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And if someone could please tell me where I would post said story?

Also, would anyone be interested in reading a MK inspired story (sorta) that I'm currently writing? It has a lot of lore and stuff surrounding it and might be hard to explain, but basically its a Nintendo universe with a lot more explanations and lore and connections and realistics and stuff.

Lord of the Rings!

NOT THAT IDIOT! ANOTHER ONE!

The show about the Majestic Tale of an Idiot with a Box

"You Baboon!"
"What!"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I should have said that. It's unfair to the rest of the baboons."

Aussie-born Aussie, although my Grandpa on Mum's side was born in Ireland and moved to Australia when he was 19, and Mum's Mum was Irish but born in Australia.
Dad's got a bit of everything in him, but mostly Scottish....Clan of Sinclair if anyone was wondering

Super Paper Mario Sequel

Evelyn Toadstool/Jumpmann is one of a lot of Main Characters in my giant series. She is also known as the Heart of Fire

Disclaimer: if you are nostalgic for the game, I mess up some plot points. It also could be a little violent to some....


Grey Waves
A Fire Emblem: Fates fanfiction


I gasp in shock as I watch the crimson magic slowly form in on itself. Several other people near the fountain are also exclaiming with wonder, some with fear, some with recognition. An indescribable feeling of pure evil overtakes me, and I stagger as raw emotions of rage, hatred, and jealousy sweep through me.
The bodyguards? Where are the bodyguards? Is one of the first coherent thoughts inside my head. The queen needs to be protected!
But everyone is mesmerised by the sight of the crimson magic. Even Mother.
I watch in growing horror as it forms into a large, humanoid creature, a dark sword materialising in its hands. Crimsons shards of what seemed to be blades also form and float around the figure. I take a step back in alarm as I realise the shards are pointing at me. The figure points the sword at me, and the shards shoot towards me.
I hold up my arms as if that could stop them, and squeeze my eyes shut.
A scream.
Not mine. I feel nothing. No pain.
I look up into the eyes of my mother. Loving. Sorrowful.
And in pain.
She had launched herself across the small place between her and I, making it there before the shards. She had saved me. At the expense of her own life.
She takes a deep, shuddering breath, before collapsing.
I catch her with a cry of dismay, seeing the multiple wounds. I know instantly that there is no healing her in time. She is going, and there is nothing I can do….
“My boy.” she whispers, reaching up fingers tipped with blood to my cheek, “My big, dragon boy. Save….the Hoshidan….save your people. Save….yourself….for I….”
Her hand falls, and her body grows limp.
I hear people lamenting, wailing, as they watch their queen die. Me? I kneel down, and lay the body of my mother gently on the floor. The crimson warrior has vanished.
A feeling of unfounded sorrow envelops me, and I start to weep silently. Followed by the sorrow, is anger. A need for revenge. Hatred. I can feel the magic within me reacting to my emotions.
“No!” Azura’s musical voice cries out, “Control yourself! There are too many people here!”
My only response is a scream of pure rage. “MOTHER!” I look down at my hands, and see the transformation process beginning. All my rage, hatred, converging into the will for power adequate enough to see people destroyed. The magic courses through me like a living tide of water.
And I don’t care.
I need power.
I need the strength my human form lacks.
I need the dragon.
“No!” Ryoma’s deep voice barely even reaches my ears. “Calm yourself!”
But I can’t. It’s too late. Within seconds, I have transformed into a dragon.
People scream. People run. Everyone around can feel my hatred and anger.
“Stay away from him!” someone warns, “He is not himself!”
I strike out, blinded by my own rage. I hit the fountain, sending stone and water everywhere. I whirl around, roaring in anger, dispensing water funnels like mad in every direction.
And then, I hear it.
The song.
Azura’s calm, infinitely beautiful voice.
You are the oceans grey waves,
It is meant to calm me. It calms all dragons.
But not me. I am too sorrowful, too full of hatred. The song only aggravates me, and I whirl around, angling my head down so I can stare at Azura threateningly.
“Azura, no!” Ryoma cries, and runs towards Azura.
I cause a water-funnel to form between him and Azura, sending my brother flying backwards until he landed awkwardly some distance away.
Azura kept walking slowly towards me, palms up in a peace gesture, still singing.
Destined to seek life beyond the shore, just out of reach.
