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Legend of the Seven Lights, Chapter 2

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Yoi-yoi! Haaaah… well, people, as stunned as I am to say it… here is the official beginning to Legend of the Seven Lights. In this one, we’ll introduce a few of the story arcs, but be prepared for MANY more chapters to come. Also, this first saga is called the Frozen Saga, leave it up to you to determine why.

Chapter 2: It Begins With But a Song


NFL Stadium; Detroit, Michigan


The stadium was roaring with thousands of ecstatic fans, all hopping and hollering over their favorite sport: football. The game seemed like a sure win for the Canton Rushers, led by legendary rookie football-player, Ish Taylor. The slim rookie evasively dodged three buff men from the opposing team, the Blitzers, and was about to score another touchdown. But as if out of nowhere, lightning flashed in the sky, and rain started to pour furiously.

“Wuh-oh. Seems we’re getting some bad weather, Chip.” Reporter Nick noticed.

“The sky was clear just a while ago, Nick, I don’t see-” And even more unsurprisingly, a tornado suddenly spiraled onto the field and sucked all of the football-players away.

“Whoooa-WHOOA-WHOOOOAAAA!” The tornado was gone in seconds as flags shot down from the heavens and stuck in the ground. They all bore the image of a smirking white face with long silver hair, which covered the right eye (from our view) and revealed only the furrowed left eye, and evil grin. From atop the stadium, the Man With the Red Eye’s cape blew in the wind, his form shadowed. It lit up for brief moments as lightning flashed, but his body was soon gone with the wind.

Los Angeles, California

A bright and sunny day over Los Angeles. The seas were calm this morning as the sun’s lovely rays glinted off the waves. Just a little off the beach, a class of children in swimwear performed stretches and poses as the water moved with their bodies, mimicking the movements of their teacher, Eva Jackson. “Remember, kids, to learn how to bend water means going with the flow. Aside from having a fairly flexible body, it’s about adjusting to the changes you encounter. True, it’s still a little too early to have any changes, but when that time comes, you’ll have to get those legs stretching.”

“But Ms. Jackson, don’t waterbenders bend better in the nighttime?” a boy asked.

“Yes, but no one wants to go to night school.” Eva smirked. “Plus the water is much warmer in the daytime. But if you practice hard enough, I promise to take you on a fieldtrip to Oceana.” She winked.

“YAAAAY!”

Rocky Mountains

At the same time, Angelie McKenzie was teaching a group of barefoot kids on a flat, large peak of the mountains. “To know how to bend what’s unmovable, you have to be unmovable yourself. When you know how to take hits and not be pushed around, you’ll have the heart as strong as a rock.”

One of the boys pushed down a girl next to him. “HA HA! She fails!”

The girl angrily stomped the ground and sent him flying with a rock-jab. “You FLAIL, Max!”

Angie then trapped the girl in a rock prison. “Come on, guys, be serious. Or you won’t be able to take out Luvbi’s airbending class.”

“Those flyguys are cheaters, anyway!” Max yelled.

“Then it’s important we know how to cheat ‘em down.” Angie winked.

Dusty Desert

“Alright, kids,” Nigel began to his class of firebenders, “the most important thing to know about fire is- YAAH!” A green fire shot his butt and scared him away.

“Outta the way, Boy, they need a REAL lecture.” Fanny stated, marching to his spot. “Alright, kids, here’s a story to motivate ya: the story of two kids, a boy and a girl, who discover their firebending at the same time. During that time, the boy was fairly skilled and powerful with his firebending, but by the time they grew up, the GIRL reached the Logia level first, because SHE took time to hone her skills and get strong. The moral is, no matter how talented the snobby boy was, the girl was sure to beat him. Burn this lesson into your minds, boys.”

“HECK no!” a boy declared. “I’ll kick any girl’s butt! YAAAAH!” A 5-year-old girl burned his rear from behind.

“I hereby bump her to the next level.” Fanny smirked. Nigel sighed and walked away with a look of shame.

On a Sky Island

A group of students stood worriedly on the edge of a cloud, thousands of miles above the earth, as Luvbi floated over the abyss before them. “Pray, let us learn without wetting yonder pants. Air be an element of utmost freedom, having nary a fear of falling and dying a horrible, blood-splattering death.”

The children were shaking in their Greek-style robes.

“Today’s lesson shalt be about defying such gravity, as thou plummet to the very ground and land much safely on thine feet. Now… who wouldst liketh to go first?” She winked.

The others scootched away from a single boy on Luvbi’s left. “Thou!”

