(I know you all must be VERY busy with your own lives, it being summer and
all: BUT WHY HAVE I RECEIVED NO REVIEWS IN TWO WHOLE CHAPTERS?!?! Sigh . .
. *Tear, tear* . . . To be a suffering author . . . Any way, in addition
to this story, I did a picture of Masadona. If you want a copy to see what
she looks like, [and please don't use it for anything other than viewing, I
don't need MORE legal troubles.] say so in your next review and I'll try to
send you one. Thanks for reading!)
It was much later on, as the sun was setting, that we were all ready to finally leave the little cave that had become our camp, and head back to the base Marthen had set up. I walked side by side with Meta Knight as we walked up the path. Meta Knight at that time, unbeknownst to the others, was tutoring me mentally in the different ways of using Telepathy.
("Now Magnum, you can obviously send physical feeling without much trouble, but I want you now to try and send me an image. Picture something in your head, something easy to focus on, and concentrate as I taught you earlier.") He told me. I focused on the image of a roasted turkey, dripping juices and butter, steaming fragrantly, stuffed with bread, nuts, herbs and spices, oozing with dark gravy and surrounded by sliced carrots and potatoes.
(Man, are you hungry? I'm hungry.)
I then turned my attention to Meta Knight. I struggled a bit to send the entire picture to him, but I saw the slow smile spread over his face. He'd received it. ("Good job, Magnum! I can almost smell it!") Suddenly, Garther spoke up.
"Is it just me, or can any of you guys smell that too?" Some one really was roasting a bird! I hurried ahead to find the source of the smell. Loki was already there. The young wolf was hanging his head over the top of the trail, where there was a sudden cliff-like drop. There was a hole there, from which faint smoke and the rich smell of roasting meat was wavering.
Meta Knight noticed the smoke and rushed to my side. He looked around, and a look of remembrance dawned in his eyes. "How could I have forgotten?" He asked himself, and laughed. The others, including Loki, and I stared at him confusedly. "Don't mind me asking sir," said Cinsta, "But how could you have forgotten what?"
"That old scamp . . . I wonder if he's still living here?" Meta Knight got down on his hands, and crawled about. Now we just all stood back and stared incredulously. "What is he doing?" I heard Masadona whisper to Brutus. Brutus shrugged.
"Ah ha!" He shouted. We all jumped. "I found it!" He drew his sword, and tapped it on the ground. Instead of the earthy thump I expected, there was a resounding metallic clank.
A rather unhappy: no, grumpy, voice came muffled from beneath the point where Meta Knight had tapped his sword. "Who is it? GO AWAY FROM THIS PLACE! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Meta Knight burst out laughing in a way that was very unfitting of him. It was a rough, almost barking laugh. It made me wince. "You old fool!" He shouted back. "Open the door and say hi to an old friend!"
"Which 'Old friend' would that be? I have no friends!" I cocked my head. Who in the world could it be? "You old codger, it's me! Meta Knight!" There was a long pause.
"Who do you think you are, playing such a dirty, horrible, damnable prank on an old, lonely hermit? Meta Knight is long dead!" The voice started to fade, as if the speaker was wandering away. "I was there when Kirby found him dead at the end of the battle. Now leave an old man to rot in his own home . . ." Meta Knight sighed. "Crazy old man."
He jammed his sword into an almost invisible crack, and levered it up. A large trap door opened in the dirt. I glimpsed into the dark hole. I saw a chicken turning on a spit over a flame in a clay hearth. The smoke from earlier had been coming out of the chimney, which had been cleverly carved out of the cliff.
Meta Knight dropped down into the hole. We all waited anxiously for something to happen. "Magnum, come with me, I want you to meet this man." I looked around, and saw the others waiting for me to go. I decided I should do as he say. I dropped down into the hidden home, and followed Meta Knight.
"Get out here!" He called.
I saw a movement in the shadows. "How did you get in here?" the old man asked. Light fell upon a filmy, half-blind eye. His only eye. The old man crept closer, and his one eye widened in shock as he sighted Meta Knight. "It is you!" Meta Knight smiled, and patted my back.
"Magnum, THIS is and old friend of mine: his name is Waddle Dee."
