Chapter 1: New in Town.

Over at the Rogueport harbor a magikoopa sitting in a wheelchair wearing a white dress with matching heels. She sat beside her daughter. A light pink shelled paratroopa. They wait for the ferry to arrive.

"You know we can go back home before the boat arrives." The magikoopa said.

"I don't want to go back home mom." The paratroopa replies.

"Why?"

"Because dad always hurts my feelings."

"He works most of the time, Parakara. He's rarely home."

"And I can't stand it when he is home."

"But Toad Town is so far away. It'll take about a day to get there."

"I know."

"Come on, let's go back."

"Don't ruin this for me mom! I get a chance to ride on a boat and see a different kingdom! You've been in the Mushroom Kingdom before! I never had! It's not fair!" Parakara shouted.

"You do not shout at your mother Parakara."

"But I'm so tired of you trying to change my mind when I make a choice that you do not like! I don't want to go back home and that's final!"

"But your dad is hardly home."

"I'm also tired of the junk cluttering up the house! Seeing roaches and maggots everywhere! I found a scorpion in my room one time! I don't like being there! The house is gross!"

"I'm trying Parakara. I can't clean as much as I used to, your dad doesn't know how to clean, and you don't seem to want to clean up the house. Plus that junk is cooking utensils and dinnerware. I want to pass them down to you when I'm not around anymore."

Parakara thought about how she'll smash every single one of those dishes when her mother dies. The thought made Parakara mad and it was starting to affect her mood. She started breathing to calm down and think about what to say next.

"I don't want you to give me any more stuff mom. I want you to leave dad."

"Parakara. I'm trying. It's not that easy."

"Because all you do is sit around and order kitchen stuff that can no longer fit in the kitchen!"

"I don't just order stuff for the kitchen Kara. Where do you think all that shrimp scampi, lobster, and steaks come from? What about your favorite cookies? Or your shells and underwear?"

"Well you don't have to buy stuff for me anymore since you're sending me to stay with uncle Parakarry. Use the coins for a new place."

"But Kara, it's not going to be easy. I'm trying. Your dad destroyed my credit when he lost our house in Poshley Heights. So all I can get is low income housing, and it's going to take a while before we get in."

"Well it's your fault for trusting dad. You know he doesn't pay bills."

"I wanted him to prove he can be responsible. I'm sorry."

"That's not all. Had you stayed out of aunt Kamila's business; and didn't let her and her bratty son stay with us; but instead focus on leaving dad. We wouldn't be here right now! This is just as much your fault as it's dad's."

"Kara...that bratty son is your cousin. They were family Kara. We should always help our family."

"You should have left dad first and then help them! What you did made no sense!"

"And I keep telling you that I'm sorry."

"And I keep telling you that I don't forgive you."

Kamala looked down trying not to cry. Parakara turned her head to see the boat coming, she did feel a bit bad about what she had just said, but she was done with the excuses her mom constantly made.

"I do love you Kara."

"I know mom."

"Do you love me?"

"Yes."

"Your dad says you don't."

"If you're going to believe every lie that dad says. Then that's your problem mom. Not mine."

"But you act like you don't love me anymore."

"You acted like you didn't love me when you made me give up my room for aunt Kamila and my brat cousin. You acted like you didn't love me when you always took his side. You acted like you didn't love me when you did nothing about him touching me in the wrong places."

"He was a kid, Kara...I'm sorry."

"I don't forgive you."

"Kara...if I never married your dad then I would have never had you."

"And I wished you hadn't. Stop making desperate excuses."

Kamala sighed as the boat to Toad Town arrived at the dock. "Are you sure you want to go?" She asked her daughter.

"Yes. I'm sure."

"Can I at least visit you?"

"Never said you couldn't. Even if I said "no" you'd probably do it anyway. You never listened to me."

"It's not that I don't listen, Kara. It's just you never gave me a chance to make my point without saying something mean to me."

"Either way, I still want to go."

"Fine. Take this then." The magikoopa gave her a broom.

"I'm a paratroopa."

"It's always good to have another way of flying. You'll never know when you might break a wing. I've always wanted to teach you how to use one, but I never got a chance to. I'm sure you'll figure it out though. You're very smart. You knew how to use magic before you knew how to use your wings."

"Because I didn't have my flight feathers yet."

"You weren't supposed to have magic at that age either, but yet you were able to use it." Parakara took the broom without responding to her mother. "Please be good for your uncle."

"I'm sure I will be, because I'll be away from dad."

"Give me a kiss before you go."

"No."

"Kara."

"I'm upset with you mom." The magikoopa reached out to kiss her daughter. Parakara pushed her away.

"Please Kara. I don't know when I'll see you again." Parakara sighed in frustration and kissed her mom before going on the boat. Her mother watched until the boat was out of her sight. Her heart hurt thinking about what her only daughter thought of her. She hoped her brother in law could fix her daughter's attitude.

Parakara was inside her room looking through the window. The ocean looked beautiful. The water glistened under the morning sun. Birds flew from rock to rock. She smiled, it looks like paradise outside. Parakara wished she could be here forever. Just gazing at the beautiful sea was so soothing. She couldn't remember the last time she felt at peace. At school, she was bullied. At home, her dad verbally abused her, and she would hear her parents fighting. Not to mention the conditions of the house were filthy. It was impossible to live there. She hoped living with her uncle would be different. She moved away from the window and looked around the room. She had an entire day until she arrived at Toad Town. She left her room and went up on the deck. The ocean looked more beautiful, and she could smell the fresh salty air. The heat of the sun felt nice. This was going to be a fun trip.

