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[#300] of old folktales and the future (Kirby Right Back At Ya!)
Theme Prompt: #300 - Ceremony
Title: of old folktales and the future
Fandom: Kirby (particularly, Kirby Right Back At Ya (the anime) blended with Kirby's Nightmare in Dream Land)
Rating/Warnings: PG / Allusions to Team Kirby Clash Deluxe, takes place long prior to this but after this in the Mahoroa of the Stars AU.
Word Count: 1000 words
Bonus: Nah
Author's Note: This one's actually a very brief look into my weird Kirby AU's deeper lore, something I haven't yet explored in any posted public writing 'till this challenge inspired me. Also to a degree a lot of fatherly Meta Knight fics I've read recently led to... uh.. this lol.
Summary: While returning the Star Rod to the Fountain of Dreams a week after the fall of Nightmare Enterprises, Kirby decides to test out a ritual from a story of his newly minted dad's old culture. It ends up scaring him..
--
The air feels thin in the nearly too bright altar that Kirby flies up to, dropping into the Fountain of Dreams’ waters to rest after his flapping for almost three hours to get up from Dreamland. Kirby softly sighs, wobbling forward until he can get up to the centerpiece, and he hops up, spitting out the Star Rod and placing it back in its home.
– “There is a place above all of Dreamland where our Star Rod used to rest, before Nightmare’s conquests. Its waters rain upon the planet, to protect our minds and hearts from corruptive influences like nightmares.”
The puffling drops back into the water, and his eyes sparkle with the stars when he sees the Fountain stir with pure dream magic, staring in awe of it all as it splashes across even himself.
“Poyo..!”
Kirby giggles, idly drifting around as the waters naturally jostle him, not unlike the ocean currents of Dreamland’s local shores below the Fountain. Meta’s voice rings in his mind as his floating slows, and his eyes turn up to the glittering night sky of Popstar’s solar system.
– “That beautiful place was important to my father’s mage convent. They used to have pufflings like you float in the waters and sleep. It was a ritual – one to determine their fates by the first true dream the Fountain gives them.” The knight had told this story mostly for him, given Maho was busy and Fumu was already home and asleep, it was a sort of prep work for the journey and also just his father figure sharing old cultural folktales. “The Star Rod managed the magic. All we had to do was let it.” –
Kirby wiggles a little more, cooing at the comfortably cool temperature of the water, but after all the puffing, he’s pretty tuckered out.. A part of the heroic puffling wonders if Meta’s story is really true – if Star Warriors figured out their fate by sleeping in the same place he wants to now.
“Pyui..” Kirby settles a bit, letting his nubs and feet spread out, like how Bun floats in water. With a yawn, his eyes slide shut, with more ease than usual.
–
Kirby blinks open his eyes, but he is moving so fast, and he screams, stars spinning across his vision as he too spins. Before he can beg for any of it to stop, he startles as hands grab his nubs just in time, Halcandran gloves, he knows that because they float, with no arms.
Sapphires. He knows the sapphires on the edges of the gloves.
They fling him again, but he hears a voice.
“Kaabii, we’ve got you! Here, Dedede, you get him back onboard the Sparkler!”
Dedede’s a more familiar face, but piloting something that looks like a super modified Warp Star, and yet Kirby’s mind can only focus on the voice, the sapphires. Their owner sounded .. kinda like Maho..
But older, far more like Meta somehow if the accent was tinged the way of Yamikage. An odd mix of things that feels like it is walking the razor line between comforting and haunting.
Kirby lands in Dedede’s now more trustable flippers, but not facing the weird king of Dreamland, instead facing something that twists and gurgles as it floats back up. It is massive, like Nightmare was, and scaled wings like glassy monuments burst from places where arms go, a fierce cry hurting Kirby’s sense of hearing.
Kirby has no idea what the stars that creature is.
And yet..
The new but familiar Halcandran knows, he just.. feels that. Kirby only sees the man’s eyes and wrinkles, but he immediately knows this has to be someone in Maho’s family back home.