She is so trusting. She also has no idea the inner torment going on within me. She wants that which is best for me, for everyone. I know this, and yet, my mind is still roaring, not letting me see reason. All I see is a beautiful, but vulnerable light-blue-haired girl trying to calm my screaming soul.
And a part of me does not want my soul to be calmed.
And so I strike her.
I lift one of my lance-like forelegs, and strike her on the shoulder.
I hear vaguely several people cry out in shock and disbelief. Azura crumples in a heap on the cobblestones.
I lift my head and roar.
Yet, I am stopped.
The song continues….
You are the ocean’s grey waves,
It is much quieter, more strained.
I look down in surprise.
Azura turns her head from her position, lying on the ground, and looks at me with those startling water-blue eyes. She tries to prop herself up, but fails with a small scream of anguish.
Still, the song continues, and this time, I feel it weaving within me, working its magic.
It is working. I feel my soul slowly letting go of all the anger and hatred within me.
Flowing like time. The path is yours to climb.
When she finishes, she looks at me again, having looked away while singing.
“Kill me if you will.” she says, her fragile voice wavering, but beset with determination. “But do it as yourself.”
I raise an arm, and am about to run her through.
But no.
How could I?
The answer: I simply could not.
I lower the arm, and hang my head, groaning, letting the magic of the song do its work. The transformation reverses, and soon I am on hands and knees next to her broken body on the cobblestones.
“You know….” I gasp, struggling for breath after the magic overload, “I….could never….”
She turns her head to look at me in the eyes. “Corrin.” she says quietly.
I crawl to her side, looping one arm under her legs, and the other around her shoulders. I lift her off the ground, and stand up slowly. She leans her head against my breast, smiling in that small, quiet way of hers.
“I’m so sorry.” I whisper, tears beginning to form in my eyes, “I didn’t want to hurt you. But I am merely human. Your thoughts could never entertain such an event; mine, however, know no boundaries. You are perfect, in every way. I am not so perfect. I am so sorry Azura!”
She tries to reply, but instead groans quietly, her eyes squeezing shut with pain. I turn around to see Ryoma hurrying towards me.
“The healers.” I breathe, “Where are they?”
“I’ll take her, brother. You rest. Stay calm.” Ryoma takes her gently from my arms.
Stay calm.
I can see fear in his eyes. Fear of what I did to Azura. Fear of what I could have done to Azura. Fear of what I could have become. Fear, of me.
I watch, deflated, as Ryoma and the rest of my step-siblings hurry into the distance, Sakura glancing over her shoulder fearfully at me.
Would they ever look at me the same again?
I look around me, seeing no one. The square is deserted. The only sounds are the trickle of the smashed fountain as water runs along the cobblestones in strange movements.
Probably reacting to what I had just done. And to Azura’s pain.
Azura’s pain.
I hurt her!
I struck Azura! My cousin! My sister in the Dragon Blood!
How could I have been such a monster?
She is of my blood, and I nearly killed her?
The utter rage of my transformation is also haunting me. If Azura hadn’t of been there, where would I have stopped?
The true answer pierces me like, at least I believe, nothing ever will.
Never.
I would never have stopped raging.
Yet she, that beautiful, beautiful girl, decided to walk towards a raging monster. To try to calm him.
Why?
Why had she risked so much for him? Why would she do that?
I remember every single moment. Often, when I transform, the memories do not often transition. But this time, they do. It is almost as if some unseen hand is prompting me.
Or warning me.
Or gloating me.
Or….
I look around me, suddenly remembering the cause of all this.
Her body is gone, of course. Of course, the people would have scooped up her body first thing when I transformed.
Her blood is being slowly washed away by the trickle from the broken fountain.
For once, I wonder what’s next. She was about to claim my heritage to her publicly. They would have seen me as a prince. Now?
A monster.
An unpredictable, rage-filled shapeshifter.
Is this what she wanted? For me to be feared by the people?
Wait….
Hoshido has no ruler. Not now. Who is next? Ryoma? Or, dare I think it, me? Who is older? Who is more capable?
Ryoma.
Definitely Ryoma.
Yes, crown the guy who can’t transform into a rage dragon.
You are the ocean’s grey waves….
The words of the song wash over me. Not literally, it’s just a memory. For some reason, the words seem to have more of an impact than I thought. I pondered them.