The next morning over at Toad Town a certain mail-delivering paratroopa was busy adding the final touches to the attic he had remodeled into a bedroom for his niece. The room was now a cozy haven, filled with vibrant colors and personalized decorations. Parakarry had made sure to incorporate all of Parakara's interests into the design. It took about a month or so for the room to be ready. He had asked the postmaster to have time off of work until the room was ready.

"Sir, here's the bill." A toad handed him a sheet of paper. The paratroopa widened his blue eyes after seeing it. Four thousand coins for a remodel! He looked at the other section of the bill. There was an additional two thousand and four hundred coins for the bedroom set. Six thousand and four hundred coins total. It was going to take a whole lot of mailing letters to have the bill paid off. But it was for his niece and he'd do anything for her. He hoped he wouldn't lose any letters on the job. At least until the bill was fully paid.

"Okay." He folds the paper up.

"Need us to do anything else?" Asked a toad. Parakarry shows them the folded paper.

"The room looks good for now." The paratroopa said to the toads.

"Alright then, call us if anything needs repairing." The toads gathered their tools before leaving. Parakarry looked at the room. He hoped nothing will need to be fixed any time soon. The remodeling bill was already expensive. He flew into the kitchen and made himself koopa tea as he waited for Parakara. About an hour later she rings the doorbell. Parakarry answers and hugs her.

"Welcome sweetheart. Come inside." Parakara flew inside. "Your room is the attic. Want to see?" He asked. Parakara answered by nodding. As Parakara entered the room, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. The walls were adorned with posters of ballerinas. The shelves were lined with books about art, horses, and poems. A small easel stood in one corner, inviting her to unleash her artistic talents. The room had transformed into a place that truly reflected her unique personality.

Parakarry turned to Parakara with a warm smile. "Your mom said you liked classical music. So I decided to decorate the room with ballerinas. She also said you liked art, horses, and was good at English class. Not sure if that's your favorite subject. But I brought you some poems. I hope you like it, Parakara. I wanted to create a space where you can feel comfortable." He said.

Parakara walked over to the easel and picked up a paintbrush, The bristles were dry and neat as if they were waiting to be dipped in paint. Parakara's mind was already buzzing with ideas on what to paint. Parakarry watches Parakara's reaction feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He had hoped that this new environment would help Parakara be happy. Seeing her expression, he knew he had succeeded. He walked over to her. "Now, Parakara, there's something else I wanted to talk to you about." He began, his tone serious but gentle. Parakara placed the brush down and looked at him. "I know you've been through a lot, and your mother thought it would be best for you to stay with me for a while. I know what your father is like, I grew up with him after all. But I want you to know that I'm here for you, and I'll do whatever I can to support you."

Parakara listened to her uncle's words curious about what he just said. Her dad and uncle were polar opposites. Another things is, that didn't sound like her mother. She's always been adamant about staying together as a family. Especially since her brother Parakaro died. But then again, her mom did tend to keep things from her. Or sugarcoat them. She wondered what her dad did that made him and Parakarry fall apart. She wasn't sure if she should ask though.

"Follow me downstairs." Parakarry flew down the attic. Parakara followed him. "No bringing random strangers over, sticking forks in outlets, playing with knives, or drinking poison. Although I'm sure you already knew that." Parakarry said; Parakara giggled, "I got a laugh from you. I guess that counts." He opens the freezer. "There may be times I'll be gone for a few days. Depends on how much mail I have to deliver that day. You can help yourself to frozen dinners if I'm not here." He closed the freezer. "And to tell you the truth. I will be gone. I spent weeks, probably months getting your room ready, so I'm sure the postmaster has a load of mail waiting for me." Parakara giggled again. "That's funny to you?" Parakarry asked. Parakara smiled bashfully.

"Don't be shy. Mi casa, su casa. At least I think that's how you say it. I don't know. All I know is Koopish and English." Parakarry said to her. Parakara giggled a little more. "Oh right, that reminds me." He gives her a list of emergency numbers. "Like I said, sometimes I will be gone days at a time. Here's a list of numbers to call in case something happens. Mine is at the bottom. If you ever need me, just say so. No matter where I'm at, I'll fly back here. Next week you'll go to your new school." Parakara takes the list and folds it. "I guess after a bit of time you'll start talking. Though your mom did say it was like pulling teeth with you whenever she asked you questions." He stretched a bit. "In the meantime, I'm going to nap. It's going to be a long day at work tomorrow. Make yourself at home. Adjust." He added. The older paratroopa flew into his room.

Parakara flew back up the attic. She looked through the window in awe at the breathtaking view of Toad Town stretching out before her. The vibrant colors and bustling streets were inviting. Parakara went outside to see the lively atmosphere of Toad Town. As she strolled through the bustling streets, Parakara felt a sense of wonder. The vibrant colors, the cheerful chatter of the residents, and the lively atmosphere were a stark contrast to the quiet and mysterious Twilight Town. Toads of all shapes, sizes, and colors were going about their daily lives. Some were chatting happily, while others scurried about with purposeful strides.

