Chapter Three: Spiritual Thoughts
"Daddy, tell me about how the Elementals came to be, please! I wanna know! Why do I have all these powers?"
"Well, Kirby, you see, our powers reflect our personality, our abilities, and our future."
"So… you have the Air Element because of your wings? And because you are always cool and calm, like the wind?"
"Heheh, yes, Kirby. Your friend Keeby is an Ice-Elemental because like ice, he is cold at times, but melts easily. He can do brilliant things, just like the snow can."
"What about… Addie?"
"She's a Water-Elemental because she is calm, but when worked up she can destroy things. Her water also helps her to paint, which is no doubt her future."
"Kaby? And Marx?"
"The Fire-Elementals… Hot tempered, but beautiful things if you can control them. However, a stray fire will destroy everything in its path and become almost unstoppable."
"Gooey and Zero!"
"Dark-Elementals. Not necessarily full of dark thoughts, though that can be the case. Though when treated right, the darkness can lead to wonderful things and lead many creatures to harmony."
"Dedede."
"The Electric-Elemental. He has a sharp and uncontrollable personality, but he can use his powers to help many others."
"What other Elements are there?"
"Well, other than Air, Ice, Fire, Water, Electricity and Darkness, there is Light, Plant, Earth, Healing, Spirit, Animal, and Metal. Thirteen Elements all together."
"… What about me, daddy?"
"Ah. You are a Multi-Elemental. Destined to do great things and lead all Elementals to harmony and balance. You have just the right amount of everything in your personality, and your natural abilities are marvelous. You are truly special."
"Oh, but I'm no more special than you are, Meta!"
"That's why you are the most special of all, my dear. Now go to sleep. It's past your bedtime…"
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Kirby wanted to clean out his ears. "He has to be there! Look again! He can't have just disappeared!"
He couldn't believe it. Taranza, the one person he knew who was a Spirit-Elemental, who could look into anybodies' soul to see what they were feeling, who could talk to the dead couldn't find his dead friend.
His friend that had died so long ago… that he had killed…
"Kirby, he is no longer in the Spiritworld, and without an object containing an important memory of him, I will not be able to find him. That's why I called you here. I need you to help me find him. We then will be able to tell whether something brought him back to life, or if he moved on."
Kirby looked up, as he had found himself staring off into the distance. "I doubt he moved on. He was too conflicted when he was alive…"
"Then his spirit must still be around. Give me your hands."
Kirby hesitated, holding his hands to his chest. The gloves he always wore were intentional. It hurt so much when he took them off last time, but this time…
Would it be worse, or did it get better?
He slowly stretched his hands out. Taranza took them gently, slowly sliding off a glove.
"They're still red…" He muttered, sliding a finger over one of the scars on Kirby's wrist. "Still healing."
"Yeah…"
"And your soul is still healing too."
Kirby sighed. It was true. Even though his friend had betrayed him and given him those scars, he couldn't shake the feeling that there was still some good inside of him.
"Now, you know what to do." Taranza said, standing up. "Just go to sleep and I will try and locate his soul using yours."
"Thanks, Tar."
Taranza smiled. "You're welcome, little one. Now, go to sleep. It's past your bedtime…"