New Generations
Chapter One
A large, turtle-like dragon sat in his stone throne, wondering what the best way to take over a kingdom was. He huffed a little, some smoke rose from his nostrils and stared boredly into space, his mind wandering from where he wanted it to be. He glanced over at his son, a miniature version of himself, who was swinging a long, blue paintbrush about. His eyes returned to the door, the boring wooden door at the other end of the room, nothing special about it. It was just a door. A door that was now burst open as a wizard ran into the room as quickly as he could.
"Lord Bowser!" the wizard croaked through the beak on his face, "An army of strange beings is attacking the castle!"
"Hm? Strange beings?" Bowser asked, still bored out of his mind.
"Yes Lord, strange purple creatures. Tall and strong, they're attacking our castle and Lakitu's have reported they are attacking the Mushroom Kingdom as well!" answered the wizard.
"Purple creatures? Kamek!" the King of Koopas suddenly stood straight up out of his throne, rising to his full height, "Are these creatures made of wire?"
"Well Sire, one can only assume that from the loose structure of their bodies.."
"ARE THEY OR ARE THEY NOT MADE OF WIRES?" roared the mighty dragon.
"Yes Sire, they are indeed made up of a wire-like material." Kamek jitterishly answered.
"Hm...take Juinior to a safe hiding place." Bowser said, making his way towards the door.
"B-but my lord, I should stay to assist if you-" Kamek began, but was interupted.
"DO NOT QUESTION MY ORDERS! GET JUINIOR OUT OF HERE!"
"Y-yes master!"
Bowser watched as Kamek grabbed his broom from the wall and scooped up Bowser Juinior, then quickly fly out the window and out of site. Quickly the king exited the chamber and made his way down to the bottem of his castle, seeing a few wounded soldiers on his way. The door between him and a war which could be heard now, was his final chance to leave. He didn't. He rammed the door with his elbow, barrelling out into battle. Fire was blown from the insides of his mouth at some of the purple figures that had noticed, and approached him.
What are the Wireframes doing here? he thought, And what do they want from me?
As he knocked more of the frames away a green creature of about Bowser's own size stepped forth.
"Who are you?" Bowser roared, rage in his voice, "Did you bring the frames here?"
"If you must know, I am called the Great Wart, and yes, I did bring the Wireframes to your castle." the creature said. He was green, and frog-like. He wore a red robe with gold sides and a gold chain-neckalce with a red jewel in the center.
"What business do you have here, Wart?" Bowser demanded.
"I am not here for you, so it shouldn't concern you. The frames are here for you, but I am not. If you fear for your life fight the frames, do not question me." was the reply Wart had given.
"Don't get smart now you toad! What is it that you want?"
"Well, if you must also know that," Wart said, smuggly, "I am here on behalf of Master Hand and Crazy Hand, who wish to...meet with your son."
The hands? No! I know what they'll do to him! They'll rip him apart and clone him! Kill him! I CAN'T LET THAT HAPPEN!
Without another word being spoken to Wart, Bowser vicously struck the toad, slashing at him with brutally sharp claws and burning fireballs. Wart was taking all this damage heavily, and a number was being done to him but it seemed like he would never get an oppurtunity to strike, but at last Bowser began to grow tired and his strikes became slower, slow enough for Wart to get his own mind in. A hard punch of his right fist, and Wart had knocked Bowser away.
"What angers you so, turtle? Do you know what the hands will do to your son?" Wart asked, taunting.
Bowser was weak now. He'd let too much energy escape in his blind assault on Wart. He looked for support, finding most of his men were down for the count. He reached over and grabbed the first Koopa he could.
"Koopa of my army, listen to your master." Bowser commanded, "Your prince is in trouble. My son. You are too seek him out and protect him from the ones known as Master Hand and Crazy Hand. Kemek should be returning. Go to my throne room and ask him to take you to my son's hiding place."
The Koopa nodded and Bowser let go of his ankle. The little, green turtle ran quickly into the castle and up to the throne of his master, following his orders and catching a ride from Kamek.
"Bowser...so...your son is hiding...that's okay, we'll just bring you instead." Wart laughed.
"You were going to anyway, I could sense the evil intentions of your heart." Bowser said, before falling into a sleep.
The battle at Peach's Castle was no more successful. Mushroom Retainers were being thrown left and right by the army of Wireframes. Mario and Luigi, the heroes of the Mushroom Kingdom, faught off some, but there were too many, and a few had already broken through to Princess Peach's room. The Princess, dressed in her well known pink ball gown, was throwing vegetables at whatever Wireframes managed to enter her room. Hope was lost for the trio when the Wireframe's numbers rapidly increased. The plumbers did not know it, but this was the army that had defeated Bowser within his own lands.
In all lands were the Wireframes attacking. Capturing the 25 who had destroyed their brothers and sisters. When all was complete, they returned to their world, a land caught inbetween the many lands. It was an unstable world, but to the Wireframes, it was home. Two large, white gloves sat at a table in a strange dungeon-like place. It seemed to be technologically advanced compared to the setting on the upper levels of the tower. The walls were silver, and future-like, something from a sci-fi movie. The cells doors were dome shaped and a blue material that could be seen through made it up, instead of metal pipes. Behind each cell was a room, each room was about 20 x 20 in feet. 25 of these rooms contained one of the heroes that had defeated the hands before.
It seemed hopeless for the heroes, no way out and nobody knew what was going to become of them. They could only hope for the best...