The reptilian girl decided to check out the blue building that was on top of some stairs. She stepped inside and saw that it was a dojo. She doubted she would come here. She found herself to be more of a ballet type of girl. Young toads were practicing under the instruction of an elderly toad wearing a deep crimson red robe and mushroom hat with golden accents. Further off was a buzzy beetle and duplighost sparring. Not wanting to disturb the class she quietly left the dojo and went into the next building. It was an item shop, a friendly toad shopkeeper greeted her with a warm smile.

"Welcome, young lady! How can I assist you today?" Parakara's gaze fell upon a display of colorful flowers. Among them was a vibrant red fire flower. She had always admired the power of fire spells. Without hesitation, she pointed to the fire flower and said;

"The fire flower, please." The shopkeeper nodded; he carefully retrieved the fire flower and placed it in a small pouch, handing it to Parakara. Parakara thanked the shopkeeper and left the item shop. She approached a board that was nearby a light purple house with a dark blue spinning roof. Parakara wondered who lived in such eccentric looking house. She reads the board.

Toad Town Underground News

Rumor has it Mr. Kolorado of Koopa Village, explorer and archaeologist, has an illegitimate daughter named konnektikette. So scandalous! I wonder if his wife knows.

- An anonymous Koopa

"I sometimes wonder if his wife knows. People in koopa village talk about it all the time. It had caused quite a stir." A toad around Parakara's age said. She had a white mushroom hat with mint green hearts. Her deep red-auburn hair braided twin tails. She had hazel eyes and a cute mint green dress, her complexion was darker than most toads. She turned to Parakara and smiled. "Hi. I'm Toaderiel."

"Parakara. You can also say Kara."

"Kara? That's cute. I have never seen you around here before."

"I just moved here. I'm from Twilight Town."

"Twilight Town? That sounds spooky. Not as spooky as Forever Forest though. Welcome!"

"Thanks. It's not too bad, I don't think. The doll people look a little creepy though."

"Either way it still sounds spooky to me..." She paused for a bit. "Since you said you just moved here I'm guessing you don't go to Mushroom Kingdom High?"

"I don't. I went to a school near Rogueport."

"Rogueport? Sounds seedy."

"It is rather sketchy." Toaderiel nodded at her.

"Have you seen Konnektikette?"

"It was some time ago. There was a paratroopa at Koopa Village. She had amber colored eyes, an olive green shell and dark brown hair. That's what caused the stir because she was a paratroopa that looked like him. That was the last time anyone has ever seen her. I feel bad for his wife." The toad explained.

"What was she doing at Koopa Village?"

"Not sure, I guess it was to find out who her father was and was let down. My history teacher Mrs. Goombie hates Professor Kolorado. She says he's a fraud and that he cheated his way through Goom U."

"You go to Mushroom Kingdom High right?"

"Yes, I like Mrs. Goombie. She is nice. The art teacher Serenie T. Is also really sweet. Have you read the other side yet?"

"I haven't."

"Let's look at it!" The girls turned to the other side of the board.

Toad Town News
Attention! Princess Peach is planning a Star Gala! Come dress in your most glittery and sparkling formal wear! Enjoy the food and come meet other people from all over the Mushroom Kingdom! Stay tuned for more details!

"A Star Gala? That sounds fun. I'm going to ask my parents if I can go. Although they always take me to these parties. They work at the castle after all. My mom is a maid, and my dad is a guard."

"Really? Cool."

"Yep! I want to be a maid just like my mom after highschool. What about your parents? What do they do?"

"Oh, um. My mom doesn't work anymore. She used to be a preschool teacher but had to retire early because of her condition. My dad works as some corrections officer in Rogueport." Parakara explained. "They used to work for king Bowser." The paratroopa thought the last bit to herself.

"I'm sorry to hear that about your mom. Is she better?"

"No. She still can't walk."

"Well I'll wish for her to walk again." Toaderiel mess with her twin tails. "So, I have to go somewhere...since you moved up here maybe I'll see you at school?"

"Maybe. My uncle said I'll start next week."

"Great, hope to see you there." The toad walks away. Parakara stood there, watching Toaderiel's retreating figure feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. It had been a long time since she had made a friend, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have one. She checked out the next building. It was a library. Inside was a toad wearing glasses, a white shirt with a light blue vest, khaki pants, and a white mushroom hat with dark blue spots.

"Salutations, young lady. I'm Russ T. Looking for anything in particular?"

"No, not really." The reptilian girl answered. The toad nodded and went back to the books. Parakara picked up a book that was about a girl who was nervous about going to school, so she took her pet spiders with her, and ended up getting ridiculed by her classmates. Which led to a lot of problems between her and her mom. Parakara felt bad for the girl. The book made her think about her and her mom. Whenever she got bullied for something, her mom blamed her for it most of the time. She went to Russ T. to check out the book before leaving the library. Beside the library was a green pipe. Parakara did not go inside. You never really know where pipes lead you to. They could lead you to someone else's house. Or the sewers. Parakara went to take a look at the post office. Inside was an elderly paratroopa with round rimmed glasses, a bluish gray hat, A light blue shirt with the Toad Town Post Office logo embroidered on the shoulder. Dark blue dress pants, and an olive green shell. The reptilian man had an air of sternness and stubbornness about him.

