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D3stiny_Sm4sher Ninji                  Since: 02-04-06 From: Searching for t3h g4t3... Last post: 6341 days Last view: 6341 days |
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| This fic is the core of all of my fics--it's the base which the others are built off of.
Basically, this fic is one huge mash of crossovers, kind of like Kingdom Hearts (except I started this before KH was conceived, and it's a lot more complex). However, I'm not doing this crossover for the sake of crossovers. I try to make sure there is a decent amount of sense and purpose to it all. Suffice it to say, you're in for a lot of surprises. The story starts off focusing on a small group of characters, but eventually branches out as the whole story begins to unfurl. In this fic, you never know who you'll meet next. 
Enjoy. Here is the unfinished prologue, which I started a few years after starting the story itself.  I haven't quite finished it yet, but...
~*~*~*~*~* The Destinia Saga… Quest for Destiny! Where All Worlds Share the Same Sky… Prologue: (Untitled) “Faith.” The skies were a sullen shade of gray as somber stratus clouds slowly willed themselves over the horizon, unrelenting. The heavens were on the verge of tears as thunder rolled across the vast plains and the chilling breeze nipped at the soul. The putrid scent of death in the air was ignored as that icy zephyr caressed the battlefield, tingling the spine and tickling the mind. It was in that brief moment that he couldn’t hear the terrible screams, the decrepit moans, the clashing of steel and iron, or the hissing of flames. The pungent smell of blood was erased by the clean wind. All he could see, smell, hear or feel was his beloved King, Caelum Kooparius. “You need to put more faith in the Stars, Kamek,” his crisp, bold voice announced sternly, his blazing eyes of sapphire scanning the treacherous landscape of ashen grass and clashing weapons. “The Stars?” muttered a flabbergasted Kamek. “Faith?” Tossing his arms in furious frustration, the Magikoopa, a loyal vizier to the King, impatiently agonized through Caelum's prattling. “Indeed,” the noble-hearted goliath persisted, drawing a sharp breath through his razor teeth. “If it were not for my faith in the Stars, I would not be here today. I believe in them now just as I did years ago. They have given me everything I could ever want and more. I owe this to them.” “Nonsense!” hissed the magician from within his sky-blue cloak. “You are too humble, My Liege. It was determination and hard work that brought you to where you are.” “Believe what you will,” Caelum concluded with frigid resolve. “The Stars are indeed powerless without us; together, however, we can achieve the impossible.” The sincere words of the admirable king seeped through the thin cracks in Kamek’s mind, trickling into the deepest tributaries of his private thoughts. Caelum’s eagle eyes watched over the massive melee before him, his long, dry hair bobbing in waves of prickly orange strands as the cold air swept by. A voice as soft as velvet shattered the tranquil moment and brought with it the battle cries of the war at hand. “The time has come.” The queen’s sullen words shredded through their conversation like a butter knife through a steak, being forced upon them with great effort. The two scaly men brought their attention to the queen of the Koopa Kingdom, Terra Kooparius. The emerald gems she possessed for eyes burned with a dire doubt. “Where are the Marios?” bellowed Caelum, his stone stature deteriorating. “They are here, Caelum,” answered the queen as she pointed a quivering finger to two bruised humans that were staggering in their direction. The giant ox of a man helped his tall and slender wife traverse the carcasses of fallen soldiers, escaping the ravaging phalanxes behind them. “Maria! Antonio!” bellowed the majestic Kooparius king as the human couple clambered up the steep hill he stood upon. “How are our forces holding?” “Uh, issa no lookin-a so good,” reported the big-nosed, brazen man. His Italian accent highlighted his unique nationality, considering that Italy didn’t exist on this planet. “Iffa we keep-a goin’ like-a dees, we’s-a gonna be-a sheet outta luck.” His brunette wife added, “Our soldiers are being destroyed by the Sprite Fighters.” Her bruised arm was wrapped around the hairy bicep of her lover in a melancholy attempt to ease him. There was a pregnant pause as the king contemplated, all eyes upon his insightful exp “I have a plan.” Caelum’s words cut through the thick cloud of apocalyptic dread that clung to every