Wow...sorry this took so long to update. I've been busy with the holidays, school, theatre...all that jazz.
RESPONSES! (Which I've never done before...)
Sailor Taichichi Vegeta: Ooo yes, Toadstool will get it pretty bad in the end. Unfortunately for you, this is far from the end.
Queen B of Randomness 016: Thank you very much. My goal for this story is to make everyone look at Mushroom Kingdom from a totally different point of view. Maybe now you'll think twice about being Toad in Mario Kart ;)
G.I.R.'s shadow: Thanks very much for the comment. You'll find out a small section of Kamek's story in this chapter and the whole story once I'm done. I'm gonna write a oneshot about what happened between chappies 5 and 6. Hope it comes out good...
Now on with the story:
"Deixe a sua carne nao ser rasgada, deixar o seu bloood nao deixar nenhuma mancha…" Kammy chanted. She was alone in the cottage, the house that was her shelter for the past twenty years or so years. Her protection. Her home.
She was standing over the large cauldron with an enormous spell book next to her. She was on the final chapter, reading an ancient spell. A spell that would change the world. The spell to immortality.
Her eyes were filled with tears that she couldn't describe. She feared for Bowser. She couldn't lose him like she lost her own son, Kamek. She reached for the bloodstained and torn cape, blue in color. It was being worn by the Yoshi Leader.
Events of the past day unfolded before her. The battle was lasting much longer than either sides had anticipated, but still the Koopas were winning. The Toads were retreating, hiding, surrendering…until reinforcements arrived unexpectedly. An enormous herd of Yoshis from their far away island suddenly stampeded through the battlefield. The Toads, thinking quickly, collected the Yoshis and rode them into battle. This caught the Koopas totally off-guard and, slowly, their chances of winning became slim.
As Kammy scanned the battlefield, she noticed an all-too familiar cloak being worn by the green Yoshi King. After retrieving it, and destroying the Yoshi, she brought it home and began to create the immortal brew.
But that wasn't why the witch was crying. Bowser was headed down a path of darkness, which would lead to hi ultimate downfall. She couldn't bare the thought of Bowser, King of the Koopas, the Chosen One who would bring peace back to KoopaKind…dying.
She had to do something.
'This should work fine…' she said in her mind, which was clouded with thoughts. 'All I need to do now is add the blood…'
She grabbed a large bottle filled to the brim with a thick, red liquid. She starred at it with loss and hopelessness in her eyes. How ironic was it that this blood was to be used to save Bowser's sister, but it came from her very veins. It symbolized a lot to Kamilia: the deaths of Brank, Brilette, Kamek, Korallis…was Bowser to be added to that list? Was she?
A large puff of crimson smoke burst from the black pot as the blood poured into it. Kammy wiped the tears from her eyes and she bottled a liter of the potion and reached for her broomstick. Bowser needed her…this war needed to be won.
Bowser sat by the large crack in the wall, observing the battle that he created. He could hardly think of how many lives had been taken because of his greed. He knew his lust for power brought him down, and he knew that he would continue falling until he died.
He knew it was his own fault that Brilette and Brank were captured. He knew it was his fault that these once-innocent Koopas were dying, being led into a rebellion that Bowser accidentally created. He knew it was his fault that Brilette was murdered in front of his own eyes. He knew that it was his fault that…this battle was occurring. He lowered his head.
'But I was doing something good…I was helping my fellow Koopa…Where did I go wrong?'
He rested his head on the back of his scaled hand, sighing, continuing to look out his makeshift window. It was horrifying: Toads were lying on the ground, eyes still open, spears piercing their large skulls, brains pouring down; Goombas, their entire skeletons crushed under the tremendous might of the Toad Tanks; Koopas, his dear race, getting jabbed or blown out of their own shells, leaving bloody remains. It was enough to make Bowser sick.
"I'm done for." He said softly. "If I go out there, the Toads will instantly target me. I started this…disaster. I'm responsible for this massacre of Koopas, Toads, and many others."
He sighed deeply, breathing out slowly. "But if I stay in here, Toadstool will humiliate me before killing me. Maybe hanging me, letting Toads and Yoshis spit upon my carcass…"
He stood up, rage, fury, and determination in his eyes. "No! I led these creatures…people into this war. I shall lead them out of it!"
"That's the Bowser I once knew."
Bowser spun around and saw Kamilia Koopa on the other side of the large crack in the wall. He could hardly believe his own happiness as she blew the prison walls down with her magic and they embraced in the warmest hug one could ever experience. They were back together, Mother and Son.
r&r please!