The dragon-from I can transform into is water based. I can shoot whirlwinds of air and water. I can shoot bursts of concentrated water at objects. Grey waves? Me, waves of the ocean?
Destined to seek life beyond the shore, just out of reach.
What does that mean? I presume the shore means the average person’s life, and I seek more? Maybe it means I even seek something beyond death.
Flowing like time, the path is yours to climb….
This part I understand with a certain frightening clarity. This is my path. No one else can be on it. No one else can live it. No one else can do what I can do to this world. No one can save it like I can. No one can break it like I can.
Mine to climb. All the sorrow, torment, grief, anger, love, hatred, all mine. ALL MINE!
This is my burden. This is my fate.
And I will take it.
Because it is mine.
I will carry it.
Because it is mine.
I will strengthen it with love, sorrow, and memory.
Because it is mine.
I will become what I need to become.
Because it is mine.
I will bear my dragon-curse.
Because it is mine.
I will bear Azura’s pain.
Because….well, it’s not mine, but you get the idea.
Thinking of her makes me worry. Is she alright? I hope I didn’t maim her for life. I hope she recovers soon.
I hear the crunch of a footstep behind me, and for one scary moment I think the crimson-warrior has returned. But I hear him clear his throat, and I suddenly know who it is.
I whirl around so suddenly he actually jumps back in alarm. “Is she -?”
Ryoma holds up a hand. “No. She is fine. Relatively.” he grunted, “The healers say her shoulder will take a long time to mend, as will her mind.”
“Her….mind?”
“She sang the song, Corrin. It always drains, the same way your transformation drains. One day, the song might even kill her.” he shakes his head, “The toll was catastrophic when combined with the pain you inflicted.”
I shudder. “I didn’t….wouldn’t….couldn’t….I had no idea….” I can barely put two words together, “Because of me?” I ask weakly, “I did all this to her! The song, the wound. She was singing for me. For me, Ryoma!”
He doesn’t deny.
“And I nearly killed her!” I shout. “How can she forgive me?”
“She already has.” he sighs.
I nearly faint from exhaustion and relief then and there. I sway on my two feet.
“Her first words. She asked for you, if you were alright, calmed, unhurt, human. Then she forgave you.” Ryoma takes a step closer, watching my reaction carefully.
Warily? It seems like something else but I cannot place it.
“If she can forgive you, she, a girl gifted with dragon-like abilities, so can I.” Ryoma says loudly.
“So can we all.” I notice vaguely that Ryoma has now been joined by Sakura, Takumi, and Hinoka. “This is the day our mother, the queen of Hoshido has died.” Sakura says, “But the day we are reunited with our long-lost brother, Corrin.” with this, she runs to me, embracing me fiercely.
“S-stay away.” I stammer, “You don’t know if I could -”
“I know.” she whispers, hugging tighter. “I know you would never.”
I accept her embrace timidly. “You don’t know that. I could just, do it. I don’t even know how it works yet. You could be putting yourself in danger.”
“Then let us all enter the danger.” Ryoma declares hotly, and joins us in an embrace.
Hinoka does the same, saying more or less what Sakura had said moments before. “We know you would never harm us.”
Takumi follows silently, but comforting.
A silence as we embrace.
Then,
“She died, protecting me!” I sob uncontrollably, “And I dishonoured her death by nearly killing an innocent being!”
“It’s okay.” Ryoma separates himself and his siblings from me, and takes me fiercely but gently by the shoulders with his strong hands. “This is what she would have wanted. All of us together, helping each other through the time of sorrow. What better way for a mother to die, than saving one of her children from death? Answer me that, Corrin.”
“There is no better death.” I whisper after a long time of silence. The truth is frightening, but it is what it is: truth. “There is no better death.” I repeat. “No better sacrifice. She loved. Help me to love.” I plead with them all. “Help me to be like her!”
Ryoma smiles. “With pleasure, brother! Now, I think Azura may want to speak with you. Make haste to the castle, for she is within.”
I nod, and hurry away. Before turning out of sight, I look back, and say, “Ryoma. Everyone. Thank you. And Ryoma. I do not care if I am older than you or not, you will be king. I do not care for such a life. Such a burden.” I look down at my hands. Human hands, shaking from the memory of being something else, “I could never….with this, I….”
Ryoma nods, relief filling his features. “We understand brother.” he says quietly, “We understand.”
I nod again, and hurry as fast as my broken body will let me to the castle gates.