inch of every body. A plan from Caelum Kooparius was as dependable as a ten-foot tall bodyguard that carried around a rocket launcher. It could either prove to be an invincible shield, or it could blow up in one's face. “What-a we gonna do?” Antonio demanded, his thick, bristly brows hanging over his dull, navy-blue eyes. His demeanor and tone let the king know that whatever the plan was, he was willing to go with it. Antonio scratched at his bushy, almost shimmering mustache as he focused his mind on the task at hand. “We have to destroy the Hand,” the king put it simply, running a set of claws through the orange needles he had for hair with a sigh. “If the Hand is dead, so, too, are his soldiers.” There was a shared disbelief throughout the congregation, and another solemn break in the conversation was the result. Terra shifted her way to her husband, placing a tender, scaly hand upon his shoulder. “How are we going to do that?” she inquired, her voice soft and quiet enough so only Caelum could hear. She knew just as well as he how dangerous a task this plan of his would be, and how nearly impossible it was. “In order to kill him, we have to confront him—face to face.” Caelum slammed his fist into his palm firmly, nodding his head with unbridled confidence. After a brief silence littered with trepidation, Antonio interrupted, “Don’t-a you mean, hand-a to hand?” Caelum shook his head slowly and sighed at the intrepid sense of humor his friend possessed. He couldn’t stop the tiniest of grins from crawling across his face, even at a time this. Antonio could take a funeral and turn it into a ‘going away’ party. Somehow, Antonio Mario, a stranger in a strange land, could squeeze a laugh out of anything. “I mean-a, he’s-a no gotta face,” Antonio rambled on jokingly, palms in the air. He received no chuckles at his effort to crack the seriousness of the situation. He was taking a sledgehammer to a diamond. “Which means he must be more handsome than you are,” Maria, his wife, chuckled, prodding at his bulbous nose playfully. Maria kept her husband on level ground as best she could, as he often lost his mind in clouds. Terra acted as a counter-weight to her husband's similar behavior, and both wives loved their husbands because of their tendency to rocket their mind out of the atmosphere. “My Lord,” Kamek interjected with haste, presenting himself before the king. “I will do whatever can be done to assist you. My life is yours to command.” He dipped his body down in a loyal bow, fist pressed into his chest. Caelum’s eyes glowed with appreciation, and he nodded slowly. “Kamek, you have served us well. If what you say is true, then I have a favor to ask: if something happens to us...—” Kamek’s face grew paler as his sentence went on. “—I ask that you, our son’s godfather, watch over our beloved Bowser and see to it that he grows into a fine man worthy of the noble Kooparius name.” Kamek, aghast, sputtered out, “Wh-wh-why, of course, My Liege...B-but, surely, y-you don’t think—” “Does it matter what I think?” Caelum responded sternly, his eyes as sharp as spears. An iced silence followed fell over them like snow. “We are at war, Kamek,” Terra reminded him sullenly. “Our safety cannot be guaranteed, and we cannot sit and watch our kingdom fall. As we speak, lives are being lost.” “I’m coming to lend you my aid,” Kamek insisted with adamantine resolve. “You can’t,” Terra disagreed, appalled at the idea. “We need you in case—” “If I help, the likelihood of such an outcome will fall.” “Let him come,” the king suggested. “But when we tell you to leave, you leave—understood?” The blue-garbed magician nodded his head quickly and adjusted his silver goggles. Their shimmering surface concealed his eyes from the world. “All right. It’s time to go.” With those words, King Caelum led his four companions down the crimson-spotted hill, the thick and putrid smell of rotting flesh soaring at them, riding upon the undying winds. Severed, blood-soaked limbs, decapitated bodies...The seemingly endless array of eviscerated soldiers had no pathway for them to follow as they hiked toward the ominous, shifting shadow that loomed over the battlefield, obscuring the remaining sunlight that struggled to descend upon the grassy hills. The metamorphosing darkness was the result of two titanic fists locked in combat in the freezing skies above. A small eternity of hiking passed, the horrendous images refusing to let up for a single moment. That thirty-minute walk through hell on Stellon would never leave Kamek’s mind for all of his days, the mess of bloody, petrified faces engraved into