"Good evening miss. Welcome to the post office." The postmaster looked over her. "I haven't seen you before...you must be Parakarry's niece."

"I am." She said timidly, feeling a little intimidated by his presence. He gave her a small and kind smile.

"Well I'm the postmaster here. What brings you to my post office?"

"Curious to see where my uncle worked."

"What do you think of the town so far?" He asked.

"It's nice." She replied." Although "nice" doesn't even begin to describe Toad Town. It was nothing like Twilight Town. It was vibrant and the folks were more lively. Of course Twilight Town had its own perks. It's quiet and mysterious. Parakara enjoyed feeding and chatting with the crows. Once you got passed the appearance of the Twilighters; you would see that they were really friendly people. But of course, she couldn't stand living with her parents. She wondered if that's what made Toad Town so great to her. Her parents weren't here. The postmaster nodded.

"Alright, If you ever need anything that has something to do with a letter or package, don't hesitate to ask me. I know you are new here and probably have lots of questions." He said, Parakara nodded as a "thanks". "Say...I don't suppose you want a part time job here do you? You're uncle hasn't been at work here for a long while. Because he wanted to get your room ready. I could use a little more help...but of course one Parakarry is enough. If you know what I mean."

"I don't know what you mean..." Parakara said twirling the end of her strawberry blonde hair nervously; not knowing that her uncle was known as the slowest mailman around Toad Town.

"Nevermind then; and welcome to Toad Town." He replied, Parakara glanced through the window post office, observing the flurry of activity as Toads and other creatures came through and went.

"Since you just moved here, young Parakara. I'm going to assume you don't know about the Toad Town Festival?" The postmaster asked her.

"No, I haven't. What's it like?" Parakara asked the older paratroopa. The postmaster's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"My dear, it's a sight to behold! During the festival, the entire town transforms into a magical wonderland. Streets are adorned with colorful banners, and the air is filled with the sounds of laughter, music, and the aroma of delicious treats. Performers from all over the Mushroom Kingdom gather to showcase their talents, and the night sky is lit up with a breathtaking display of fireworks." Parakara's imagination ran wild as she envisioned herself being a part of this enchanting event.

"I can't wait to experience it, what is it for?" Parakara asked full of excitment and curiosity, the postmaster smirked.

"I'll let you figure that out on your own." He said with a wink. Parakara wasn't sure why he wouldn't tell her. But she decided to put it aside for now. She leaves the post office and sees a female toad with auburn hair wearing a pink gardening outfit. She was tending the flowers in the square while singing.

"A little seed for me to sow. A little soil to make it grow. A little hole. A little pat. A little shower. A little sun. A little love. A little time. And then a beautiful flower! And that is that!" She sang. She looked up and saw Parakara. "Oh hello! I'm Minh T! Do you like flowers?" She asked.

"I like them." She answered. The woman smiled brightly.

"Then why not help me tend to these pretty flowers? They will bloom beautifully once you give them life."

"Okay." Parakara responded. She flew down beside the woman.

"What is your name?" The toad asked.

"Parakara." She answered. "My middle name is "Primrose"."

"Such a fitting name!" Minh T. said to her in a cheerful tone. "Did you know it means "first rose?" Primroses tend to bloom early in spring symbolizing youth, renewal, and young love. You must be very sweet!" Parakara smiled shyly at her compliment. The two went on to caring for the flowers. After what seemed like forever, everything has become done. Minh T. then handed Parakara a pink rose.

"For your kindness by helping me out." She explained. Parakara accepted the pink rose smiling gingerly.

"You seem nervous." She said.

"I just moved here." Answered Parakara.

"Oh! I was wondering why I never seen you around here before! But then again I'm always tending these pretty flowers. Welcome to Toad Town!"

Parakara messed with the end of her blonde ponytail. "What's the door for?" She asked, noticing it.

"There's a magical world full of flowers behind it! Want to see it?"

"There is?" She asked.

"Indeed there is! Go look!" Minh T. opens the door. Parakara cautiously entered. She couldn't believe that the toad was right. There was a field of colorful flowers. Bulb-ulbs were walking around. Each one had a different colored flower on their head. The weather was nice. The sun wasn't too hot, it wasn't raining, nor humid. Parakara looked around the magical world of flowers, feeling amazed. The vibrant colors and pleasant aroma were enchanting. She wouldn't mind staying here but she knew this place would trigger her allergies terribly if she stayed long enough. She could already feel a slight tickle in her nose, a telltale sign that the flowers were starting to affect her.

"What ho? Who might this be?" Said a voice. Parakara looked around trying to see where the voice came from.

"Up here, young missy." The voice went again. Parakara looked up and saw a giant tree with black eyes and blue leaves.

"I'm Wise Wisterwood. I'm the oldest tree here in Flower Fields. The land of trees, flowers, grasses, and plants."

"Nice meeting you." Parakara said.

"You know...I haven't seen a paratroopa come by in a long time...you look a lot like her...you must be her daughter. Or her granddaughter. I know she had two boys years ago. But they have long left this place."

"Who?" Parakara asked.

"Her name is Parakerria, her and her husband had two boys. Parakarter and Parakarry."

"Parakarter is my dad." Parakara said.

"So you are her granddaughter! Welcome to Flower Fields."

"Is she here?"

"No, sadly she passed years ago. Your father and uncle were young lads when that happened. It was tragic. She was such a sweet lady." Wisterwood explained.