I sit, holding her hand, for who knows how long. She lies there, her breathing in sometimes squeaking labour. Sometimes, she murmurs in her sleep. But I never let go. I will never let go.
Suddenly, I hear her voice. Soft, strained, beautiful as ever, even in her pain.
“Corrin.”
The way she says it. Not with pity, but with understanding.
“Azura, I -”
“Sh.” her eyes are still closed. How she knew I am the one holding her hand, I do not know. “Just be there.”
“Forgive me.” I whisper.
“Always.” is the reply.
We stay like this, again, for who knows how long. Healers come and go, checking on her, on others that are in the infirmary of the castle.
Eventually, I say, “You sang for me.” it was almost an accusation. “You could have died.”
“It was the least -” she begins.
“No!” I exclaim, “I could have killed you!”
“But you didn’t.”
“But I could have!”
She opens her eyes and looks at me. “But you didn’t.”she repeats. “You stopped yourself.”
“You stopped me.”
“No.” she shakes her head as vigorously as her pain allows her, “No. The magic only works if the receiver is willing. You pulled yourself back. That is why it didn’t work at first.”
“I’m a monster. A disaster waiting to be unleashed.”
“No!” she snaps, almost angry, “Never say that to yourself again, Corrin! The transformation is a gift, but it can be twisted into a curse, depending on how it’s used. Never say that again! Or you are as good as the monster you believe yourself to be. Never again, Corrin! You are my friend! Not a monster.”
“Then what am I, really, if not a monster in human form?” I ask, despairing.
“You are the oceans grey waves.” she whispered, “You look pleasing to the eye. You are wild. Your waves climb higher and higher. You are a roaring ocean. But I have seen the calm.”
Her analogy takes me by surprise, but it strikes me deeply. “And who are you, in my story, Azura? Who are you?”
“I am the shore.” she smiles at me.
The shore.
“Come, smile at me, Corrin. I would see that face happy. Please, too much sorrow, smile.”
I put on a weak one for her sake.
She tries to laugh, but ends up coughing recklessly.
Some healers bustle in and usher me out. As I am in the doorway, I turn. “Don’t forget this day, Azura.” I say weakly.
“How could I ever.” she breathes, “I will think of you forever, dear cousin, in my mind. Lost in thoughts all alone. Except I won’t be alone, because you will always be there, with me.”
I leave, feeling like I have never felt before.
Lost in thoughts all alone. Why does that seem so familiar?
Oh yeah. I laugh, despite myself.
It is the name of the song….