his brain just as firmly as the faces of his own family, who, for all he knew, were amongst them. The thought of his beloved sister being slaughtered in such a brutal fashion was enough to shove him across the line of insanity, though he was too afraid to be budged from his current state of mind as his aching legs continued to push him and push him up one hill after another. Every single sense, including his sixth, was dulled by the never-ending barrage of death. At last, they reached their final destination. By now, the epic duel of the Hands had been calmed, at least for the time being. The angelic left Hand of silver had backed off from its opponent, who remained at his post to oversee his soldiers annihilating the combined efforts of many kingdoms, all cooperating to push back the restless destruction that this heartless force of the dark sought to bring upon them. Though the black Hand had no face nor eyes of any kind, Kamek knew that it was watching their every move, keeping tabs on every breath they took and every step they made. It was waiting for them. Upon their advent at the final hill’s peak, the Hand of shadows eerily drifted downward, his faceless army shredding all that opposed him below. Witnessing the destruction firsthand in the heart of the conflict, Kamek desperately kept his sights fixated on the target above that was quickly descending. He could feel his heart slowing as it morphed into an icy lump at the sight of this supernatural reaper of life. His awed daze was ended quite abruptly, as a voice shot out at him like a bolt of lighting. He didn’t know who it was that had shouted it, nor did it matter at that point, as the enormous, fingered shadow was descending upon them, threatening to mash their bodies into the ground without hesitation. “RUN!” He could feel his body skip off the ground as his arm was nearly ripped from its socket by a muscular, clawed hand. As soon as his brain booted back up, his feet started to move, and he managed to escape the doom of being driven into the ground like a nail from a sledgehammer. Some of the nearby soldiers did not happen to share Kamek’s fortune, and were massacred. Blood splattered into the air like red mud, and Kamek gaped in revulsion as the Hand of darkness slowly rose, flesh, organs, and bones still stuck to its palm. The sight of these substances being slowly absorbed into the ghastly phantom like water to a sponge, combined with the nauseating smells and sounds, was enough to cause Kamek to heave out a good pint of vomit or so. The violent world around him swarmed his brain like a hurricane, jumbling his thoughts and emotions and chucking them in every direction. Once again, things pieced back together. Suddenly, the Koopa king and queen were before him, and the Mario couple was attacking the goliath appendage with ferocity that their appearances disguised. Mr. Mario was stabbing its fingers using a sword made entirely of flames—he most likely summoned it while Kamek was in a daze, though Kamek couldn’t say with full certainty, his mind maimed. Mrs. Mario was calling the ground beneath to tremble violently, and chunks of rocks and dirt from the planet below came rushing up to batter the Hand from beneath. The two Koopa leaders had been waiting for a good opportunity to launch their own assault, and when the Hand of shadows was distracted by the Marios, they locked arms and leapt into the air. (Incomplete) ~*~*~*~*~* Here's Chapter 1. ~*~*~*~*~* The Destinia Saga... Quest for Destiny! Chapter 1- Midnight Bandit It was a clear, frigid night as the Magikoopa whizzed through the twilight air. It was quite a cold night, indeed, the air almost freezing his nose as it soared past his pudgy face. The ominous moon was near full off in the sky, and it was large behind him in vast the dark blue. The sky was cloudless and serene. He hadn't been on a good flight for ages. But on this night, he had a purpose. He knew that the Gold Egg had to do something, and he wanted it badly. "Nothing like a midnight flight..." he muttered to himself, relaxed. Over the scenic island he flew, and he cackled when he thought of what he'd do to Raptalcon and his family when he stole that egg. The pure look of fear and surprise on their faces would make him jump with glee. His mind was averted to his current situation as he leaned his broom down to land behind a shop in the main square of the village. He carefully hid his broom beside an old wooden crate among many leaned up on the building's side, stocked with fruit, weapons, armor, and medicine. A sly, merry grin spread across him as his wand was drawn from