"Oh..." Parakara said, her heart sank as she absorbed the news of her grandmother's passing. She never knew or met the woman. But it was still disheartening to know that. Wisterwood, sensing Parakara's disappointment, gently spoke up again.

"Although your grandmother is no longer with us, her spirit lives on in this enchanted place. Flower Fields hold the memories and essence of all who have been a part of it. If you listen closely, you might just hear her whispers in the wind." Parakara smiled at the wise old tree's words.

"Is my grandfather still here?"

"He his! His name is Parapalmer. He's somewhere in these fields, I can't exactly remember where at the moment. You can try asking some of the flowers and bub-ulbs here. They might know something." The old tree replied. Parakara goes to venture into fields to find her grandfather. She can't remember the last time she had seen so many colorful flowers. Twilight Town had nothing but bare trees and tufts of grass. Here, there were patches of colorful flowers. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, pink, and purple. Any color you could imagine. It felt like you were walking through a floral rainbow. As Parakara wandered deeper into the field, she noticed a group of Bulb-ulbs prancing gleefully. Intrigued, Parakara watched them, trying to suppress her sneezes. One of the Bulb-ulbs, a cheerful yellow one, noticed her discomfort and hopped over.

"Are you alright, young paratroopa?" The Bulb-ulb asked with concern.

Parakara sniffled and nodded. "I'm just... achoo! Allergic to flowers." she admitted sheepishly, her voice slightly muffled by her stuffy nose.

The Bulb-ulb smiled sympathetically. "Ah, I see. Well, fear not, young one. We can help you enjoy this beautiful place without triggering your allergies."

Parakara was perplexed as she tilted her head and brushed her fingers through her ponytail. "Really? How?"

The Bulb-ulb explained, "We have a special area in our flower realm. It's a sanctuary of sorts, where we cultivate flowers that are hypoallergenic. The pollen is minimal, and the scents are gentle. Would you like to visit?"

Parakara's heart fluttered with excitement. The thought of being able to stay in this magical world without suffering from her allergies would be fantastic. "Yes, please! I would love to see it!"

The Bulb-ulbs led Parakara to a hidden path, surrounded by tall, blooming hedges. As they walked, the vibrant colors slowly transformed into softer shades, and the air became lighter and less fragrant. Eventually, they arrived at a secluded garden, filled with unique flowers that didn't trigger Parakara's allergies. Parakara's eyes filled with wonder as she explored the hypoallergenic flower sanctuary. She sees a lakitu drawing in the area. She had orange hair. She wore black rimmed goggles like most lakitus. On her back is an orange shell. She was wearing a black and orange corset top, a black skirt, and orange combat boots with black stripes. Her cloud was a light orange that had eyelashes and dark orange blush. Parakara felt like she had seen her before. But where? Parakara racked her brain, trying to recall where she had seen a lakitu with orange hair before. It felt like a distant memory, but the familiarity lingered in her mind. As she stood there, gazing at the koopa absorbed in her drawing, Parakara's curiosity grew stronger. She approached the lakitu timidly.

"Excuse me," Parakara began, her voice laced with anticipation. "Have we met before? You look so familiar." The lakitu paused her drawing, turning to face Parakara She smiled bightly as she flew around her.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S YOU! Or at least I hope it's you. Are you Kara by any chance?" Parakara quickly fluttered her wings from the sudden outburst and anticipation that she might know the lakitu.

"Yes, do I know you?"

"You probably don't remember me. I remember you though. When we were little you stopped those bigger lakitus from throwing spinies at me by blasting them with shapes from your wand." The lakitu explained. It then came to Parakara.

"Wait! Lily!? Lakilily!" Parakara remembers. The lakitu squealed.

"Yep! That's me!"

"I didn't have my flight feathers yet, so I stopped them the only way I knew how. With magic."

"I thought that was so cool! I told you that I never met a paratroopa that could use magic."

"And then I explained to you it was because my mom is a magikoopa." Parakara replied, Lakilily smiled and nodded.

"Did you just move to Flower Fields?" The lakitu asked.

"No, Toad Town. I went to see what was behind the garden door, and it led me here. Wisterwood did say my grandfather lived somewhere around here so I went to look for him, but then I got sidetracked."

"Oh so you found the shortcut to Flower Fields. About your grandfather...I never seen any paratroopas here. I've seen a lot of magikoopas though. Is he a magikoopa?"

"No, he's a paratroopa. He's my dad's father."

"Can I help you look?"

"Sure, why not? You know this place better than me." Parakara replied.

"Okay! Lets go!" The lakitu takes off on her cloud. Parakara flew after her.

"I forgot to tell you! This place is beautiful. But somewhat dangerous. There are crazee dayzees. They're flower like creatures that can sing. Their songs will put you to sleep or seriously hurt you. There's also a rare type called an amazy dayzee. They look like their common counterparts but they're golden. Their songs will hurt you a lot worse, but luckily they'd rather flee than fight. Also be careful of bzzaps. Their stings are not only painful, but you might get poisoned. There's also Monty Moles so be on the look out for flying stones." Lakilily explained. Parakara listens intently as Lakilily explained the dangers of the area.

"You said that there were magikoopas here?" The paratroopa finally asked.

