Once an hour or two had passed, the Piranha Plant walked into Faker's room. There, he saw the brown-skinned woman passed out on her bed. Amaterasu then pointed her muzzle at Faker, encouraging the carnivorous flower. The Piranha Plant shook Faker's body, instantly waking her up.
"Wha… what happened? Was I dreaming?" Faker asked herself, sitting up on the bed. She saw Piranha Plant next to her side, with the Spirit of Amaterasu at the door frame. The Piranha Plant then took hold of Faker's hand with his two leaves, trying to get her off the bed.
"Okay, okay," Faker replied, sitting on the side of her bed while putting on two white bunny slippers. "I'm coming, but only because you said so…" After Faker stood up, the Piranha Plant walked with her and Amaterasu up the ship to another room.
Once Faker was about to knock on the door, she looked down on the Piranha Plant, with the carnivorous flower nodding. As soon as she looked back, the photograph in her hand, Faker knocked on the door.
"Kirby?" Faker asked, knowing the pink puffball was assigned here. "It's me, Faker." However, the door would not open as she heard sobbing from behind the steel door. The Piranha Plant then pushed open the door for the brown-skinned woman. There, in the dim light of an oil lamp on a small table, in a series of beds laid next to each other, Faker saw Kirby in his chosen bed, crying into a pillow.
"Kirby?" Faker asked, her golden eyes twinkling as she approached the pink puffball. When Kirby heard her, he lifted his head, revealing a large puddle of tears stained on the pillow's fabric. Piranha Plant merely watched from a good distance, trying to understand what it is the pink puffball was forced to go through.
"This is about your friends, isn't it?" Faker continued. "Whatever it is, you can tell me…" Kirby then slowly reached out to the oil lamp, twisting the handle so it began glowing brighter. After setting the oil lamp back on its desk, Faker and the Piranha Plant looked on the empty wall to be shown Kirby and all of his friends, all drawn from crayons and paper cut-outs. They were posing in their battle forms, all of them laid out on a futuristic platform. Even though Kirby's artwork was mainly crayon scribbles on sheets of paper, this was the first time the pink puffball drew something as beautiful, especially on the walls. Inspired, the Piranha Plant took out whatever paper and crayons were left laying on the floor, alongside some tape and scissors, drawing and coloring away.
"Did you… draw all this?" Faker asked, amazed. In tears, Kirby slowly nodded, wiping his cuddly face with his stubby arms.
"This is amazing," Faker replied, her golden eyes filled with wonder. Shortly after, Kirby began crying again, sobbing into the brown-skinned woman's lap.
"Shh… it's okay," Faker hushed the pink puffball. "Don't cry…" Kirby stopped crying after a while to understand what the brown-skinned woman was trying to say.
"If you can draw this beautiful poster covering the wall, with everyone back together at last, you can save your friends," Faker continued. Sobbing a bit louder, Kirby continued crying, drops of tears flowing down his face. Faker then kept rubbing the pink puffball's back, feeling the wounds and dirt stains Kirby had before.
"It's alright," Faker hushed, calming Kirby down. "While we wash you up and patch you, do you want to hear a song?" The pink puffball then looked up, hiccupping as he looked at the brown-skinned woman with watery eyes.
"It's the song that I was singing back at the lake. I call it… Lifelight," Faker continued. "Even though it was merely just humming, I've managed to learn the lyrics by heart, even though I can't remember how. Would you like to hear it?" Kirby gently nodded, hugging Faker tight as she carried him off the bed. The song that Faker was singing to Kirby, the lyrics went a little something like this:
Colors weave into a spire of flame
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed
Bear this torch against the cold of the night
Search your soul and reawaken the undying light
When Faker set Kirby down, the brown-skinned woman took out some heated rocks lying on a dimming fire with pliers, carefully dropping them into a wooden tub. She then took Kirby, gently placing him in the tub while still singing.
On that day, when the sky fell away
Our world came to an end
In our eyes did a fading sun rise
In the dark glimmering shadows
Silence grows, in the spaces between
Stretching out beyond time
Rising up, as a chorus of souls finds a voice
Flickering through the void
While Faker was still singing, she took out a special mixture, scrubbing Kirby's wet body. As the mixture was lathering, the dirty stains on the pink puffball washed off. The warm, soapy water was starting to sting Kirby's wounds, but he withstood the pain as he kept listening to Faker's heavenly song.
These little sparks cling on to life
Everyone caught in the struggle
And then the storms of change, they fan the flames
Scattering ashes to the wind
Once all of the stains were washed off Kirby, Faker then took the pink puffball out of the tub, taking a soft towel and rubbing his cuddly skin dry while she kept singing.