So why those hands the ones that held him here–
Kirby blinks, and the battlefield is gone, the Fountain and the sensation of water being the replacement for all he just felt. He’s shaking, yet the water is still the same as how it was when he had fallen asleep.
Kirby curls in the water for a moment, unsure of the frightening dream he just saw. A fight, stars unsettlingly familiar, the hands.. The last time he saw the hands was in his first ever dream before he crashed on Popstar, shortly before he met Maho for the first time..
…
Later, Kirby draws, and rushes to Meta’s apartment in Castle Dedede, the images in his head put on paper courtesy of the Paint ability just to be sure.
“Meda-poy.. Had dream-pyo,” Kirby explains, waving his full nubs at his tired father figure. “Sleep in water, poyo..”
The sleepy knight’s eyes turn green as he hops off the low bed to come look. “Kirby.. It is three in the morning, little one. Had you really done the ritual I told you of..?”
“Bad dream-pyo.. Saw hands..” Kirby insists, shoving the drawings in Meta’s masked face. Meta doesn’t say anything, but his eyes change color again, to a dark blue mixed with the usual green.. After a few more seconds, Meta places the drawings down and hops back on the bed, this time opening a part for Kirby, who hops on in too.
“I am sorry your True First Dream was.. frightening, Kirby. They were said to.. always vary, when I was younger.” Kirby frowns as Meta produces his wings, wrapping them around the two. “My own was scary as well..”
“Who .. monster-pyo? And the hands..?”
Meta doesn’t answer, but from the eye color remaining the same and the soul-link, Kirby .. quickly thinks he probably won’t ask that again. He must have scared his father figure..
“Sleep-pyo now, poyo?” Kirby asks, his voice already getting sleepy with the makeshift wing nest Meta has made.
“Yes, little one. You know, when.. when these dreams happen, you can come here, okay? You are safe here.”
Kirby nods, glad for Meta’s offer, but he is getting sleepier by the minute from the mad dash.. Soon after, he sleeps, unaware that Meta is quietly relieved the subject was dropped quickly.
Title: of old folktales and the future
Fandom: Kirby (particularly, Kirby Right Back At Ya (the anime) blended with Kirby's Nightmare in Dream Land)
Rating/Warnings: PG / Allusions to Team Kirby Clash Deluxe, takes place long prior to this but after this in the Mahoroa of the Stars AU.
Word Count: 1000 words
Bonus: Nah
Author's Note: This one's actually a very brief look into my weird Kirby AU's deeper lore, something I haven't yet explored in any posted public writing 'till this challenge inspired me. Also to a degree a lot of fatherly Meta Knight fics I've read recently led to... uh.. this lol.
Summary: While returning the Star Rod to the Fountain of Dreams a week after the fall of Nightmare Enterprises, Kirby decides to test out a ritual from a story of his newly minted dad's old culture. It ends up scaring him..
--
The air feels thin in the nearly too bright altar that Kirby flies up to, dropping into the Fountain of Dreams’ waters to rest after his flapping for almost three hours to get up from Dreamland. Kirby softly sighs, wobbling forward until he can get up to the centerpiece, and he hops up, spitting out the Star Rod and placing it back in its home.
– “There is a place above all of Dreamland where our Star Rod used to rest, before Nightmare’s conquests. Its waters rain upon the planet, to protect our minds and hearts from corruptive influences like nightmares.”
The puffling drops back into the water, and his eyes sparkle with the stars when he sees the Fountain stir with pure dream magic, staring in awe of it all as it splashes across even himself.
“Poyo..!”
Kirby giggles, idly drifting around as the waters naturally jostle him, not unlike the ocean currents of Dreamland’s local shores below the Fountain. Meta’s voice rings in his mind as his floating slows, and his eyes turn up to the glittering night sky of Popstar’s solar system.
