Disclaimer: I don't own Klonoa or any of the other characters (except ones that will be introduced later).
After I blew the eleven candles on the birthday cake, my yellowish eyes gleaming, I smiled and looked up to my father. He looks like me: a black-and-white catlike person with long, furry ears with five pointed ends like fingers. He also has my eyes, and he wears a blue shirt with blue shorts. Twenty-eight years younger than my father, I wore a blue cap backwards almost all the time.
That night, the clouds almost covered the whole sky, and rain poured down. My mother, who looks like my father, only female and wears a blue dress with a bow on its back, sat by me in bed and said softly, "don't worry, Klonoa. The storm will stop soon, and the sun will come up."
After hearing this, I walked up to the drawer, took out a large, golden, emerald ring, and asked, "Mom, is there ever a war in our village?"
"Well… There was one, but that was a long time ago. Everything will be fine, Klonoa," she replied, and she kissed me goodnight and walked out.
As I lay in bed, I closed my eyes and fell asleep, slowly letting go of my ring. Everything looks dark, but then I hear a young girl's voice whisper, "t-time is… Crucial." Then I woke up to the sound of thunder, and saw fire burning around my bed. I closed my eyes, but I still hear and feel the flames flickering.
I had no choice but to open my eyes. At that moment, I fell asleep for a very long time. In little time, the heat of the fire cooled down. I woke up to a young woman's voice. I opened my eyes to find a priestess with red hair, blue eyes, a lion's tail, and wearing a red dress with a red hat that has a thin leaf on its side.
"Lolo? Is that you," I asked the priestess nervously. I pinched myself in case it was another dream. "Ow!" I guess it wasn't.
As the priestess giggled and smiled, she answered back, "Yes, Klonoa. And it's about time you woke up."
"W-what do you mean?" I felt like asking a million questions. So I asked what sounded like the stupidest question I had ever asked. "H-how old am I?"
"You're twenty-one, silly! I noticed you were talking in your sleep, so I woke you up," Lolo replied and giggled again.
"How long did I sleep," I asked as I stood up.
"So, it's about time ya woke up," a deep voice said from a dark corner of the room. The owner of the voice walked out and stood next to Lolo with his arms crossed. He looked like a stuffed brown rabbit with long arms that each has three sharp claws at the end. His green eyes have strange pupils that look like lines criss-crossing each other. A spiked collar hung loosely around his neck.
"Oh, Popka. Klonoa may have overslept, but please don't…" Lolo pleaded with tears in her eyes.
Popka seemed to want to hurt me when he raised his fists, but then lowered them. "Alright, I'll let 'im go. But he better be on time for tomorrow," he replied as he walked to the other end of the room.
"On time? For what," I asked Lolo, feeling nervous again.
"Klonoa, we are a rebellion of slaves from the kingdom of Volk. Volk is having a war on our land of Lunatea, and it happened 10 years ago. You appeared on the battlegrounds and they made you their slave, like me. As far as five years later, we slaves created a rebellion, and we're hoping to reach Mira-Mira, starting tomorrow. But along with slaves, some masters, like Popka, joined the rebellion. Yet sometimes, they still have some control over us. The rebellion does missions like stealing whatever seems necessary, and if possible, kill Volk soldiers and take their weapons."
As I thought of the weird dreams I had, I said softly, "I-I see." Were they just strange dreams…? Or were they memories, I thought to myself as Lolo, Popka, and me left the room.
The next day the rebellion members, consisting mostly of priestesses and creatures that look like small, round rabbits, prepared themselves for the long journey to Mira-Mira. As I grabbed my ring and joined Lolo and Popka, I had the thought of that little girl in my head.
To be continued…