"Magikoopas and lakitus." Lakilily replied. Parakara thought about what her mom said about magikoopas. She said the reason why magikoopas were rarely seen in the Mushroom Kingdom is because they get burned like witches. She remembered when her mother practically screamed at her when she told her that she used magic to save Lakilily. She told her how lucky she was that no one else was around. But yet, there are magikoopas roaming here in Flower Fields. Her mom would also tell her stories about her and dad growing up in Flower Fields. So, why would she lie about that? Was it because she was a magikoopa with wings and her mother didn't want anyone to know she was a hybrid? Parakara decided to stop dwelling on her mother's contradictions. It was an endless loop of confusion and frustration that she couldn't unravel.

As the girls explored the vibrant and colorful landscape, Parakara's attention was caught by a group of friendly creatures known as Flowerlings. These tiny beings were made entirely of stems and petals and radiated a warm and inviting glow. Intrigued by their presence, Parakara approached them cautiously. To her surprise, the Flowerlings greeted her with open arms, or rather, petals. They sensed her troubled thoughts and offered her solace through their gentle nature. Parakara found comfort in their company and soon discovered that they possessed a unique ability to absorb negative emotions, allowing her to experience moments of tranquility.

As Parakara spent more time with the Flowerlings, she noticed a peculiar pattern. Whenever they absorbed her negative emotions, the flowers on their bodies would transform into vibrant shades of yellow, representing newfound hope and optimism. It was as if they were sharing a part of their own essence with her. Embracing this newfound connection, Parakara began to open up to the Flowerlings, confiding in them about her strained relationship with her parents. They listened intently, their petals swaying gently in the breeze, offering her silent support. Parakara gently embraced one with her pinky finger before flying away.

"The Flowerlings are very sweet. They're nice to talk to whenever you have troubles." Lakilily said to Parakara.

"Yeah, they really are."

"I'm sorry about what you are going through with your parents. Are you okay now?"

"Yes. I live with my uncle at the moment." Lakilily nodded sympathetically at her friend's answer.

"Do you like living with him?"

"I just moved in with him. But it's great. I don't have to hear my parents bicker."

"That's good to hear. My parents are rarely home. They're always busy. They work in Glitzville."

"What do they do?"

"They're rockstars."

"They're rockstars?!"

Lakilily laughed softly at Parakara's excitement. "Yes, Parakara. They're rockstars."

"Are they famous?"

"Yeah, some of there songs had appeared in movies."

"Wow, they sound amazing." Parakara said, still in awe. She envied Lakilily right now. She didn't know why she couldn't have successful and accomplished parents like her friend. It felt so unfair that she had a deadbeat father and a doormat mother, unwilling to stand up for herself or her daughter.

"Why couldn't I have rich parents?" Parakara muttered, her voice laced with frustration. "It's not fair. I'm stuck with a dad who doesn't care and a mom who can't seem to find the strength to leave him."

"Trust me, having famous parents isn't all that cracked up to be." Lakilily said.

Parakara looked at Lakilily, her curious by her friend's statement. "What do you mean? Isn't it amazing to have parents who are famous?"

Lakilily sighed and looked up at the sky. "Well, it's not all glitz and glamour like you might think. Sure, there are perks and exciting moments, but it comes with its own set of challenges."

"What kind of challenges?"

Lakilily began to explain, her voice tinged with a touch of bitterness. "Well, first of all, there's the constant pressure to live up to other's expectations. People always assume that just because your parents are successful, you'll automatically be talented too. It's like you're constantly being compared to them, and it can be overwhelming." Parakara nodded slowly, as Lakilily explains the other side of the coin.

"I can see how that could be tough. But at least you have access to so many amazing opportunities, right?"

Lakilily chuckled wryly. "Yes, there are opportunities, but sometimes it feels like they come with strings attached. People might befriend you just to get closer to your famous parents or try to use you for their own gain. It's hard to know who to trust."

Parakara's eyes widened, realizing the complexity of Lakilily's situation. "I never thought about it like that. It must be tough to navigate through all of that."

Lakilily nodded, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "It can be, especially when you just want to be seen for who you are, not as someone's famous offspring. Sometimes, I wish my parents were just regular people, living a simpler life. It's like you're trapped in this shadow, constantly expected to live up to these unreachable standards."

"I'm sorry, I can't imagine what that must be like...well maybe part of it. My mom always pressures me to do well in school. If I fail just one class she'll yell at me and ground me. She always asks me about my grades, but I'm sure that's nothing compared to what you go through." Parakara said softly, her voice filled with understanding.

"I have a couple of friends up there who are in the same position as me. So it makes it somewhat bearable. Maybe one day I'll be able to introduce you to them. They're great." Lakilily smiled a little. Parakara listened to Lakilily's words, a glimmer of hope beginning to flicker within her. As they continued their conversation, Lakilily spoke passionately about her friends who were also living in the shadow of their famous parents. She described how they formed a tight-knit group, supporting each other through the challenges they faced. "They're truly amazing people, and I know they would welcome you with open arms."

Parakara's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Do you think they would understand me? I mean, I'm not related to anyone famous or anything."

