see you tried to get some weapon," He told me, and I dropped the stick, "But admit it . . . you are defenseless with out a blade. I want to show you how to use your body . . . and maybe someday, how to harness the berzerker."
His propositions made me hopeful, but was this the clone, or the real thing? A faint voice spoke up in the back of my mind . . . "trust . . . him . . ." It sounded slightly like Kirby. Good enough for me.
"I'm going to believe you." I said slowly, and picked up the pan. "I'm glad." He said, and threw me a fork. Thus began my apprentice ship to Meta Knight.
(I know, this part of the story is moving strangely fast, but it has to. OK! I'm going to stop talking now . . .)
It was almost a year later that I was able to find Marthen and the crew again, after my training. I had learned fast, according to my new teacher. Even though I looked pretty much like I did when I left, I had changed plenty on the inside. Meta Knight had taught me how to use many weapons, and showed me how to manipulate my mind to control the berzerker mode. Of course, I didn't have a complete grip: but I could now trigger it on my own, and make choices while it was happening. I had power, but I admit I was still afraid to use it.
When I caught up with the crew though,I found that many things had changed while I was gone . . .
Aunt Tiffany had completely moved onto the ship, and Marthen had built a base in the castle. Other Federation forces had also moved into the area. The only person I wanted to see though, was Masadona.
"Marthen!" I called, when I saw him. He looked up from his work, and ran over to me. He seemed unsure whether or not he should yell his brains out at me, or hug me to death. I wasn't sure I wanted to stick around for either one.
"Magnum, where have you been?" he asked. "Long story!" I said frantically. "Where is Masadona?" Marthen
(Boy, I really do use a lot of M names in this story, don't I? Shutting up now . . .)
Looked down, and scowled. "After you left, she tried to follow you. Garther and Cinsta went with her. Once he was healed, Mandela went out. Unlike the others, I think he wanted to hunt you down."
"Your saying she never came back?" I asked. "Yes. A few searched, but we couldn't find her." He told me. I clutched my skull. Why did everything involving me have to screw up? I asked him which way she headed. "She seemed to be going to the mountains. Are you going to look for her?" But his last question was lost on me. I had already left.
I ran all the way back to the forest, and was surprised by how easy the 4 mile sprint was. What had Meta Knight been training me for this past year? "Sir Meta Knight!" I shouted, once back into the woods.
My teacher materialized out of the shadows. "So, what happened?" He asked. I tried to calm down, and explained. "Masadona's been missing for almost a year, and so have my best friends." He sighed and shook his head.
"Any one else?" I reluctantly told him about Mandela. "Wonderful," He murmured. "You've made even MORE enemies. What do you want to do now?" He asked. I looked at him surprised. "I thought you would tell me something!" He looked at me scoldingly.
"This is your training. You have to make all the decisions. I only help you learn, and teach you skills. And of course, do this." He stepped back, and disappeared into the shadows again. I found that he had an annoying habit of doing this.
"So, I make all the important choices, eh?" I said to myself. "Then I'm going to find Masadona!" I turned back to the now paved mountain path, but was stopped by a huge hand on my shoulder.
(da da da dum! I'm so horribly evil! Now you must wait! But don't worry. I seem to be on a real kick, and I'll be updating again soon. R/R!)