Disclaimer:

Rewritten. I do not own Klonoa or any other of his game and manga series' characters; they belong to their respective groups. And yes, though the events from the last chapter seemed a bit cliché and maybe to some this little chappie as well.

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A NEW LIFE

--CHAPTER 2 – DISCOVERIES--

In awe, he walked closer to the specter-like image of his father. Stretching out his fading opened palm, Klonoa reluctantly held it as he saw him getting more and more see-through by the moment. That was the last thing Klonoa remembered before they suddenly disappeared into thin air. Should I type the magic words again? –put smiley here-

They were in an endless void, both hand-in-hand suspended in the middle of the infinite spiral and being pulled against their will by horizontal gravity. It was like riding in a bullet train only there's no train. Klonoa seemed to be enjoying himself.

They suddenly popped out about 10 feet away from a cemented ground, instantly they lost grip of each other and fell down on their feet, Klonoa sprang himself up using the impact on the soil to stand, his father made a similar effort only… he stumbled and fell flat on his furry face, anything wrong with that picture? No. The good part of this is that it made Klonoa chuckle; the bad part was that it made parts of both their faces hurt; reminding Klonoa that he had a few sore wounds across his cheek and a black eye though his fur covered most of the proof.

His father, recovering from what just happened stood up rubbing his nose that instantly lost swelling. "Ok… now where are we?" he asked himself out loud as he tried to change the mutual subject on both of them. Consider it bonding time.

He slowly spun around and observed his surroundings, they were in a wide dead-end part of an alley with only a small long path with the sides of two buildings for an entrance/exit complete with the metal fencing and the graffiti's, much like the down town parts of any big city seen on movies only with verbal vandalism written in Lunatean.

"I think we're somewhere in Sol-City. Follow me." He walked out, his son following him with an overstuffed bag strapped behind. He looked like one of those silly people in expeditions. The father, made his way across the only path available, two building edges serving as the walls of that path. Once he reached the end he turned to the left and continued walking. Mind you that Klonoa was behind trying to haul a backpack which was now starting to weigh on him. He lost visual of his daddy so he ran in aggravating effort.

Once he reached the sidewalk and he was amazed at what he saw. He WAS technically a country boy in a lot of senses. The buildings were huge, and cars of different colors zoomed across him from the street in front of him. He was like a barricade for people walking by so he was snapped back to reality when he hit someone, no, someone hit him. "Sorry Kid"

Suddenly the streets became more and more crowded as passersby came walking along in their own paces, it was morning and it's already a rush hour. Now where was his father? For a second he saw the back of his father's head which was covered by someone else's in the next second. He ran to that direction, all the while doubling effort to elude those that were in his way. For a while he managed to trace his father. Yelling one of those words that meant that that person was a male parental unit of his might have helped but there were still bits of hatred in his heart that prevented him from even attempting that out loud. In the end he lost complete track of the man in a four-way intersection, the speeding cars were preventing him from crossing. Some father huh?

For a few minutes he stayed there and something came to mind, he remembered an advice his grandfather told him. A clear image of his grandfather with his eyes closed, his index finger pointing up suddenly appeared with a sassy flowery background.

"If you ever wander too far and suddenly find yourself lost in the woods or in some parallel dimension by a bizarre chain of coincidence then you should just stay in one spot, hopefully where you're not alone and wait till we find you." Though that thought made him feel lonely, he did what any modern day child lost in the city would do, wander off in search.

After what seemed like hours of searching in his young mind he somehow made it to an empty lot and just sat on one of those conveniently placed long green park benches on the street beside the newspaper machines. Great he just got lost and he doesn't even know how they got to here in the first place, was it some kind of spell? Wait, how about grandpa's grave? There was all that jazz until he noticed a long line of different people passing him by going to the lot behind him, the one in the lead was a cat-ghost something walking or to be more appropriate floating backwards, lifting and waving her arms inward in a way that meant 'Ok people, follow me.'

"Ok people, follow me." The cat said in a voice that rivaled the cabbit's pitch. Hey… did she just… grr… copycat…

Some looked like annoying tourists complete with the strong-flash type cameras and everything; the others appeared to be localities with thrill in their faces, one was a reporter, they gathered at the lot behind him and from his location he could hear the cat speak.

"Ok people, now let me just remind you that we'll start our tour of Breezegale Manor after you each pay a fine of 10 drems"

Drems will be my currency in this fanfic.

What the feline just said got Klonoa's curiosity. Breezegale, what are the odds? What's a manor? He just couldn't pass this chance up, it was either find out or go back to where his dad and him popped out. Obviously he picked the more interesting option. As the cat hovered to get each person's payment in some sack she pulled out somewhere Klonoa stood up and rushed to the end of the group taking 10 drems worth of dream stones he got last winter holiday from his... yet another sadness inducing memory.

Once all financial businesses were taken care off, pockets lightened, stones jingled, whispers were heard, thrill surrounded them and a line was formed. Klonoa ended up in the very back, the person in front appeared to be a stout man in a trench coat, his features were hidden by darkness created by an Englishman's hat. They walked and walked for what an uncertain amount of time as Klonoa admired the sights of left and right. They stopped and he banged with the person in front of him. That person didn''t budged or even looked behind. Strange but maybe it's the suspense, who knows? The nig one could suddenly scream like a fan girl. Klonoa moved to the right in order to see why they stopped. There was a huge red moo in front of a large gate and the cat spoke in some dignified and probably rehearsed line.

"Ok, our tour of Breezegale Manor will now officially begin. I'm Tat and I'll be your guide. As you may know Breezegale manor is the Dream Traveler's official residence and take note that the dream traveler himself is in another world right now and can't be part of the tour." She perfectly stated as she suddenly stopped for a breather.