Lakilily nodded reassuringly. "Absolutely! They'll know what it's like feel pressured by expectations. They're incredibly supportive and understanding. I think you'll like their company. It's not just them either. There's other people in the group." The lakitu picked up some flowers and used her magic to weave them into a floral bracelet. She places it on Parakara's wrist. "Don't lose this. You'll need it for the group." Parakara looked down at her wrist, admiring the beautiful floral bracelet crafted by Lakilily's magic. The vibrant shades of pink flowers intertwined with one another, forming a symbol of unity and friendship. She carefully adjusted the bracelet, making sure it was secure. As they went back flying together, Parakara and Lakilily continued to share stories and bond over their shared experiences. Parakara felt a growing sense of connection with Lakilily, grateful for the encounter that had brought them together.

"Lily. Do you go to Mushroom Kingdom High?"

"I don't. Bullying incident. My parents had me privately tutored ever since."

Parakara nodded knowingly, trying to hide her disappointment with the news. At least there was that toad she talked to earlier. "What do you study?" She asked her friend.

"It varies. Sometimes it's a math, science, geography, history, or a language lesson. Afterwards we do an art or music lesson for fun. I like the music lessons, but I like it more when we do art lessons. Especially if it involves clay. Ever made pottery? It's so fun when you spin the wheel. After my lessons I just do whatever I feel like doing." Two girls continued chatting back and forth until they reached the edge of Flower Fields.

"Pretty flowers." Parakara said. A bunch of flowers sat in the field, surrounded by some bushes. There were small kerria flowers growing the grass. It was a lovely view. As she stared down at the beautiful flowers, Parakara thought that she heard a voice call out to her.

"Parakerria? Is that really you?"

"Huh?" Parakara snapped back to reality. An old paratroopa flew to them.

"Oh, you're not Kerria, you're Kara." He hugged her for a bit then looked at her again. "You have grown. You barely had your flight feathers the last time I saw you. You look just like your grandmother." He said. He stroked her hair. Your hair looks more pinkish than blonde though. You're like a little primrose." Parakara did nothing but smile. He sees the lakitu beside her. "Who is your friend?"

"I'm Lakilily." She said.

"Nice meeting you." The old paratroopa said before looking back at his granddaughter, he grins. "Well then come on in you two, would you like some berry cobbler?"

"Sounds good." Parakara said. Lakilily nodded in agreement.

"Well come," the paratroopa said with a warm smile, leading Parakara and Lakilily inside. Parapalmer's house was cozy, with high ceilings and elegant decorations. The walls were adorned with colorful paintings and shelves lined with ancient books. As they stepped into the living room, the girls marveled at the sparkling chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Parapalmer guided them through a wide hallway, its walls decorated with framed photographs capturing joyful memories of his family. They reached a spacious living room, where plush sofas and armchairs invited them to sit and relax. The room was filled with soft, natural light, filtering through large windows that offered a breathtaking view of Flower Fields. Parapalmer led them to the kitchen. Parakara and Lakilily sat at the table eating berry cobbler and drinking koopa tea. The dessert had three layers. The first layer was made of blue berries, the middle was made of red berries, and the last layer was made of yellow berries. Parakara never had a cobbler like this before. Each layer had its own flavor. She thought it was good.

"Did you move to Flower Fields Kara? Where's your father? Is he here?" Parapalmer asked with a bit of hope.

"No, I moved to Toad Town. I'm staying with uncle at the moment. Dad is in Twilight Town." The elderly paratroopa's smile went away at his granddaughter's answer.

"I see." He said, Parakara sat there waiting for him to speak, but he remained silent. Finally the paratroopa decided to break the silence. "It's the place with the doll people correct? Why is he staying there? A long time ago he sent me a picture of a beautiful house in Poshley Heights."

"He lost that place. He wasn't making payments on it." Parakara answered. Parapalmer was silent as he sipped his tea.

"So he did." The old paratroopa then said something about Kamala under his breath; Parakara didn't hear him clearly, but she had a feeling it wasn't a nice thing he said about her. Her grandfather decided to change the subject. "So Lily, how long have you know Kara?"

"I've only known her when we were little." Lakilily says. "We used to play with each other almost everyday." She added. The lakitu smiles fondly at the memories. She remembered the times she spent hanging out with Parakara; and the times they fought as well. The conversation was interrupted by a loud ringing in Parakara's bag. Parakara picked up her phone and saw the word "Mom" on the screen. She pressed a button to silence it and placed it back in her bag. She didn't feel like talking to her at the moment.

"Not going to answer it?" Parapalmer asked.

"No, it's mom." Parakara replied, her grandfather simply nodded. The three then talked about trivial matters while enjoying their dessert and tea until the clock struck noon.

"Do you need to go home soon Lily?" Parapalmer asked her. The lakitu nodded.

"I do. Thank you for tea and cobbler sir." She said.

"It's no trouble at all young lady."

When Lakilily left Parapalmer looked at Parakara.

"You don't mind helping me clean up before you go home do you?"

"Not at all!" Parakara said with a smile. They both began to wash the dishes.

"Do you know how long you're staying with Parakarry?" He asked.

"I don't know." Parakara answered.

"Let's hope it's permanent." Parapalmer said mostly to himself. "Can you ask your uncle to come visit me sometime?" He asked his granddaughter.

"I will."

"I know he's pretty busy. I remember those days when I used to deliver mail all over the Mushroom Kingdom." He said.

"You retired?"