its place beneath his sky blue cloak. He had been able to recover some magical attributes over the years he had studied while trapped in the castle's underside, and although he knew many spells, they never seemed to work, oddly enough. Maybe he was getting too old? No. He immediately dismissed the thought. He needed a better source of magic than an ancient piece of Star Stone. The mystical powers of this rock could be immense, but this particular one was old and worn, like the Magikoopa who wielded it. He knew that the Gold Egg had to have magical potential, and lots of it. He knew it. Magic knows magic, and he could feel the power tingle within him at the mere thought of the treasure. He cautiously peered around the walls of the store to see two guards clad in gear standing before the main gates, their eyes stone cold and alert. That would change soon enough. He had brought a few things to help him out, of course. And, like always, Kamek had a backup plan should they fail. He carefully scooped out something from a pocket within his massive cloak, each small chamber concealing something new and potentially dangerous. When his hand came back out to the chilly night air, it was grasping a tube. The container looked similar to that of one of toothpaste. On it were the words, 'Repel Gel.' Silently, he unscrewed the plastic cap and squeezed an application's worth of the clear gel into his scaly palm. As it was lathered upon only his hands, the gel started to take full effect, making his whole body and clothes gain the attribute of a ghost: invisible and transparent. After a couple of seconds of getting used to this transformation, Kamek started to stealthily slink toward the main gate of the minor castle that was before him. The piercing eyes of the Yoshi guards flew through him, and Kamek felt confident that this was going to work perfectly. They were two rough, surly males. One was purple, and one black. They both had equipped a shield and sword. The shield was of a classic shape, with a giant Yoshi egg painted on its front. The sword was a sharp, broad blade that glinted in the moon and had a red hilt. Kamek slipped out his invisible wand from beneath a similarly transparent garment as he noticed the noses of the two gruffly guards starting to pick up an odd odor in the night air. Catching the guards by surprise, he threw his arm forth and whispered out, "Hypnotic Dust." As these words were called, a cloud of thick, black powder floated outward from the wand's tip, and as it gracefully drifted to the ground, so did the two Yoshies, sound asleep. Snickering with a humor that had been in hiatus for what felt like ages, the Magikoopa gleefully swung open the giant red doors, their squeaking surprisingly soft for being so big. "Stupid dinosaurs..." he muttered to himself, still finding the two guards amusing. The dark interiors of the castle greeted him next, and he smiled yet again. Everything was so neat and tidy. The red carpet that led down the large room to the next, the paintings all aligned along the walls, and The floors...They had immaculate tiles with all kinds of inscriptions upon them. The air was clean and fresh. It had been a long while since last he had visited here... But what he was here for now was much more important. He snuck through the halls, and darted through the doors. Using his Hypnotic Dust here and there, he was granted easy access to the hallway where they rested--the king, the queen, and their child. This darkened hallway was slightly lit by the open windows on its left side. The floor had another nice, neat carpet along it, with gold trimming. To his right, about ten feet forward, was a door. This door led to the prince's bedroom. The door was open at the moment, and some dim light filtered through the crack in the door. Kamek sighed deeply. The prince always had to stay up late to play his accursed video games, didn't he? That meddling brat would be taught a lesson soon enough. But Kamek couldn't dare attack now. It was useless, he knew. The King and Queen could overpower him easily in this weaker state he was in. Besides, he couldn't use his magic to kill those too pure of heart. Not yet, at least. But with time...he would gain power. If he had enough dark power, it could counter attack the positive energies of those he despised. And then those three....They would be gone. And he could win in a heartbeat against the whole of Yoshi's Island. (Ha,) he laughed at himself with his thoughts. (Yoshi's Island? If all goes as I wish, Yoshi's Island will seem like a small brass watch amongst a pharoh's treasure...) Taking a quick