Kazooie and The Crooked Mountains

Chapter eight

A bear and a bird

Kazooie didn't know what to do, she had bigger problems than noticing her feelings towards Banjo, she just didn't know how to deal with them. Two more jiggys left until she could finally rescue him, she just didn't know how to get them. She didn't want anything to do with those stupid trials anymore, they nearly killed her twice.

With that thought in mind, she got back on her feet and tried to figure out where she was. It was useless, she didn't know what to do, she was oddly surprised when the darkness pealed from the scenery like old wallpaper, she saw a box lying on the ground with I note on this it.

She picked it up and read the note. Concerning Kazooie, I'm afraid I forgot to make all of that warping worth while, please take the content of this box as compensation. Sincerely , Retro.

This was odd, the name retro popped back up, she couldn't care less about that though, she only needed one jiggy now, and that made a lot of her troubles disappear.

Kazooie still had plenty of questions, who was the Mad god, who was Retro, what was this place, she decided it wasn't her journey to figure out the answers to these questions, someone else had quite the adventure ahead of them.

"Is it to late to confess?" Banjo was worried sick about Kazooie, where the heck was she, maybe it would take her longer than he had hoped, but all this time away from her made it obvious that he depended on her. They were close at a young age, but he started feeling more towards her as the years went on, hoping she would feel the same way about him. It was to much to ask, she would think he was weird if he admitted, but there was the smallest chance she would understand and be ok with it.

If Banjo learned anything from growing up and living with Kazooie, it was that she stood against most odds, she was unnaturally lucky, at least from his experience.

The room he was in was large, circular, and also very unclean. Covered in dirt and littered with puddles of water and riddled with holes, Gruntilda had definitely lost any sense of sanity, she didn't even have a plan.

But with all this on his mind, he couldn't stop thinking about confessing to Kazooie, telling her that he couldn't live without her, but he was too afraid of her leaving him.

Kazooie was finally at the last trial, she was feed up with this bull, but this time It was something absolutely bizarre. Kazooie was faced with a large wide tower surrounded by several thinner, smaller towers, and the top of the central tower had a beam of light shooting from the top. She didn't know how she was going to get up there, but she saw a metal hatch sticking out of the ground around the front of the first tower, she trotted over to it and pecked at it, surely enough. "Good after… are you ok?" Jamjars looked at her with concern, she was covered in bruises and was limping, her left wing was bandaged, and her right leg was blistered. "I'm fine, just help me out her so I can save banjo." Kazooie didn't even try to mimic him or add any sort of rudeness to the conversation. "Wow, your more dedicated than any soldier I've ever trained, either way, your not going to get anywhere with just eggs, your going to need razor feathers, this state of the art blades only cost you nothing, just jumped on in this silo and you'll have em for the rest of your life" Kazooie was a little sceptical, but she took a few steps and jumped into the silo, after a few minutes she jumped out with new razor blades fitted to her regular feathers, making them harmless until launched. "Thanks jar face" Jamjars was a little surprised that she thanked him, but then he jumped back into his silo and was finished with this adventure. Kazooie still had a tower in climb, so she made her way to the front gate, there were chains holding up a draw bridge. "Might as well test these bad boys out" and with that she swung her wing in the direction of the controls and watched.

The razor broke the box and sent the bridge into a free fall, granting her access to one of the minor towers.

She limped across and tried to find out how she was going to get to the top of the large central building. The tower she was on had a large platform that held up the drawbridge, but half of it was missing, and the platform above her had chain netting along the bottom, probably a sniper nest. The chains were held up with a long circle of rope, Kazooie found that as an odd way of designing a tower.

Then she got an idea, maybe she could brake the rope holding the chains so they would drape around the structure, then she could climb up. She focused on the rope and hoped to God she didn't miss, she swung her wing and sent a razor feather flying, then there was the wonderful sound of metal jingling.

She climbed up and found a hole in the second platform to shimmy through, one of the perks of being skinny, she looked around trying to figure out what her next move would be, there was a flag that had been disfigured so that the actual fabric was like a sail rather then a flag. She thought for a second, it was a tower away, she might be able to glide that far, but first she needed to knock the flag down, then she could work out if it was worth it or not.

She held her breath and closed one eye, then shot out a wind egg, she only had two of them left, she needed to use them sparingly. The egg hit the flag and propelled it towards the central tower, when it made contact it put a hole in the side, now all she had to do was glide to it. She took the bandages off her wings and checked them for any damage, perfect condition. She took a few steps back and ran for the ledge, jumping off and gliding towards the flag poll. Not exactly her best idea, but she was close to saving Banjo, and she was willing to take any risk to save him.

The end is near, and that means I have a few things that I want to say. First, The Banjo Kazooie community was never really sturdy, I have a feeling that one wrong move and everything comes down. Second, reviewer input is gratefully appreciated if not necessary, your feedback is usually why I try new things, like wind eggs, also it informs me that people are still reading my fictions, no reviews, no uploads. Last thing I wanted to address is that I work off mobile, so the grammar isn't the best, so please do inform me of my mistakes, but also recognized that a good number of them are not noticeable by a high school student.

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