The End

Hello there

My name is Evelyn Toadstool.
Well, no, not really, it's actually Hugh. I'm an 18 year-old Aussie Catholic, and I'm here today and onwards, just to introduce myself, say what MKPC has done for me, and hopefully provide some entertainment and insights for all who read....

MKPC was - is - my first social media. When I joined back in 2024 (I think...?) I had ABSOLUTELY NO FLIPPING IDEA of how to do anything whatsoever.
Except play the game.
Oh wait, no, I even didn't know how to do that....

So, me. I'm tall (six-two or roundabouts, it's been a while since my last measure), lanky, dreamy, you name it. I LOVE writing, as I may have said elsewhere on here. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE! I write fanfictions, I write (hopefully) original stories. I even write non-fictions. Most of my time is spent listening to awesome soundtracks while I write. I love playing video games, especially ones with introspective stories (SUPER PAPER MARIO!) but also just random ones with good gameplay (Mario Party . I watch all sorts of movies and TV shows.
My favourite video game (need I even say it?): Super Paper Mario

My favourite movie (fight me, LotR fellow Catholics....): TRON: Legacy

My favourite TV show (up until Thirteen, that is....): Doctor WHO!

My favourite book (I have to put it somewhere): Lord of the Rings (as a whole)

My favourite soundtrack: DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE MAN! I would probably have to say Murray Gold's Doctor Who tracks, specifically from Eleven through to Twelve's second season. A specific one? The Shepherd's Boy Heck, it has like six other names to the one track, but I won't list them....

Some things that I have written follow as such. I have recently written a Super Paper Mario fanfiction about Timpani and Blumiere's romance. I have also just today written and finished a Fire Emblem Fates fanfiction about a retrospect on the scene where Corrin's mother dies and Corrin transforms into a dragon. I am currently specifically focusing on my big joint-Nintendo-universe-inspred novel/short-story series known only as JUMPMANN! of which I actually have posted some content on here. If there are any of these you want to see, please just tell me. I only  need the littlest of promptings to share my stories with you....