glance into the room, Kamek noted the three beings within, all wide awake: Yoshi, Tarts, and Fireball. These names he had loathed with a passion since their births seventeen before. He had kept track of them with his magic over the years, and he knew they were weak now, but if he waited too long to challenge them...they could ruin everything. This was why the plan had to be perfect. And it nearly was. Step one was about to take place. ~*~*~*~*~* The door to Yoshi's bedroom slowly squeaked open, and a green head poked out to glance down the dark, moonlit hallways with wonder. A knot balled up in his stomach, but he saw nothing odd, nor heard anything. His nose couldn't pick up the scent of anything out of the ordinary. A sweet, soft voice called to him in a near whisper. "Yoshi..?" What's wrong?" The concern of the tone brought the creature's attention back to his room. "Uh..." He hesitated a moment. "...Nothin'. I just...thought there was somebody out in the hallway," he replied with an edge of weariness in his words as he slowly closed the red door and returned to the comfort of his room. Perhaps he had been staying up too late these past few nights? "Yea, right," a sarcastic voice answered. "You're just stalling time because I'M kickin' your ass at Smash Brothers Melee!!" the dialogue accused. "That's not it!" Yoshi protested back. His red friend nodded with a roll of the eyes. This red Yoshi, a wild card, went by the name of Fireball. "Yeaa..." he said slyly, continuing his sarcasm. That same voice that had been sweet and soft just moments before boiled a bit at her red friend. "Would you shut up already, Fireball?" she growled irritably. She was Tarts, Yoshi's other best friend. She was a cute pink Yoshi admired for her beauty by many a guy at school, and sought after for her feisty temper and sweet compassion. Fireball smugly added, "And you're saying THAT because I'm kickin' your Ice Climber ass, too!" The environment of the room was warm and inviting. Posters were hung upon the dark red walls, with images of legends known far and wide. An elvish Hylian swordsman with a green cap...A galactic bounty hunter who adorned a metallic suit of armor...A muscular monkey with a red tie with the letters 'DK' printed on it...A stern, strong willed fox with a laser blaster in hand...And a sort of pudgy man with a thick black mustache and a red hat known far amd wide all over the young dinosaur's world. There were plastic figures topping the shelves, which jutted out of the wall, and other various knicks and knacks. Two big beds lay on opposite sides of the room, adjacent to the door, while straight ahead of the entrance was a wide, open space with a TV leaned up against the wall. One bed was for guests, and one was for the prince himself. Both blankets were covered with egg patterns of all colors. And right now, it was the middle of the night, and the three good friends were playing a game of Melee on the television. As Yoshi slid in place on the soft carpet between his buddies, he grabbed his Gamecube controller tightly and returned to the game. It felt good to battle his friends without literally being hurt. The match upon the set was that between Yoshi, playing as himself, Tarts, playing as the Ice Climbers, and Fireball, playing as Mario. Fireball was in the lead by two stock, while his fellows both had one. "I just have this weird feeling in my stomach..." Yoshi moaned, his gut in slight pain. Tarts stopped concentrating a moment and nodded to him in a agreement. "Yea, I know. Me, too. But...I guess maybe I'm just hungry..." she muttered. Her lack of attention gave her away to her opponent Fireball, who slammed her Ice Climbers away from the Hyrule Temple stage with a fiery Smash Attack. Yoshi, as well, was sent spiraling downward from Mario's Meteor Smash just seconds later as a result of his weariness. "This game's winner is....MARIO!" a deep voice announced from the television. "HA!" Fireball smirked, raising his arms in triumph. Tarts argued bitterly, "If we were playing Mario Kart 64, I'd SO beat you!" Fireball nodded he was expecting that to come up. "This ain't Mario Kart, girl. That's prissy stuff," he told her coolly. She frowned hardly. "What do you mean 'prissy'? What's THAT supposed to mean? Are you saying I'm a wimp?!" she demanded, almost standing up. "Hm! It's not SUPPOSED to mean anything! It's fact! You ARE a wimp!" he laughed back. Yoshi slapped his platinum Wavebird down to the carpet with a roll of the eyes. Yep. Perfect timing... "Guys..." he moaned amidst their quarrel. They ignored him, so he repeated louder and clearer. When