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"Gentlemen, we must discuss the matter at hand. Please pay attention! Now, how can we restore the fading light to this land? Yes, you have an idea?"
"We could make a giiiant lightbulb and throw it into the sky!"
"No. That's not possible."
"Well, it was worth a suggestion, if I do say so myself!"
The conversation in the castle went on like this for a very long time. Blue puffball trying to keep order, Southern-accented penguin being a tad too imaginative, masked warrior telling him so. The others didn't talk very much, mainly because they thought this sight was amusing, but they really wanted to solve the problem that was upon them. The castle, located in a small town consisting of only two shops and an apartment complex, stood tall in the limited light that shone from the sky. Many large monsters, including a couple dragons, an octopus, and a... squash magician?... occupied its dining room, talking about a rather strange occurrence: the disappearance of natural light. As of right now, the light was only dim- it was still easy to see, but not as easy as it had been mere days before.
"Well, what if we made a giiiant fireball and hurled it into the air?" suggested the Southern penguin, plate in front of him empty.
"Again," started the masked warrior, "impossible."
"A better idea would be finding the source of the light loss," said the green dragon, eyeing the penguin, annoyed.
The blue puffball slammed his hands on the table, plate bouncing, eyes wide, before pointing at the dragon with a tiny stub-of-a-hand. "Excellent idea, Fangora! Absolutely brilliant! But who would go? We wouldn't, I'm sure?"
"I'm sure we could find someone," the octopus chimed in.
"Well, I for one know of someone who I'm sure would lend us a hand!" said the squash magician, a wicked grin spread across his face.
"Do you?" asked Prince Fluff to Squashini. "Well, then I know just what we can do! Why don't we all choose a person or two to help find the culprit responsible and send them a letter asking them to come here tonight to discuss the matter and form a plan?"
"I'm in. I know who my letter is going to be sent to," assured Capamari, thoughtfully.
"Same with me! I can just picture our savior from Snow Land now!" added King Dedede, smiling widely.
"Good. I will write the letters and call you all back here once they are done. Does that work with you all?" asked Prince Fluff.
The rulers of the lands all nodded in agreement before Prince Fluff dismissed them all from the room and the castle. Quickly, he collected a feather pen, some ink, and many pieces of paper, and began to write all the letters, unsure to whom they were going. Once they were all completed, he recalled the generals, handed them the letters, and sent them on their merry way, knowing that they were putting the faith of the land's light in the hands of a group he did not know. This made him think back to his personal friend, a puffball much like himself named Kirby, who helped him a long time ago rid this place of an evil sorcerer. The thought made him mentally reassure himself of his choice, and he spent the rest of the day thinking of whom he might choose to send his letter to.
~~~~~
"Where's the sun been, huh?" asked a voice to nobody in particular, shades-covered eyes squinting into the dim air. From atop a sugar-coated mountain sat a ghost, who glowed in the lacking light. "Ugh! And I bet Ravi will still make me stay inside!" Wrinkling the spot on her face where her nose would be, if she had one, the Cool Spook was ripped from her complaining when a voice called out to her.
"'Ay, Sahara, there's a letta 'ere fo' youe! It seems impotant!" cried an accented voice from the manor she sat outside of.
Huffing, the girl instantly recognized the voice as that of her brother's best friend and fellow Stogue, and hesitantly turned to look to him, although she was genuinely interested in the letter and its contents. "It's Zahra," she mumbled under her breath, floating over to one of the castle's many windows, where the Stogue looked down on her. "Gimme that, Landon! Keep your grubby mitts off my letter, will ya!?" Snatching the letter from the other ghost's grasp, Zahra easily tore it open and ignored the disappearance of her company as she pulled a paper out of the envelope and scanned it over, shutter shades propped on her forehead as she did so.
Citizen,
As you may have noticed, this land of patches has begun to grow unimaginably dark. We, the counselors of the Brotherhood, have come to a conclusion on how to solve this matter. We will each choose someone who will aid us with this task. If you are receiving this letter, that means you are one of the seven chosen ones. For more information about the problem at hand, come to Patch Castle tonight after dinnertime to discuss the matter with the other chosen ones and us, the Brotherhood. Please make whatever necessary adjustments to your schedule to be sure you attend.
Sincerely
Prince Fluff
Head of the Brotherhood
Pitch-black eyes wide, Zahra ended up reading and re-reading the letter once, twice, thrice, in order to make sure this letter was a legitimate letter from Prince Fluff himself. "They want me to help them!?" she asked nobody, quietly, re-folding the letter and placing it back into the envelope. "Wow... Well, the good news is that there's nothing I need to clear away to make it to this meeting, I guess..." As mean and selfish as the Cool Spook first came off as to others, she really did want to make an impact on others' lives, and this was the perfect way to do it. Also, she looked up to the Brotherhood, admired their work in keeping Patch Land sociable and friendly, and had to admit that she had a soft spot for a certain masked warrior. The others didn't seem to stick out as much to her. Well, except for the king of Snow Land, but not in a good way. He was just about as annoying as Ravi was!
That night, after a dinner of microwaved instant noodles was consumed, Zahra headed out the door, not telling anyone where she was going. But, if anyone was to question her absence, they could always turn to the note she left on the inside of the front door, which read:
I'm off to do some good. Bye!
Floating her way through the lands of Water, Snow, and Space, since she had decided to see if any other chosen characters would show up to her, Zahra did not waste her time in getting to the castle. Although she had taken the long way around, she still wanted to arrive at a reasonable time, so she sped through the lands almost as quickly as she could, a pulse in her chest that acted like her heart thumping rapidly as she went.
