Meta Knight's True Power: Book 1: A Voice Inside: Chapter 1: Inferno
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Meta Knight staggered to his feet, glancing back at his ship. In was not even recognisable; it was merely an Inferno. Suddenly, he was knocked of his feet by a powerful wind, and his face smashed hard into the sand. Luckily, it was soft.
Rubbing sand furiously off his Sword Galaxia, he glanced back at his beloved ship. He sighed, and sat down in the sand. He was very upset, he couldn't think of a way back to Popstar. And, to Kirby.
Deciding there might be a civilisation somewhere, he staggered slowly to his feet and walked off. But, within seconds of leaving the presence of his now destroyed ship, he felt a freezing wind. He tried to walk on, but it was so cold he nearly screamed in pain. He decided to fly to save time; and thus flew back to the warmth of his ship. Just like a desert he thought to himself. Cold at night; boiling in the day. He knew which he'd prefer.
Resigning himself to the fact he'd have to sleep for the night, he took the 'least on fire' panel of Aluminium he could find and brushed off the flames carefully with his Purple cape. He then dug a hole in the sand with his sword, and, after brushing sand of his Sword yet again, placed the Aluminium over himself, and tried to get off to sleep. Which he did. Eventually.
Awakening in the morning, he noticed a definite change of heat. It was much hotter than Popstar. He glanced at his ship, the fire was still going but most of the parts have gone. He noticed a crater in the sand; his engine had exploded and he didn't noticed. As he pushed the Aluminium off of him, he noticed burnt Shrapnel (not on fire), and then glanced back at the remnants of his Ship. Karma hates me, he though furiously.
Meta Knight at that point decided to abandon his utterly obliterated ship and find some land that wasn't sand. He hated Sand. And, perhaps more importantly, water. Even though he had two, possibly three days left until he needed water, he better start now.
Deciding to fly so the sand didn't get in his mask, he rose over a large sand mound. In the distance, he saw what appeared to be an old castle, made of Stone. Or what looked like Stone. It was so damaged and coated in Sand, that from the distance away Meta Knight was, an eductaded guess was all he could me. Deciding almost immediately to take a closer look, Meta Knight planned a route. There were deep Sand Dunes ahead, and he needed to be careful.
Taking the annoying (for him), but most logical, decision to walk, he set foot east. He planned to move west further on, and avoid the Dunes on the horizon.
In the corner of his eye, if only for a split second, he saw a Dark Butterfly. He turned his head quickly, raising his sword to defend himself if necessary. It was not necessary, however, because the Butterfly was quickly moving away, as if it was afraid. Confused, Meta Knight turned around, and continued west. Quite frankly, hoping he could get their quickly. He hated sand.