( a/n: Whoops! I made one helluva mistake in the Mario timeline. Bowser was raised by Kamek Koopa, not Kammy Koopa. So here's my solution: Kamek is Kammy's son, and she trained him along with Bowser sometime between the 5th and 6th chapters. Since they often went on training missions together, people thought that Kamek was training Bowser because he was more powerful (he could use magic, Bowser could only use his muscles). Kamek left Keep Canyon before his training was done because he heard of a group of colorful lizard-like creatures planning to overthrow him and Bowser. Bowser remained at the Canyon to continue his training. There…my explanation in a nutshell.)

(Now, back to your regularly scheduled programming, already in progress. Italics are dream sequences)

The first thing Bowser noticed about the field wasn't its enormous size, but the brilliant colors of the flowers that grew from it.

He and Kamilia were at the foot of a large field of bright orange flowers. It was almost impossible to find, yet it was hard to figure out how something so vast could be so well hidden. Bowser shifted his weight from one tired foot to the other, trying to support his giant new shell.

"Is this the surprise?" he asked. Kamilia nodded.

"Fire Fields."

The name sounded so normal, yet elegant and soothing. The Koopa suddenly fell in love with the field and the flowers that inhabited it. He would go there to think many times in his life, simply because of its beauty. But that's not why the witch brought him there.

"One of these flowers is blue," she said, with a hint of mystery in her voice. "If you can find that flower and bring it back to me in the cottage, than you will receive more power than you could ever imagine."

Bowser couldn't help but smile at the description of his task. Finding one blue flower out of all of these orange ones would be a piece of cake, or, at least, that's what he thought.

Turns out that it took him hours to find that one flower. The hot sun, combined with the ever growing climate of the canyon, the shell on his aching back, and the burning fires below his feet, made him wish to relax and maybe even quit.

But then he would remember his plans of invasion and his army, the evil King and what he did to his race. He needed to continue.

Finally, after about twelve hours of constant searching, Bowser spotted the sapphire flower. It seemed to sparkle with difference between all of the apricot-like ones. Bowser walked as fast as he possibly could to pick the bud. It was beautiful, with a slight glimmer in its petals. He simply starred at it for a long while, but then remembered its purpose. With all of the might he could muster, he ran back to the cottage to meet Kamilia.

He opened the door and a dark purple smoke burst out like water! Coughing and gasping for air, Bowser maneuvered through the smoky house and finally found Kamilia, who was stirring up a type of brew in a large cauldron. She looked up and smiled.

"Did you bring it?" she asked. Bowser, more confused than ever, nodded and handed the plant to the witch. She threw it in the pot, which resulted in a light blue smoke exploding from it! His eyes watering from the intense smoke, he asked what she was doing. The witch didn't respond. Instead, she took out a small, wooden cup and filled it to the brim with the liquid.

"Drink!" she said quickly. Bowser hardly knew how to respond, so he grasped the cup and poured the steaming liquid into his mouth. It stung his throat, like swallowing hot salsa whole. His eyes watered even more and he began to feel dizzy. He staggered around for a moment or two before regaining his composure. He sighed and slumped down on his bed.

"What are you trying to do, lady? Kill me?" he cried out, gasping in the cool air. Kamilia chuckled.

"Now, I want you to rest tonight and tomorrow you will receive your reward for such difficult tasks."

Nearly unconscious anyways, Bowser fell to sleep almost instantly. As he slept, though, he had a dream. A vivid dream so real, he felt as if it were reality…

"Bowser!" cried a Goomba general. "We've got to get to the foot of the castle if we have any hopes for invasion! We'll hold 'em off as much as we can!"

Bowser was now a tall, muscular, and quite dashing general in the most intense battle in the history of Mushroom Kingdom and all of Het Naamkaartje: The Battle for Mushroom Throne.

Goombas and Koopas were firing spears and arrows at an array of Toads. Lakilesters and Piranha Plants littered the battlefield, killing Toads with every step they took. Defeat was definitely no longer an option. It was no longer a worry. Victory was already in Bowser's hands.

He led a small band of Koopas, heavily armored, to the base of the blood-stained castle. The sky was infested with dark sinister clouds. It was going to rain soon. The Koopa Troops began to climb the castle, with Bowser flying up on his Flying Machine. He gazed upon his glorious army with pride. Not a single one had died and they each had determination in their eyes. He was truly proud of them.

They soon got to the top of the castle and looked around, searching for King Toadstool. Once he was destroyed, the kingdom would belong to Bowser and his Koopas. His race would finally be freed from enslavement.

"Bowser," called a familiar voice. "I've been waiting for you." Bowser spun his head and saw, at the far end of the roof, a cloaked figure, his face hidden in shadows.

'Toadstool…' Bowser thought, with revenge in his heart. He ran as fast as he possibly could and slammed his War Hammer down on top of him, killing the man instantly. Bowser laughed triumphantly.

"Now, let me look into your eyes as you die!" He pulled the hood off of the deceased man and…No…No, it couldn't be. Bowser backed away slowly, feeling cold sweat pour from his brow. His eyes were widened to the point where they teared up. His mouth hung open in shock. The dead man was…

"Brank?"

No…Brank was already dead…Wart had killed him…No…No…!

"NO!" Bowser screamed, as he awoke suddenly. He was drenched with sweat and his heart was racing faster than it ever had before. He sighed and tried to calm down.

'It was…just a dream.' He thought. He closed his eyes and tried to relax when…

"SUPRIZE!" Kamilia called out, shaking Bowser's tired body. "Wake up, my son, I must teach you how to use it!" Bowser starred at the witch, confused.

"Use…use what?" he asked.

"Come and I shall show you." She gestured for him to follow her again outside of the cottage. He did as he was told, his throat really dry. She told him to stand next to a fallen tree. He did as he was told.

"Now," Kamilia instructed. "Open your mouth and breathe as hard as you can. Don't blow out air…just breathe really hard out."

Bowser felt stupid doing such a task, but when he finally opened his mouth, he felt his throat burn up again! He felt the air all around him get tremendously hot! He was blinded by…fire? He closed his mouth and coughed violently.

"What the hell was that?" he gasped. Kamilia smiled, feeling accomplished again.

"You can now create fire as hot as the embers from hell itself. Imagine the fear and respect you can squeeze from your enemies when they see you breathe fire!"

Bowser, amazed at what he had just heard, went back to Fire Fields to practice and hone his new ability. Meanwhile, Kamilia stayed in the cottage, looking at the map, planning out their invasion strategy…

(This isn't my best work, but I've been really busy with school and "social problems" so I haven't really been in my moom to write good...o well. Read and Respond anyway)