"Gentlemen, we must discuss the matter at hand. Please pay attention! Now, how can we restore the fading light to this land? Yes, you have an idea?"
"We could make a giiiant lightbulb and throw it into the sky!"
"No. That's not possible."
"Well, it was worth a suggestion, if I do say so myself!"
The conversation in the castle went on like this for a very long time. Blue puffball trying to keep order, Southern-accented penguin being a tad too imaginative, masked warrior telling him so. The others didn't talk very much, mainly because they thought this sight was amusing, but they really wanted to solve the problem that was upon them. The castle, located in a small town consisting of only two shops and an apartment complex, stood tall in the limited light that shone from the sky. Many large monsters, including a couple dragons, an octopus, and a... squash magician?... occupied its dining room, talking about a rather strange occurrence: the disappearance of natural light. As of right now, the light was only dim- it was still easy to see, but not as easy as it had been mere days before.
"Well, what if we made a giiiant fireball and hurled it into the air?" suggested the Southern penguin, plate in front of him empty.
"Again," started the masked warrior, "impossible."
"A better idea would be finding the source of the light loss," said the green dragon, eyeing the penguin, annoyed.
The blue puffball slammed his hands on the table, plate bouncing, eyes wide, before pointing at the dragon with a tiny stub-of-a-hand. "Excellent idea, Fangora! Absolutely brilliant! But who would go? We wouldn't, I'm sure?"
"I'm sure we could find someone," the octopus chimed in.
"Well, I for one know of someone who I'm sure would lend us a hand!" said the squash magician, a wicked grin spread across his face.
"Do you?" asked Prince Fluff to Squashini. "Well, then I know just what we can do! Why don't we all choose a person or two to help find the culprit responsible and send them a letter asking them to come here tonight to discuss the matter and form a plan?"
"I'm in. I know who my letter is going to be sent to," assured Capamari, thoughtfully.
"Same with me! I can just picture our savior from Snow Land now!" added King Dedede, smiling widely.
"Good. I will write the letters and call you all back here once they are done. Does that work with you all?" asked Prince Fluff.
The rulers of the lands all nodded in agreement before Prince Fluff dismissed them all from the room and the castle. Quickly, he collected a feather pen, some ink, and many pieces of paper, and began to write all the letters, unsure to whom they were going. Once they were all completed, he recalled the generals, handed them the letters, and sent them on their merry way, knowing that they were putting the faith of the land's light in the hands of a group he did not know. This made him think back to his personal friend, a puffball much like himself named Kirby, who helped him a long time ago rid this place of an evil sorcerer. The thought made him mentally reassure himself of his choice, and he spent the rest of the day thinking of whom he might choose to send his letter to.
~~~~~
"Where's the sun been, huh?" asked a voice to nobody in particular, shades-covered eyes squinting into the dim air. From atop a sugar-coated mountain sat a ghost, who glowed in the lacking light. "Ugh! And I bet Ravi will still make me stay inside!" Wrinkling the spot on her face where her nose would be, if she had one, the Cool Spook was ripped from her complaining when a voice called out to her.
"'Ay, Sahara, there's a letta 'ere fo' youe! It seems impotant!" cried an accented voice from the manor she sat outside of.
Huffing, the girl instantly recognized the voice as that of her brother's best friend and fellow Stogue, and hesitantly turned to look to him, although she was genuinely interested in the letter and its contents. "It's Zahra," she mumbled under her breath, floating over to one of the castle's many windows, where the Stogue looked down on her. "Gimme that, Landon! Keep your grubby mitts off my letter, will ya!?" Snatching the letter from the other ghost's grasp, Zahra easily tore it open and ignored the disappearance of her company as she pulled a paper out of the envelope and scanned it over, shutter shades propped on her forehead as she did so.
Citizen,
As you may have noticed, this land of patches has begun to grow unimaginably dark. We, the counselors of the Brotherhood, have come to a conclusion on how to solve this matter. We will each choose someone who will aid us with this task. If you are receiving this letter, that means you are one of the seven chosen ones. For more information about the problem at hand, come to Patch Castle tonight after dinnertime to discuss the matter with the other chosen ones and us, the Brotherhood. Please make whatever necessary adjustments to your schedule to be sure you attend.
Sincerely
Prince Fluff
Head of the Brotherhood
Pitch-black eyes wide, Zahra ended up reading and re-reading the letter once, twice, thrice, in order to make sure this letter was a legitimate letter from Prince Fluff himself. "They want me to help them!?" she asked nobody, quietly, re-folding the letter and placing it back into the envelope. "Wow... Well, the good news is that there's nothing I need to clear away to make it to this meeting, I guess..." As mean and selfish as the Cool Spook first came off as to others, she really did want to make an impact on others' lives, and this was the perfect way to do it. Also, she looked up to the Brotherhood, admired their work in keeping Patch Land sociable and friendly, and had to admit that she had a soft spot for a certain masked warrior. The others didn't seem to stick out as much to her. Well, except for the king of Snow Land, but not in a good way. He was just about as annoying as Ravi was!
That night, after a dinner of microwaved instant noodles was consumed, Zahra headed out the door, not telling anyone where she was going. But, if anyone was to question her absence, they could always turn to the note she left on the inside of the front door, which read:
I'm off to do some good. Bye!
Floating her way through the lands of Water, Snow, and Space, since she had decided to see if any other chosen characters would show up to her, Zahra did not waste her time in getting to the castle. Although she had taken the long way around, she still wanted to arrive at a reasonable time, so she sped through the lands almost as quickly as she could, a pulse in her chest that acted like her heart thumping rapidly as she went.
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