"I did. My wings aren't as strong as they used to be. You need strong wings to withstand those occasional storms." Parapalmer explains. Parakara listened as she washed the dishes. "You never know when you'll get stuck in a downpour. When the storm comes, its very hard to get out." He paused momentarily thinking about that his younger years. "How much I miss flying." He sighed smiling. "Being in the air seeing all the different cities throughout the kingdom. That feeling of a job well done you get, when you see the citizens happy when they receive their mail. Unless it's something like bills of course. I sure don't miss those monty moles though. Or the gulpits. They were a lot worse."

Parakara kept listening to him talk about his adventures as a mail carrier. This was way more interesting than the stories her mom told her about her and her father serving as Bowser's minions. They were mainly about how handsome her dad was back then, or how she healed his wounds with her magic. When it wasn't about that, she told her about the time she had cheated on her dad in Petalburg because he was always gone somewhere; and she was feeling lonesome. Those stories made her want to gag. But it was fun to listen to her grandfather talk about his youth. She could tell he loved telling those stories. She was happy she met her grandpa.

"You know...there's going to be a time where Karry will have to retire like his old man...why not continue it?" He asked. Parakara smiled timidly.

"I don't know..." She said.

"Why?"

"I just don't."

"Are you scared or something?"

"Somewhat."

"What are you afraid of?"

Parakara thought for a minute. "I guess getting lost, losing a letter, or accidentally delivering the wrong letter, and having rocks thrown at me."

Parapalmer chuckled. "I did come across a few mishaps when I was starting out. As for the gulpits and monty moles; as long as you have your helmet on the rocks shouldn't be too bad. If you get in your shell on time it won't hurt at all." Kara just giggled. "Not that this has anything to do with this but..." The elderly paratroopa suddenly turned serious. He held his granddaughter tightly by the shoulders. "Kara, please remember to tell your uncle to come see me. It's important that I talk to him. If anything happens to you I won't forgive myself." Parapalmer said sincerely. "Promise me you won't go back to your parents." Parakara was not entirely sure what he meant by that. Did he know something about her parents that she didn't know? But she was in too much shock to really ask. So she simply nodded her head, and hugged her grandpa. Parapalmer hugged her back. They stayed like that for a couple minutes. Afterwards, they let go of each other, Parapalmer picks up a broom and began sweeping the floor. Parakara wipes down the table. They continued their chat until Parapalmer said that she had to go home soon or it'll be late.

"Remember Kara, tell Karry that I need to see him." He said, Parakara nodded.

"I will Pops." She said before flying back to Wisterwood.

"What? Ho, do you need something young miss?"

"I'm just going back home, sir." Parakara said, the tree lets her go back to Toad Town.

"So!? How was it!?" Minh T. asked.

"It was beautiful." Parakara answered her. The toad squealed.

"I told you!" She said to her. "I wish the entire Mushroom Kingdom could be like Flower Fields. A whole world full of flowers. Imagine that." She said.

"Yeah, it would be nice." Parakara said, although she couldn't see Twilight Town like that. Perhaps if it was covered in black, blue, and purple flowers, perhaps some orange flowers as well for a tiny splash of bright color. She went back home. Inside, Parakarry was sitting on the sofa watching a movie eating chips with mushroom dip. He turned to see his niece.

"I was wondering where you were Kara. I figured that you went to look around." He said.

"I did."

"Want to watch a movie with me? There's chips and mushroom dip in the kitchen."

Parakara went to the kitchen to get some. She sat a space apart from Parakarry.

"Come closer. I'm not going to bite you." Parakarry teased. Parakara moved a little closer towards him. The movie was about a prince who got captured and tortured by a rival kingdom, but was saved by the princess of the kingdom, and they both decided to elope.

"Uncle, what's a Star Gala?" Parakara asked.

"You read the board? It's just one of Peach's many parties." Parakarry answered. Parakara scooped up a bit a dip before eating the chip. "I can take you if I'm not too busy on that day. Of course we'll have to find you something pretty to wear. I think you'll love her castle. The food is really good as well." Parakarry said.

"What's the Toad Town Festival?"

"Where did you hear about that? That's not going to come until later."

"When I visited the post office the postmaster told me about it."

"You went to the post office? You want to be a mail carrier like you're uncle?"

Parakara giggles bashfully. "No. I just wanted to see where you worked."

"Well I don't really work there. I pick up my letters for that day and I'm out." Parakara giggled more before she asked;

"What's the festival for?"

"You'll find out sooner or later." A mischievous smile played on Parakarry's lips.

"Is it something fun uncle?"

"I believe so."

"Uncle, grandfather said that he wanted to see you." Parakara said, remembering what he told her.

"You visited your grandfather? How did you get there?"

"I was helping a toad plant flowers. She told me the door leads to a world full of flowers. I went in and met my grandfather."

"You really have been looking around. I haven't visited him in a long while. Perhaps that's why he wants me to come see him. We can visit him when I'm not busy." He said, Parakara smiled a bit as she took another bite of her chips and dip. The two watched a the movie until the credits. Parakarry got up from his seat and kissed Parakara's forehead. "Goodnight sweetie. I hope you will like Toad Town." The older paratroopa flew to his room. Parakara flew to her room. She couldn't get over how cute it was. It was cuter than the one she had back home. She used her magic to make a beautiful glass vase filled with water then placed the rose in it. She placed the bracelet Lakilily gave her beside the vase. Then she sat on her new bed and read a few pages from her book before going to sleep.