*Unnamed Puffball wakes up and looks around*: Where's that weirdo? Has she finally decided to leave me alone?
*Knuckle Joe appears out of nowhere*: She, my sister, and Magolor are running.
Unnamed Puffball: From what?
Knuckle Joe: From Landia. They decided to... never mind. Long story. But she told me to start the next chapter, so here it is!
A flashback.
It was laughter.
Laughter that I knew belonged to my father.
And back.
I was hooked up to a machine. I think it was a life support system.
I groaned, and it seemed that Meta Knight materialized at my side.
"What..."
"Shh, young one. You had stopped breathing thirty minutes ago, yet you remained alive." He remained silent for a moment, then added, "Was it a flashback?" I nodded, then told him what happened.
I could feel the emotion radiating off of him, but Meta Knight did not show it. I guessed it was hard to do that with a mask on.
"Are you sure?" Again, I nodded. Meta Knight's eyes glinted blue for a moment, then purple, then back to yellow. Proud, sad, back to normal.
"The only way for you to regain your memories is by killing the monsters who did this to you." He pulled a NME Monster Catalog from under his cloak, and flipped it open. The page read:
MONSTER: Toratan
POWERS: Mind Wiping
Toratan will corned your selected victim, split into four separate beings, and wipe the victims mind. Will continue to hide memories by taking victim away from civilization, and repeat the (very painful) process. Toratan can survive if several of the beings die, but memories will begin to return. If defeated, memories come back to the victim, but only if s/he defeats at least one of the beings.
"I know Kirby has already defeated three of the beings that did this to you, so it mush be YOU who defeats the last one." I coughed into my oxygen mask, then yanked it off.
The memories were hard, and the battle was going to be harder.
So painful.
So very painful.
Then my mind swum at the thought of fighting. I didn't know how to fight; I couldn't punch (not with those stubs), I couldn't inhale (properly), and I couldn't swing a sword.
Meta Knight seemed to read my mind, "I will train you."
My thoughts cleared a bit when he said that. Meta Knight was clearly a well conditioned fighter.
"Thank you. When do we start?"
"Now."