My point throughout all this, you ask? WHAT POINT!
Just kidding, I have a point....

Basically, I plan to be on here more, from now on. I plan to interact more and more with this community, post more stuff, play more online (and offline so I can get better, of course) etc.

So, yeah.

Hullo.

I'm the Doctor.

Basically.

Run.

Doctor Who fans, I have a current Fanfic I would like to share with other whovians. Anyone interested?

CIAO!
For now....
btw Evelyn Toadstool is one of the main characters in my JUMPMANN! series....

1
Coma

Pain. Pain. Pain.
“This has gone on too long.”
Pain. Pain. Pain.
“It is too much for the boys.”
Pain. Pain. Pain.
“It’s too much for all of us, Sam.”
Familiarity. Sam.
Pain. Pain. Pain.
“She’s never coming out, is she Daddy?”
More familiarity. Younger voice. Daddy?
“Shh, don’t say such things, Mark.”
“Maybe she needs a mushroom.”
“Would you believe that we already tried that?”
Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain...
* * *

“Any change?” Jerry Krinatig asked almost fearfully.
Princess Destiny Daisy shook her head dismally. “It’s so sad.” she whispered.
“What, that she doesn’t wake up?” Jerry asked.
“No.” Destiny said quickly, “That King Sam still insists we celebrate her birthday, even though we all know that she will never wake up.”
“Don’t you dare say it!” Jerry said menacingly, “She is in a coma. She will wake one day. She will. She will.”
King Sam Jumpmann had called all the celebrities of the world to celebrate his daughter’s 17th birthday. Princess Rosalind-Marie, or RM for short, had fallen into a coma upon learning that her mother had not survived the explosion of the Dark Prognostics. That was almost five years ago. RM. had grown in her coma; grown into the most beautiful girl in the universe.
Jerry’s haste in believing that RM was still alive was because of his father. It was technically Drynster’s fault that Evelyn Jumpmann died. But also, it was Drynster’s fault that Sam, Jerry, and the whole universe did not get sucked into the void that the explosion of the Dark Prognostics had created.
So, technically, Drynster had saved the world at the expense of his and Evelyn’s life. Sam and his sister Louisa insisted that Drynster had nothing to do with Evelyn’s death, that it was all Count Yuck’s and Dimentio’s doing. But Jerry still felt like it was his father’s fault, and therefore his own. So, in his eyes, he had taken Evelyn away, and because of that, Princess Rosalind-Marie was on the verge of death. All because of him.
“One always awakens from a coma.” Izzy Krittaling, Jerry’s elder adopted sister, reassured him on the long journey from the Scale Islands to Greenfield Kingdom. Jerry was just about to compliment Izzy on making a reassuring statement (Izzy is not bright) when she continued, “They wake up dead or alive! It’s as simple as that!”
That did not comfort the only true son of Drynster, King of the Kritter race.
Drynster and Sam were once bitter enemies, but, in the rise of Count Yuck and the Dark Prognostics, they had had to look past their differences to save existence itself.
And now Drynster and Evelyn were dead. It’s a cruel world. Jerry thought bitterly.
The doors to the great hall flew open, and Sam, Louisa, Princes Mark and Lewis, and Princess Zyldera Dreatern walked into the room.
Everyone fell silent as the royal family, and Zyldera, took their seats. The rest of the inhabitants of the room sat on their chairs.
“Ahem.” the king of the known world cleared his throat, “As we all know, today is my daughter’s birthday, but she is still in her coma.” tears were threatening to spill, “If any of you know of any magical power that could help her now, that would be a good birthday present.”
Good ol’ Sam. Louisa thought, proud of her brother, Still cracking jokes.
“I didn’t really mean that.” Sam said at the confusion on most of their faces. “But of course, if any of you do know of some mystical power, I would be grateful if you told me.”
Jerry gave a sidelong look at Princess Zyldera. Sam frowned at him, wondering what was going on in his mind. Sam cleared his throat again. “Well, um, anyway, let’s get back to business. The chair recognizes Princess Zyldera.”
“Thank you, your Majesty.” Zyldera said with a grateful nod in his direction, “As we all know, Mohra is big. Really big. In fact, thanks to your new technology, we have estimated it to be almost three times the size of Greenfield, the continent that is, not the kingdom. There are many an island and stretch of land that we haven’t explored yet. But now,” a troubled look overshadowed the princess’s face for a moment. Sam wondered why. “but now, since the humans think that they are more numerous than the pure-blood Elves who do not like exploring new lands, the kingdom is launching into a full scale ‘treasure hunt’.”
“You do not agree about the Elves, Highness?” asked 10-year-old Prince Mark. Sam looked at his son in surprise. Mark had never paid any interest in world councils.