Every soul contains a whisper of light
Gleaming faintly as it dwindles from sight
No escape, no greater fate to be made
In the end, the chains of time will not break
Colors weave into a spire of flame
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed
Bear this torch against the cold of the night
Search your soul and reawaken the undying light
Once Kirby was perfectly dry, Faker set up the pink puffball on a stool, uncovering the deep gashes that looked so nasty not even bandages would fix it. The brown-skinned woman then took out a sewing needle and transparent thread, holding Kirby in place.
As fate spins a thread without end
New life draws its first breath
Blossoming in a soil reclaimed from the past
Where destiny holds fast
Here where we stand, hand clenched in hand
Everyone caught in the struggle
This is the day we finally find our way
Stepping into our tomorrow
During Faker's beautiful singing, the brown-skinned woman was gently stitching the large wounds on Kirby's body. The pain on the pink puffball's skin was great, but the pain in his heart was greater still as he kept holding in his tears. As soon as Faker was finished stitching Kirby's wounds, she took out the white band-aids, sticking them onto Kirby's smaller cuts and scratches.
Every soul contains a whisper of light
Growing louder as it calls to unite
From the distance sings a chorus of souls
Rising slowly, stirring heat from the coals
Colors weave into a spire of flame
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed
Bear this torch against the cold of the night
Light will guide you on your way to the ultimate fight
As soon as Kirby was all patched up, he was starting to become sleepy during the lullaby rendition of Faker's song. The last thing he managed to hear were the last lyrics of her angelic voice.
Every soul contains a whisper of light
Growing louder as it calls to unite
From the distance sings a chorus of souls
Rising slowly, stirring heat from the coals
Colors weave into a spire of flame
Distant sparks call to a past still unnamed
Bear this torch against the cold of the night
Light will guide you on your way to the ultimate fight
Once Faker was finished singing, she laid the pink puffball onto his assigned bed, watching as Kirby silently wept himself to sleep. Tears built up in the brown-skinned woman's golden eyes as she looked at the photograph Kirby took with him. She knew that her song Lifelight was heartbreaking when she found out what happened to Kirby's friends. Faker then dimmed the oil lamp to an almost-nonexistent flame, pushing it closer to the wall as she laid the photograph on the small table, quietly walking out of the room with Amaterasu. The Piranha Plant was listening to Faker's song this whole time, deeply moved by it despite the fact that he doesn't have any visible eyes or ears. He was finished drawing a brand-new cut-out for the poster Kirby drew on the wall, and it looked a lot like himself in his battle stance, which was just as exquisite as the rest of the colored fighters. The carnivorous flower then taped himself to the poster, realizing that just because he's not one of the greatest warriors of all times doesn't mean he can't be a part of the family of fighters. As Piranha Plant sat next to the poster, watching Kirby peacefully sleep, it wasn't long until the carnivorous flower himself dozed off in the flower pot he was stuck in this whole time.
Morning arrived, and the Undying Light was still soaring through the air thanks to the auto-pilot engine. The Normal Spirits were the first to wake up, fixing up the ship with some of the supplies they brought on board. Faker then woke up afterwards, slowly walking into Kirby and Piranha Plant's room. The brown-skinned woman was fully dressed in her opal dragon uniform, and she took off her glove to put out the dimming oil lamp and stroke the pink puffball's soft body. The Piranha Plant was the first to wake up quickly, shaking his rounded red head. Kirby then slowly stirred up, turning his head to look at Faker.
"Had a good night's sleep?" Faker asked. Kirby nodded, rubbing his eyes. When Kirby looked at himself again, he noticed all the wounds covering his body were gone.
"The soap I used instantly heals the toughest of wounds overnight," Faker replied. "You'll be able to rescue your friends again in no time…" Kirby then hugged Faker again, with Piranha Plant watching the two embrace each other in comfort. The pink puffball slowly opened his eyes, giving off a faint gleam like everyone else did before. The gleam was instantly warping around Kirby's eyes, leading into a cross off-center. Only Piranha Plant noticed it too, and he suddenly felt his jagged teeth gleam the same pattern as well. After Faker opened her eyes again after the hug, she suddenly saw the charm around her neck was gleaming with rainbow colors again.
"Poyo?" Kirby asked, both he and Piranha Plant noticing the brown-skinned woman losing her focus. In her golden eyes, she saw the Fighter Spirits again, simply floating in the room and watching her and the two fighters.
"I see them," Faker answered. Kirby was wondering what she meant by that… until he took a look at the poster on the empty wall. The pink puffball then quickly turned around, anxious. However, once he saw behind himself, there was nothing in the room but beds lined up with beds.
"…Poyo?" Kirby asked again, with the Piranha Plant looking in the direction the brown-skinned woman was looking to.
"I swear I see them right now… in this room with us," Faker objected. "All of your friends are right here… with us…" Just as soon as she looked up again, she too saw nothing, and the glowing charm on her neck faded back into the usual violet color.