“Huh—AAAAAH!” Luvbi forcibly pulled him off the edge with a gust and allowed him to fall. It felt like a dangerous ride at the amusement park, except the danger was all too real, lest he do something. The wind brushed against his face with incredible speed, and he was barely able to open his eyes. He wouldn’t be able to see the coming of his own death, would never be able to stop it. He wondered what that would look like. His bones shattering like glass and his blood shooting miles across the- OH GOD he didn’t wanna think about it! He furiously flailed his arms downward to make a wind barrier, but the wind resistance was too strong against him to do so.

“AaaaaaaAAAAAHH!” And in a flash, his falling ceased, just inches from the solid earth. Luvbi had grabbed the collar of his shirt, looking at his teacher with a sheepish grin. She proceeded to fly him back to the clouds to try again.

Junkyard area

Matthew Dimalanta and his students gathered at a filthy junkyard, the stench unbearable and the skies fogged by yellow clouds. There weren’t very many girls. “So I take it you guys don’t like the smell.” He said. “Fact is, we’re poisonbenders, so we stink too, and people don’t wanna hang out with us. For that reason, we gotta try and make friends, so that way we’ll smell nice, even if it’s other poisonbenders.”

“Huh??” questioned a boy (they’re so dumb X)).

“The whole meaning of poisonbending in a nutshell. But how about, if you master this power, you get to fart all over girls’ tea parties with extra fart power.”

“YAAAAY!” exclaimed the boys, and two tomboys.

Sunset hill

In a region that was always twilight, Virginia Stork stretched her shadow for miles and miles beyond the sunset, but her dark-clothed students could only go a fourth of that way. “Come on, dudes, you’re not gonna be able to scare people with a puny shadow.”

“Miss Sims, is it true that a lot of shadowbenders kill their selves?” a little girl asked.

“Naaah, of course not! Timebenders do that. Too bad Danika isn’t here, though; she’s the expert. But listen guys, keep it up, and I’ll introduce you to some really awesome music!” She inhaled and blew smoke from a cigarette.

Philippines; behind Roxas Elementary

Mikaela Chariton sat cross-legged in midair as her students successfully did the same. “Yaaaaay you’re doing it!” she grinned. “I’m an excellent teacher! Now, let’s see if we can fly!”

“Miss Mika, when will you teach us how to make Imaginary Friends?” a girl asked.

“Hehe, I’m not lookin’ to give you headaches, kids. I’ve only made a few, but this friend of mine is REALLY good at it! Her name’s Morgan, and she’s a psychic legend!”

“Where is Miss Morgan?” she asked with a smile.

“Oh, she’s kinda got a job right now. But maybe I’ll invite ’er over when she has time!” she grinned. “Alright, now who thinks they can fly as high as those clouds?”

“ME, ME!” a boy perked up. Focusing skyward, he imagined himself levitating—“AAAAAAAAAHHHH…” a little too high…

“Imagine a reverse-parachute for yourself!”

St. Kilgore’s Graveyard

“And last but not least, fearbending.” Katie began.

“Um… what?” questioned a boy.

“Nothing. The thing is, Fear is a difficult element to master, ‘cause it involves getting scared a lot and facing a lot of conflict, and no one wants that. But it’s a lot easier to master when you show no fear. Just look in the face of danger without so much as blinking, and in time, that danger will fear you. Just ask my friend Mandy, wherever the heck she is on her pirating adventure. Now who wants to meet my friend, Cookie Monster?”

“COOKIIIIEEE!” A large, blue-furred Cookie Monster with horns shot up from behind them.

“AAAAAHHH!” the kids cowered away in seconds.

“…You say they would take me to Monster Ball!”

“Ask someone else, Doughboy.”

Philippines; Rainier’s School For Benders

Principal Rainier Chariton sat in his office, signing papers. Things were quiet as normal at his school, since classes took place miles from the grounds. He looked up as one of his teachers, Flynn Alcaraz walked in. “Hey, we just got that new shipment of ramen noodles from Japan.”

“Sweet! That really oughta boost the firebenders’ strength.”

“Ahhhh… boy, Rainy… 15 years this school’s been standing… hard to believe how many benders sprung up. Still, having all the classes take place all around the world just feels… well, complicated.”

“No, nonsense! It’s why we have pairs of psychicbenders located at these drop-off points to warp people back and forth between regions. They use a tele-transportation technique and link with their partners to warp people or things to them.”

“I know all THAT, it just feels like a real chore for them.”

“Well, they know it’s for the good of teaching these kids all they need to know.” Rainier stood up as the two walked across the hall. “Speaking of which, how are things in the gym going?”

“Oh, it’s going well. We are having squabbles between some of the students.”

“Who?”

“Can you guess?” They entered the gym, where-

“AAAAAHH!” A boy in a karate robe was forcibly climbing across the rings high up on the ceiling. “P-Principal Chariton, make Sunni stooooop!”