(Ok, you all must be wondering: Meta Knight friends with Waddle Dee? But sadly for you, I don't explain this until the next chapter. I know, too short and pointless. But I warned you about upcoming short chapters. Keep reading . . . AND REVIEWING! *Thinks for moment*: please?)
It was much later on, as the sun was setting, that we were all ready to finally leave the little cave that had become our camp, and head back to the base Marthen had set up. I walked side by side with Meta Knight as we walked up the path. Meta Knight at that time, unbeknownst to the others, was tutoring me mentally in the different ways of using Telepathy.
("Now Magnum, you can obviously send physical feeling without much trouble, but I want you now to try and send me an image. Picture something in your head, something easy to focus on, and concentrate as I taught you earlier.") He told me. I focused on the image of a roasted turkey, dripping juices and butter, steaming fragrantly, stuffed with bread, nuts, herbs and spices, oozing with dark gravy and surrounded by sliced carrots and potatoes.
(Man, are you hungry? I'm hungry.)
I then turned my attention to Meta Knight. I struggled a bit to send the entire picture to him, but I saw the slow smile spread over his face. He'd received it. ("Good job, Magnum! I can almost smell it!") Suddenly, Garther spoke up.
"Is it just me, or can any of you guys smell that too?" Some one really was roasting a bird! I hurried ahead to find the source of the smell. Loki was already there. The young wolf was hanging his head over the top of the trail, where there was a sudden cliff-like drop. There was a hole there, from which faint smoke and the rich smell of roasting meat was wavering.
Meta Knight noticed the smoke and rushed to my side. He looked around, and a look of remembrance dawned in his eyes. "How could I have forgotten?" He asked himself, and laughed. The others, including Loki, and I stared at him confusedly. "Don't mind me asking sir," said Cinsta, "But how could you have forgotten what?"
"That old scamp . . . I wonder if he's still living here?" Meta Knight got down on his hands, and crawled about. Now we just all stood back and stared incredulously. "What is he doing?" I heard Masadona whisper to Brutus. Brutus shrugged.
"Ah ha!" He shouted. We all jumped. "I found it!" He drew his sword, and tapped it on the ground. Instead of the earthy thump I expected, there was a resounding metallic clank.
A rather unhappy: no, grumpy, voice came muffled from beneath the point where Meta Knight had tapped his sword. "Who is it? GO AWAY FROM THIS PLACE! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Meta Knight burst out laughing in a way that was very unfitting of him. It was a rough, almost barking laugh. It made me wince. "You old fool!" He shouted back. "Open the door and say hi to an old friend!"
"Which 'Old friend' would that be? I have no friends!" I cocked my head. Who in the world could it be? "You old codger, it's me! Meta Knight!" There was a long pause.
"Who do you think you are, playing such a dirty, horrible, damnable prank on an old, lonely hermit? Meta Knight is long dead!" The voice started to fade, as if the speaker was wandering away. "I was there when Kirby found him dead at the end of the battle. Now leave an old man to rot in his own home . . ." Meta Knight sighed. "Crazy old man."
He jammed his sword into an almost invisible crack, and levered it up. A large trap door opened in the dirt. I glimpsed into the dark hole. I saw a chicken turning on a spit over a flame in a clay hearth. The smoke from earlier had been coming out of the chimney, which had been cleverly carved out of the cliff.
Meta Knight dropped down into the hole. We all waited anxiously for something to happen. "Magnum, come with me, I want you to meet this man." I looked around, and saw the others waiting for me to go. I decided I should do as he say. I dropped down into the hidden home, and followed Meta Knight.
"Get out here!" He called.
I saw a movement in the shadows. "How did you get in here?" the old man asked. Light fell upon a filmy, half-blind eye. His only eye. The old man crept closer, and his one eye widened in shock as he sighted Meta Knight. "It is you!" Meta Knight smiled, and patted my back.
"Magnum, THIS is and old friend of mine: his name is Waddle Dee."
(Ok, you all must be wondering: Meta Knight friends with Waddle Dee? But sadly for you, I don't explain this until the next chapter. I know, too short and pointless. But I warned you about upcoming short chapters. Keep reading . . . AND REVIEWING! *Thinks for moment*: please?)