"Poyo?" Kirby asked, a small tear building up in one of his eyes. Faker then sighed, with the Piranha Plant walking towards her on the bed's side. The brown-skinned woman then got up, lifting Kirby off the bed.
"Nothing," Faker answered, sighing with grief. "Let's just… get yourself prepared. You're gonna be dropping off soon…" The three travelers then walked out of the room, leaving a beautifully decorated room and a photograph ten years old on the small table next to Kirby's bed.
After a filling breakfast, Kirby, Piranha Plant, and Faker were outside on the deck, meeting up with Captain Barbara, the Great Sage, Amaterasu, Flynn, Sticks, E. Gadd, and the only remaining Assist Trophies that managed to escape from the events of Gallia's birth.
"Listen up, new cadets," Barbara spoke. "Since you are apparently on a rescue mission, we'll be recruiting you with the best gadgets we could come up with. Once you've learned to use them wisely, you might just get the hang of learning more about our main enemy." Grabbing some sort of disk from E. Gadd's lab coat, Barbara the Bat tossed it onto the wooden floor, revealing a hologram of some sorts. The hologram was a picture of a UV sphere surrounding a humongous black hole.
"Far off into the central north is the Northern Barrier," Barbara continued. "It's where the gateway to the Gallian Void awaits, and where Galeem's true form resides. This task might sound easy to just going through the gateway and defeating the Seraph of Order, but it's impossible to do so since the barrier itself is impenetrable. Legends have stated that the only way to break the barrier is to defeat his followers currently visible in the World of Light, those of which have been marked with his Lock. Once all of the Locks are broken, only then can you reawaken the Smash Balls of legend and prepare for the final battle."
"However," Barbara continued, "this land is infected with many of Galeem's servants, especially the Subspace Army. Spirits left and right are being enslaved under his power, with mainly the Master Spirits forced to possess his vessels for enhanced skills and mainly the Normal Spirits to assist with special abilities. Each Spirit is different, so be careful who you go up against. There are still many secrets we haven't learned yet, so how you play Galeem's game is entirely up to you." Barbara then turned off the hologram disk and gave it back to E. Gadd before taking three, watch-like devices from him. The Legendary Spirit then passed each one of them to the three travelers – Faker putting one on her wrist, Kirby trying another up to his stubby arm, and Piranha Plant looping one more around his stem near his flower pot. The devices each had one big red button in front of the travelers' wrists.
"These special kinks are designed to program how you fight," E. Gadd spoke. "We'll be monitoring whatever you do up here. One press of their buttons per second allows you to communicate from down below, two presses per second alerts us that a baddie is nearby, and three presses per second automatically or manually allows us to transport you back onto the ship. Is that clear?" Faker, Kirby, and Piranha Plant nodded, ready to go. Shortly after, a drop-off plank stuck out on the right side of the Undying Light, signifying the trio to go off. Just when they set foot on the plank, Flynn ran right up to them.
"Almost forgot to give you three something," the Mabu pilot panted. Afterwards, Flynn handed Kirby, Piranha Plant, and Faker each a folded-up glider.
"Use it once you're all close to the ground," Flynn continued. "When you land on Gallia's surface, you don't wanna look like a pancake…" Once the Mabu pilot stepped away, the brown-skinned woman, the carnivorous flower, and the pink puffball walked near the rim of the plank. Looking down from hundreds of feet high in the air, Kirby then suddenly remembered what Sonic said to him back when Galeem was attacking the fighters.
"Whatever you do, don't lose the memories we had together… not as friends, but as family," Sonic's voice spoke out in Kirby's memories. The pink puffball's eyes began to turn watery again when he kept getting flashbacks to the past, remembering all of his friends possibly getting killed.
"Godspeed, you little curbstomper…" Sonic's voice read out again, Kirby trembling in place as he stood on the edge of the drop-off plank, a tear shedding from his face as he remembered crying out to the blue hedgehog and everyone else he cared about. Just then, Faker placed a hand on Kirby's nonexistent shoulder, followed by Piranha Plant stroking Kirby's back with his leaf.
"We'll be there for you," Faker told Kirby. The pink puffball then wiped the tear from his face, looking back at the Spirits that were ready to see them touch the land of Gallia again.
"There is also a riddle spoken to me, and I want you to remember it: Warrior untouched by the birth of Gallia, awaken the Ragnarokk's memories, redeliver the World of Trophies, and break the Lock. Remember this message, okay? It might help in the future..." That was the last message that was spoken to Kirby by Sonic the Hedgehog, and the pink puffball never forgot every single word. With a deep breath, Kirby held on tight to his fold-up glider, jumping off the Undying Light with the Piranha Plant and Faker.