– “That beautiful place was important to my father’s mage convent. They used to have pufflings like you float in the waters and sleep. It was a ritual – one to determine their fates by the first true dream the Fountain gives them.” The knight had told this story mostly for him, given Maho was busy and Fumu was already home and asleep, it was a sort of prep work for the journey and also just his father figure sharing old cultural folktales. “The Star Rod managed the magic. All we had to do was let it.” –
Kirby wiggles a little more, cooing at the comfortably cool temperature of the water, but after all the puffing, he’s pretty tuckered out.. A part of the heroic puffling wonders if Meta’s story is really true – if Star Warriors figured out their fate by sleeping in the same place he wants to now.
“Pyui..” Kirby settles a bit, letting his nubs and feet spread out, like how Bun floats in water. With a yawn, his eyes slide shut, with more ease than usual.
–
Kirby blinks open his eyes, but he is moving so fast, and he screams, stars spinning across his vision as he too spins. Before he can beg for any of it to stop, he startles as hands grab his nubs just in time, Halcandran gloves, he knows that because they float, with no arms.
Sapphires. He knows the sapphires on the edges of the gloves.
They fling him again, but he hears a voice.
“Kaabii, we’ve got you! Here, Dedede, you get him back onboard the Sparkler!”
Dedede’s a more familiar face, but piloting something that looks like a super modified Warp Star, and yet Kirby’s mind can only focus on the voice, the sapphires. Their owner sounded .. kinda like Maho..
But older, far more like Meta somehow if the accent was tinged the way of Yamikage. An odd mix of things that feels like it is walking the razor line between comforting and haunting.
Kirby lands in Dedede’s now more trustable flippers, but not facing the weird king of Dreamland, instead facing something that twists and gurgles as it floats back up. It is massive, like Nightmare was, and scaled wings like glassy monuments burst from places where arms go, a fierce cry hurting Kirby’s sense of hearing.
Kirby has no idea what the stars that creature is.
And yet..
The new but familiar Halcandran knows, he just.. feels that. Kirby only sees the man’s eyes and wrinkles, but he immediately knows this has to be someone in Maho’s family back home.
So why those hands the ones that held him here–
Kirby blinks, and the battlefield is gone, the Fountain and the sensation of water being the replacement for all he just felt. He’s shaking, yet the water is still the same as how it was when he had fallen asleep.
Kirby curls in the water for a moment, unsure of the frightening dream he just saw. A fight, stars unsettlingly familiar, the hands.. The last time he saw the hands was in his first ever dream before he crashed on Popstar, shortly before he met Maho for the first time..
…
Later, Kirby draws, and rushes to Meta’s apartment in Castle Dedede, the images in his head put on paper courtesy of the Paint ability just to be sure.
“Meda-poy.. Had dream-pyo,” Kirby explains, waving his full nubs at his tired father figure. “Sleep in water, poyo..”
The sleepy knight’s eyes turn green as he hops off the low bed to come look. “Kirby.. It is three in the morning, little one. Had you really done the ritual I told you of..?”
“Bad dream-pyo.. Saw hands..” Kirby insists, shoving the drawings in Meta’s masked face. Meta doesn’t say anything, but his eyes change color again, to a dark blue mixed with the usual green.. After a few more seconds, Meta places the drawings down and hops back on the bed, this time opening a part for Kirby, who hops on in too.
“I am sorry your True First Dream was.. frightening, Kirby. They were said to.. always vary, when I was younger.” Kirby frowns as Meta produces his wings, wrapping them around the two. “My own was scary as well..”
“Who .. monster-pyo? And the hands..?”
Meta doesn’t answer, but from the eye color remaining the same and the soul-link, Kirby .. quickly thinks he probably won’t ask that again. He must have scared his father figure..
“Sleep-pyo now, poyo?” Kirby asks, his voice already getting sleepy with the makeshift wing nest Meta has made.
“Yes, little one. You know, when.. when these dreams happen, you can come here, okay? You are safe here.”
Kirby nods, glad for Meta’s offer, but he is getting sleepier by the minute from the mad dash.. Soon after, he sleeps, unaware that Meta is quietly relieved the subject was dropped quickly.