“Hush!” Louisa hissed to Evelyn’s middle child.
“No, it’s all right.” Zyldera looked kindly at Mark, “You have good perceptive powers, young one. Yes I do not agree. Being, ahem, Part-Elf myself doesn’t help.”
“Oh,” 9-year-old Prince Lewis perked, “Is that why you’re thousands of years old, but look like you’re still sixteen?”
“Yes.” Zyldera said, mirth dancing in her perfect eyes, “I was alive before Greenfield was even named.”
Jerry stared at her in amazement. “No Part-Elf has ever lived that long!”
Zyldera looked uncomfortable, “Well, maybe I’m one of a kind. Anyway, back to what I was saying. For your sake, young Princes, I do not agree with the humans in a sense such that I think this ‘expedition’ will not go well. The Elves have many legends which warn of dangerous things outside their own kingdom, which is why we have never expanded.”
“You still believe the Elves?” Louisa asked slowly.
Zyldera sighed. “Yes, I do.” she said, a flash of emotions passing her face, “I have always treated them as one of my kind. To society, Elves and Part-Elves are a defection, something to stay away from. That I have kept my position as Princess of Mohra for almost a thousand years is amazing in itself. I cannot explain it, but all the pure-blood Elves have been mysteriously disappearing, and I know, because I knew almost every one of them. But I have gotten to the stage in my ruling where the humans hate me, and are waiting for the perfect chance to give a reason to bring me down.”
“What are you getting at?” Sam asked, almost sharply. He was feeling a little bit guilty.
Zyldera winced. “You might have it in your histories, but I doubt it. Just before Greenfield conquered the Elven army, the Elves were at war with something else, something more dark and devious.”
“That’s true.” Destiny ventured, “We humans have legends and fairy tales about it. There is a lot of discrimination over whether the evil army was humans with black magic, Elves with black magic, or demons.”
“Demons.” Zyldera said quickly. “I was there.”
The room fell into silence.
“No one questions?” Zyldera said after a while, surprised.
“You cannot begin to understand the things I have seen.” Sam whispered, shaking his head, “So yes, I believe you.”
Louisa nodded. Jerry grimaced.
Zyldera gave a deep sigh. “I lost my family that day. The dark army massed on the edge of Mohra’s borders, knowing the Elves wouldn’t attack them. And then, they full on attacked the whole kingdom, killing everyone and everything in sight. A, friend, went against all Elven teachings and penetrated the dark forces’ camp, where he used a magical sword to bring down their general. Without him, the whole Elven race would be extinct. And believe me, from our legends, this dark general would not have stopped with Hyrule, er, I mean Mohra. He would not have stopped until he had the whole world under his Twilight, maybe even the whole universe. So in a way, the Elves saved the humans.” Zyldera paused looking intently at Sam, who thought he knew what was coming next, “Yes, we were arrogant in our wars against the Humans,” Zyldera continued, “and maybe this is our consequence. I fear that if the Humans do expand west, something bad and evil will happen to not only Mohra, but also Greenfield, and Dreamland too! But the only way the Humans will ever listen to me, is if you grant them me as their queen.”
And there it was. What Sam had been fearing for a few years. The division of the kingdom. Rose, the mysterious lady who called herself the “Protector of the Cosmos”, had warned Sam that it was coming. “Do you want this, Zyldera?” he asked. “I never in my wildest dreams thought that I would be king. And, when the time came, I found that I wasn’t ready. You know what happened with my brother.”
Zyldera shook her head sadly, “I want this for the sake of the Elves. But I also do not want this for the sake of the Elves. For we have recent legends warning us against dividing the kingdom, but which legend is more dangerous? Usually, the newer legends are less reliable, but this one is different. I am so afraid that the dark general may return.”
“If the kingdom is divided!” Sam exclaimed, “That’s what she meant!”
“Who?” Zyldera asked.
Sam gulped, realizing he was trapped. Only his direct family knew about Rose.
But, as usual, Louisa came to the rescue. “Sam!” she exclaimed, “Where are the boys?”
Sam wheeled around in his chair, looking for the princes. “I think they snuck out just after the demons were mentioned.” Jerry said.
Sam looked peeved. “Just when I thought that they were finally taking interest in kingdom matters.”
“You continue, I’ll go find them.” Louisa patted Sam on the shoulder.
Zyldera sat far back in her seat and mused to herself. She didn’t re-ask her question. There was no need. I wonder. she thought, I wonder.
* * *