She floated and peaked behind the moo; a yellowish dog-like person was focused there seemingly doing something unbeknownst to the tourists, and Klonoa. She returned her attention to them shortly after. "Now, before we start the tour of the insides I'll just tell some information about what you see here while my co-worker is busy picking the lock… I MEAN!! Preparing our entry, yes that's it." The last part was a whisper to herself. To Klonoa's disappointment, it wasn't the Breezegale he thought it would have been.

She continued blabbing on about such things like "Breezegale manor was named after the Dream Traveler's favorite world or so that was what he said… bla bla bla" Klonoa just sighed disappointingly and the weight of the bag behind him was starting to make his shoulders jolt in lingering pain, by nudging his shoulders he dropped it on the ground but before it would land in a thud it was suddenly grabbed to prevent that. Startled at what he didn't felt, Klonoa looked back and saw his father smiling at him, grabbing the bag higher and higher until that Klonoa had to raise his arms, soon the bag was out of Klonoa's reach and his father carried it over his shoulder.

"Sorry about that son, I can call you that right? Good. Follow me."

Before doing anything else he purposely coughed. The cat-girl suddenly looked at Klonoa's father and a clear sign of fear was in her face, immediately she spoke in a rushed yet still understandable manner. "I'm sorry people but the tour is cancelled." The sound 'awe' and a few emotional outbursts echoed throughout the crowd.

She continued with a tone that made the listeners anticipate. "To make up for it, feel free to socialize with the Dream Traveler!!" she pointed at the Dream Traveler's direction, the crowd looked in unison and suddenly turned into a raving groupie, running… no, more like rampaging to the older cabbit, crowding him all over and pushing Klonoa to the sides. While this commotion was happening the cat grabbed one of the moo's ear and they dashed off leaving their canine accomplice busy with the front door behind.

In triumph he raised both hands to the sky and clamored. "The door's open!!" he looked left and right, the sight of his companions running away made him run off after them.

The group, suddenly dashing off and stampeding like a mob to somewhere else left the Dream Traveler unconsciously lying on the ground, his golden eyes seemingly turned to spiraling blacks, this was short lived however when he suddenly sat himself up(Undertaker Style), startling the boy and then stood himself up with ease. Wiping some dust from his clothes, he looked at his son and talked as if nothing life-threatening happened.

"You'll get used to it. Come on, I have a lot to explain and there's someone you should meet."

They walked to the gate, the father leading not really caring that the front gate was picked. It happens often. They entered the place; his father closing the door from behind, Klonoa was once more amazed at what he saw. "This will be your new home." The place was grassland, silver flowers scattered throughout, his mom's favorite. In the middle was a small manor-type house composed of two floors, trees popping out of the veranda. "It's smaller than it looks." The father was speaking in one-liners, a clear sign that their talks were a bit awkward.

Truth to behold once they entered, though it was rather hi-tech it really was a rather large for one cabbit to live in, the living room was the first thing you'd see when you open the front door, there were no large ball-room worthy stairs where princesses could walk in their glory but a large hexadecimal shaped no-glass elevator. There were no doors to the large rooms on both ends of the living room, you can see they were huge and you can see they were full of equipment. The left were loaded with weights and other heavy whatnot and filled with machines for the purpose of fitness, the right was an entire user-friendly obstacle course. They had a strange decorator.

"You're room is upstairs but before we go to that… I have a lot to explain. Take a seat." The living room was carpeted, a huge TV was there, in front was a glass coffee table and a large sofa, two smaller one-man sofa's were placed on the opposite sides. The father sat on the couch facing the door, the son sat on the one closer to the door, and the table separated them from each other.

"Where to start? We 'of the wind' belong to a long line of cursed heroes. Be it against our will or not we get sent to different worlds to save it, regardless of what we feel or even if we die trying." Klonoa's golden cat-like eyes widened from that, his father continued.

"Unbelievable but true. That was the reason why I couldn't be with you and… one day you'll be on my shoes, so I'm going to prepare you for such. Now… I should tell you how you get to the places against your will huh?" Klonoa nodded, somehow taking what he just said as some joke, it was his father after all and by how he acted since they got here he doubted if he could even become serious.

"When a world is losing hope its spirit dreams of a hero to save it, that's where we come in because our bloodline can easily be blown elsewhere by the winds of time and space, think of it like… our family is rather close to the threads that binds worlds." Still Klonoa could hardly register such topics, the house was enough to fill him with wonder.

"I saved Phantomile a few times from catastrophes and its spirit knew that I had a family there, though I can only visit there if it's in danger, the soul of that world assured and maintained contact with me through my dreams. I watched you grow up through visions." He chuckled.

"A few nights ago I had a nightmare about... you know? You're grandfather. You know what happened after that." He gave a long sigh before continuing.

"You'll be sent through worlds either by fading or being sucked up to the sky once you turn 16, or… once I don't make it back." They both knew what that meant. They talked more about legacies and missions, though they evaded the subject of how he and her mother met though he stated that it was a strange coincidence that the surnames 'Of the wind' from the father's side and Kazeno from the mother's side meant the same thing. And soon it was around noon.

They were bonding well but like on timing the door opened and another cabbit with a green fur color-scheme entered, a small yellow school bag complimenting his scarf was strapped behind him.

"I'm home!!" the green one said.

The two were about the same age and they stared blankly at each other, nothing happened. The father broke the silence.

He spoke in sort of nervous yet composed voice. "Klonoa, this is Hyuponia Sorrow; Sorrow, this is Klonoa. You're brother."

TO BE CONTINUED

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Yeah… it's a rewritten version… Review please; I would like to know if I have improved.