Young Meta Knight Chapter 1

“Sir Metaknight, I’ve always wondered: why did everything happen the way it did? I’m pretty sure that it wasn’t coincidence that I grew wings exactly five years after I got here. Can you tell me anything?” asked Kirby.

“Yes, Kirby, it is true, it is no coincidence that you became more mature and gained the ability to speak like us. And it is no coincidence that you grew wings, as well. In fact, let me tell you the story of how I received mine. Or rather, how about I start from the very beginning?”

Chapter 1: Beginning

“Long ago, in this very land, there lived a mighty king and queen. They ruled with great concern for the needs of the people. They were loved by all, and did all they could to help others.

“But what they didn’t know was that a dark force was coming to conquer their land and shatter the peace, starting a new civilzation with him as the king.

“He had been working for eight years on a project. He was attempting to create the ultimate supersoldier, an indestructible force. Many times he had failed to create something unbeatable.

“Finally, in his rage, he released all his anger. And in that spur of frustration, he created the very opposite of what he had hoped to create. A small, pink, spherical creature was formed. The man – persay, not really a man, a wraith of sorts – was disgusted at how something so innocent-looking could be the physical manifestation of his anger.

“But when he was about to destroy it, something happened. The creature broke free of its restraints and began to inhale everything in the room, like an infinite vacuum. The dark creature was amazed at the power he had created, and began to test its other abilities.

“Through many tests, the wraith realized that his creation was capable of flight by inflating itself like a balloon. It could also take what it had inhaled and spit it back as a high-speed projectile.

“But the most intriguing aspect of his creation was that it could inhale its enemies, and then copy their special talents. The wraith sent his best creations after the creature. Time and time again, the creature proved to be just what he wanted – indestructible. He gave it a name, appropriate to its simple appearance – the kirby.

“So the wraith began his work. Creating an entire army of the creatures by physically manifesting his anger, over and over again. It was very tiring and could take hours just to create one. And every time he created one, he had to wait before he could do it again, giving the new kirbies plenty to time to go get settled into his army and be assigned a number. He created hundreds of them.

“But then, one by one, the wraith’s soldiers began to change. They each began wings at five years of age. They became more sentient. They turned on him, one by one, all starting with the first kirby.

“Now, because of the metamorphosis that occurred, the kirbies began to call themselves “metas” instead, obviously derived from the word “metamorphosis”. Of course, there was a transformation to the mind, as well, and it caused the metas to think more independently. Finally, when a group of metas escaped from the diety and began a rebellion, everything changed.

“The wraith was enraged at the transformation and rebellion. So he decided that each time a kirby turned into a meta, he would lock them up to prevent an escape. And that is where the story begins…”

YOUNG METAKNIGHT

“Hey, 621! Can I get a hand over here?” yelled out a kirby in the kirbies’ odd, undecipherable dialect. “Sure! Just let me finish this!” replied the addressed Kirby 621. He blew dust off of the spearhead he had been sanding to a point.

621 was just an everyday kirby. Small, round, and made for the army of kirbies. He had blue skin, and dark magenta feet. His eyes were pure white, a common trait for the darker-colored kirbies, and was wearing a small bronze armor plate on his left shoulder.
621 walked over to the kirby that had addressed him. It was his friend, 619, a red kirby with orange feet. “Hey, where’s 620?” he asked. “Beats me,” replied 619. “Well, what do you need help with?” asked 621. 619 gestured to a large crate that he was attempting to load onto a large wagon for transport. 621 put his back against it and pushed with all his strength. 619 did the same.

Soon the crate was lashed down into place. “Okay, 720, she’s ready!” yelled out 619. The wagon began to move forward. 621 watched it wheel down the path.

“Alright, 619, what’s next?” asked 621. 619 held up a list. “Nothing. That was today’s last shipment to the palace,” he replied. “Good. My feet are killing me,” said 621.

The two trudged back to the fort. As they walked across the bridge, 621 stared up at the setting sun as it dropped past the top of the waterfall. “You know, 619, despite you and I being metaphorical fuel for evil, this job isn’t that bad,” he said. “Well, it’s all we’ve got. And I doubt Nightmare would ever let us leave and lead normal lives,” replied 619.