Pain. Pain. Pain.
A door opened. She felt the rush of wind. She felt.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Whispered. Slight recognization in the voice.
“But what if it’s the only way?” Whispered again. More recognization.
More rush of air. They were on either side of her. “Happy Birthday, RM.” the first one whispered.
“We brought you a present.” the second one chimed.
Something squishy was jammed into her mouth. Something foul.
She chewed. Once. Twice. She swallowed.
“Did you see that!” the first one cried, “She chewed!”
“Holy mushroom!” the second exclaimed, “It worked!”

@squirtlez

PROLOGUE

The castle doors swung open, crashing against the immense walls. In the doorway, illuminated by an eerie red/orange light, was the huge form of a Kritter, advanced class. “It’s good to be back!” his voice roared.
The Kritter guard heard something vaguely familiar in its voice. “Halt!” it shouted, brandishing his spear, “Who goes there?”
“Billy?” the huge Kritter said, “Is that you?”
“Yes.” the guard said warily, “Who -?”
But then, the intruder stepped into the light...
“Your Majesty!” Billy gasped.



It's not much, but is very much relevant later in the story....

AWWWW THANKS!
and YES YOU CAN IF YOU WANT! THIS WILL BE GREAT!
I will release it chapter by chapter (hopefully )

Hello There


So, what I said in the title. This is technically the middle book of an entire series, but hopefully you won't be too much confused as I will try very hard to explain everything. Before I head to initial explanations, a few disclaimers...
1. I take so many ideas from other Nintendo franchises, but to make them combine together realistically, I have had to twist them, like SO MUCH, and if you are a hard-core fan of some of these factions (the ones I have especially twisted are probably Legend of Zelda, Fire Emblem, Mario, and Kirby, although the Fire Emblem twists won't really be encountered in this particular story, they come earlier and later.
2. I am actually a Catholic, and so if you encounter any, uh, things to do with Catholicism in there don't be surprised, but I have tried really hard to remove most of it as to not offend any one, and really, it is in no way centered around my beliefs: it is just my way of wasting time, writing stories of video games. Again, I'm not trying to preach here in any way whatsoever, I just want to provide entertainment to the people who will hopefully read this fanfic.
So now, let's move onto the explanations....
The world:
So everything in this story happens on a planet very much like our earth, and is called "earth" as well, although it is more officially called "Planet Popstar" (sorry Kirby). The same amount of large continents, although Australia is Dreamland, where the Balldids (basically my name for Kirby's race) live, and the continent is kinda shaped like a star.
Races:
There are four Races in total: Humans, Hyrulians (also called Elves and Mohrans, after their capitol city in present times), Kritters, and Balldids. Humans are, well humans. Elves are Hylians from Legend of Zelda. Kritters are basically Koopas mixed with Kremlings from DKC. And Balldids are basically every creature you see in Kirby ever. with the exception of some of the big badguys.
History and civilisation:
The start of this world needn't be explained. Around 2020, a Human kingdom emerged called Greenfield because where it is based is very green. then, for almost fifty-thousand years, Greenfield has been the ruling kingdom of the entire known world as of now in the story. All 4 races didn't know each other existed for a time until the Humans, with their technologies, basically, our technologies, made it across the sea to where the Elves were based, namely, the vast kingdom of Hyrule. Ring a bell? Basically, the humans and elves met and got along alright, but over a few hundred years things got a bit iffy. Humans began hating elves because the elves have "magic" whereas the humans do not. Eventually, a stupid war concerning this happened, called WWI. In short, the Humans won because of the happenings of my version of Tears of the Kingdom, which leaves Hyrule unprotected from the humans. However, the princess, Zelda, who am I kidding anyway, managed to apologise (because the elves were the start of the war) to the Greenfield King who then pitied them and instead of enslaving them as everybody thought he would, he pardoned them and made Hyrule a part of Greenfield, with him as its ultimate head. Shortly afterwards, Dreamland (which is just a name in this case) was discovered, and WWII happened with the Balldids who immediately refused Human occupation. However, the Humans won and the same thing that happened with Hyrule happened with Dreamland. This is all about 40,000 years before this story. So, elves and humans are still kinda deranged, and there is an underground elven army that wants to "rid the world of Humans!". The Kritters were discovered in the first novel in the series, and kinda defeated in the same sort of way as the others, and became a part of Greenfield. So now, there are five kingdoms, all that are ultimately Greenfield Kingdom: Greenfield itself (located where America is located in our world), Kritteria (located above USA so kinda Canada, but that's another landmark that's kinda changed; it's a huge expanse of large islands instead sort of thing), Sarasaland (England), and Mohra (Africa and upwards. Asia is unexplored and named "Unknown Major". Before the Kritters were discovered, Kritteria was called "Unknown Minor". I already explained Dreamland. Technologies are kinda explained, except I'll say that Elves have a natural dislike for anything "Unnatural" in the sense of electricity, plastics, radiation, blah blah blah.
So now we have the players:
Samuel (Sam) Jumpmann, the king of the entire world. The family name of Greenfield USED to be Toadstool, but when the last king left an illegitimate daughter on the throne, Evelyn, my profile's namesake, the Toadstool line kinda died out. This created some dramas a few books ago, and as explained in what I've written and will shortly post, Sam was made king kinda suddenly by Evelyn (who had the power to do that as the Monarch Princess of the entire world) in the book before this one.
Evelyn Jumpmann (was Toadstool), was the queen of the entire world for about ten minutes before she died. Yeah, she died. If you know what I'm talking about, the afore book is my takeoff of Super Paper Mario with a few twists. At the end of it Evelyn fell with Dimentio (the primal villain) into the Void, and her sacrifice healed broken hearts (blah, blah, blah, confusing stuff that I will probably eventually explain) and sealed the Void. So yeah, she's dead, but she's mentioned, like, A LOT in this book, and referenced.
Drynster Krinatig: basically imagine Bowser. That's all I'm giving apart from the fact that he "died" in the same incident as Evelyn, and that in that particular book, he was good but beforehand was just the Bowser of this world.
Jerry Krinatig: imagine a slightly smaller Bowser. He used to be my Bowser Jr., but as my characters grow up, he has, well, grown up.
Rosalind-Marie Jumpmann: Probably the main character. Sam and Evelyn's eldest (live) daughter. Kinda think a young Rosalina....
Zyldera Dreatern: basically, imagine Zelda. The sub-princess of Mohra.
Leif Stone: Imagine Link
The Ultimate Air-rider: imagine Kirby.
Destiny Daisy: imagine Daisy. The sub-princess of Sarasaland.
And there we have it! If you are confused🤯, feel free to ask any questions relevant 😊. Hopefully, I'll get the first chapter and prologue posted soon...

I for one am actually really excited for this movie. Am really looking forward to the portrayals of Bowser Jr. and Rosalina...

THE STORY! Generally, Nintendo games have pretty bleak stories, but you get the random few which just are so amazing
But to get the ultimate story from a Mario game! Mario games are the ones that are the most bleak in my opinion, and believe me when I say that stories in video games is always a big thing for me. There are a few exceptions, and most are found in the Paper Mario franchise or the RPG faction of Mario.
Super Paper Mario has a proper plot, climax, and resolution worthy of a movie (apart from the fact that it's all paper)! The dialogue is rich, humourous, and inspiring all at once! I never thought I would enjoy a romance in a video game AT ALL! But Super Paper Mario peaked all of my expectations...
And come on, guys, Dimentio is just the best

Hey guys, some of you may or may not remember me from a while back.
Well, "I'm-a back!"
So, I was thinking, does anyone else agree with me on this? The Greatest Video Game in Existence. Yeah, I know, I was actually able to make a decision on this...
The Greatest Game in all existence (in my opinion) IS...
*drumroll*
SUPER PAPER MARIO!
Go on, ask me why, I'm waiting

No, it isn't only piano, you can share any type of soundtrack

Yeah, I know. I'm kinda loading you all with soundtracks.
This one takes a while, but please listen it out.
You can listen to it while playing Grand Prixs or something.