they stopped, he informed them in an annoyed voice, "It's two in the morning! My parents said we could stay up if we were QUIET..." The two blinked embarrassingly for a moment, until Fireball spat out immaturely, "Well, she started it." Tarts had a look of disbelief on her face as she turned to him and demanded, "What are YOU talking about?" With a deep sigh, Yoshi retreated to his bed and sat there a moment. He noticed a framed picture on his black nightstand, and scooped it up in his green palms. It was a picture taken weeks ago, of him and ten of his good Yoshi friends. His face let out a warm smile while his two buddies spat insults at each other. His friends, indeed. If only they didn't act so much like babies sometimes... But he knew he could always count on them...They would always be there for him, as he would for them. Yoshi was quite confident in this concept. ~*~*~*~*~* Kamek was a little shaky after Yoshi had peered out to see what was wrong, but he was still invisible, so he remained undetected. It was a good thing he had sprayed himself with some strawberry perfume he stole shortly after he had entered...A good Yoshi nose could've picked him out easily. But now that the runt had returned to his room, the magician could slip down the hall further. If he was caught, the King and Queen Yoshi could easily take him out. He wasn't strong enough just yet to wage battles with those pure-hearted; they could definitely defeat him in a wink right now. That's what the Golden Egg was for... If his assumptions were correct, the Gold Egg contained massive amounts of magical power, but there was only one way to find out: by breaking it open. Breaking it open had proved to be difficult for those dinos, but how hard could it be for a Magikoopa with plenty of years under his cloak? As he silently sneaked by the royal bedroom, its door gleaming and golden, he drew near, and the hall gradually lit up with a dim golden light. He was coming close... Finally, he reached a small, round room, about ten feet in diameter. It seemed to be the top of a small tower connected to the castle. In the center rested a black marble podium with a bowl top. In that 'bowl' sat a Yoshi egg, its surface glittering like the sun. It was about two feet tall, and was light gold all over. Its various splotches were dark gold in color, and the whole surface was perfectly smooth after being polished every day for such a long period of time. With the grin of a little child, the scaly hands of the old coot snatched up that which he sought quite eagerly. He almost collapsed under its weight, as his arms weren't what they used to be, and this egg was quite heavy. The capture complete, he toted his prize to the nearby window, simply a wide gap in the stone walls. When one lived in the tropics, closed windows were barely necessary. However, this night was indeed a more chilly one than Yoshi's Island normally experienced. He peeked out into the night, the many buildings of the town looking back up at him in horror. He cleared his throat and hesitated a moment. Then, he went for it. Lifting his fingers to his mouth, he let out a shrill whistle. Within a couple of seconds, his trusty broom came whizzing to his side, and he was worried for a moment that it would crash into the walls. After its stop, he hastily hopped on, making sure not to drop his new treasure. He instantly scooped out his wand, its sleek metallic handle glinting in the moonlight. With a short wave, the egg levitated from his hands and hovered loyally at his side, and thus the three of them took to the skies, enabling Kamek to ponder a way to open it. With a shout and a wave of the wand, a blast of fire energy collided with the Gold Eggshell, but it barely did anything at all, leaving behind an unscathed Egg. With a grunt, he had to think some more. Perhaps if he used a strong enough combination... As he muttered names of spells, his wand began to glow more and more. Slowly it built up more and more power, until his trembling arm lifted it high enough to blast out the barrage of magic. With a loud cry, an explosion rocked the air, sending out a pulse that seemed to make matter itself unstable. The many bright colors of light from the magical attack bombarded the Golden Eggshell, and this time, it worked like a charm. Shards of gold rained down upon the island below him. He was extremely high up, and the pieces sparkled down upon Yoshi's Island gracefully, each piece going out in a different direction. With a toothy grin, Kamek laughed at what met his eyes next... ~*~*~*~*~* |
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