They looked as Rainier’s daughter, in her own karate robe, had her eyes closed as she forced the boy to climb across the rings using psychic. Rainier approached and did a quick punch on her head, blocking her chi. “AaaaAAAH-!” Flynn saved the boy before he fell.

“Uh! Daaaaad! I almost made it!” Sunni yelled.

“Honey, today is a martial arts class, you aren’t supposed to use your bending.” Rainier chuckled.

“So what, I’ve never been good at that stuff. Why do I need martial arts when I can just pick people up and throw ‘em around with my mind?”

“Well, some situations might rob you of your bending. Like so.” He flicked her nose.

“Ow!”

“Honey, even if you’re the greatest bender in the world, there’s a hundred other ways to fight. You need to open yourself up a bit more, look at your sister.”

“HUH, HUH, HUAH!” Darcy Chariton was fiercely kicking a blonde-haired boy trying to defend, and succeeded in kicking him down. “He he!” She spared a grin at her dad.

Sunni frowned in anger. “Only because she’s a screw-up at psychic. But I need to get better control of my element. Why can’t I join Mom’s class?”

“Your mom trains you every day, she needs to work with other students.” He ruffled his daughter’s hair. “And she knows you can handle yourself just fine. …Unless when it involves bullying other kids. Just keep training yourself in combat, it’ll do wonders. After all, exercise is good for the brain, and that’s where psychic is concentrated. Good luck, Honey!” He walked out with Flynn.

Darcy approached Sunni with a happy smile while the latter mumbled in anger. “Never see MOM throwing her fists…”

“Hehe! I’m glad to finally kick your butt!”

“WHOOA!” Darcy kicked Sunni off her feet.

“Hee hee hee!”

KND Moonbase

Things were still calm and normal on Moonbase. Or rather, Cheren’s office. The boy was signing papers and filing them aside, ignoring all the commotion outside. That noise was increased for a brief second when Larry MayHence quickly slipped in and shut the door. “Sir, we’re receiving numerous phone calls from almost every sector on Earth.”

“Sigh, man, what is everyone so whiny about.”

“Maybe the fact you announced the end of the world just 3 days ago.”

“So, that’s more than enough time to calm down about it. Heck, the only reason I warned them was to be ready; the whole purpose is to try and stop it.”

“So how do we stop it, Sir?”

“Find these 20 Keys, I guess.”

“Well, I can get you seven flashlights, but Thirteen Darknesses, you have to be a little more specific. Like, we talkin’ bloody knives or scary movies or something?”

“Sigh, I don’t know what they are myself. They sound like people; or they could be like the Firstborn.”

“Weren’t the Firstborn people?”

“No, they were gods, the people just protected them. But that brings up a good question. What if the Firstborn know something about this? Especially Uxie; I’ll fly down and ask her what she knows! I mean, the Goddess of Knowledge don’t know anything, no one does.”

“Well, do you know where Uxie lives?”

“I’ll just ask Mr. Garley; he was her Guardian.” He stood up. “I’ll be back in a few!”

“But there’s still a mob outside.”

“Right.” He winked. “Good luck, buddy.” Cheren raced to an escape pod on the side of his office and shot down to Earth. Larry looked after him worriedly, flinching when the mob suddenly broke the door down.

“Ulp! CherEEEEEN! I thought you filled in that order for a SECOND ESCAPE POOOOD!” And the mob tackled him with questions.

Dickson Household

“And so ends the tale of the little platypus… who discovered alcohol.” Eva Jackson reported on the news.

“In other news, panic is still widespread across the nation due to recent news of a supposed, upcoming Apocalypse.” Kade replied. “When asked what he thinks, President McGarfield had this to say:”

“As your humble president, I can safely assure you that any news of some ‘Apocalypse’ is likely the work of some ratty ne’er-do-wells,”
assured President Jimmy McGarfield, “and our forces are lookin’ to capture the perpetrator, and give him one wallopin’ of a beating.”

“And thus, our country can continue to hope.”
Kade concluded. “Coming up, a man who has claimed to’ve spot little people in his backyard is currently-…”

Chad Dickson watched the news with a gruff look and folded arms. His wife, Emily Dickson walked in with two plates of tea. “You still watching that crud?”

“It’s not crud, Emily, it’s the real deal, you know it was coming.”

“Well, yeah, so there’s not much reason to be so hooked on it.” She sat beside him.

“I’m just surprised it happened so soon.” He took one of the cups. “But we’re hearing from all of Sector V’s parents saying how their kids kicked those pirates’ butts. Heck, you remember what happened with Dimentia’s kid earlier.”

“Well, that’s a good thing, right?”

“What I’m saying is that everyone else’s kids got so much stronger and our son’s still a big wimp.”

“Uh, don’t say that about him! He’s seven years old, of course he wouldn’t be that strong.”

“Pfft, when I was that age, I could already beat Numbuh 100 at arm-wrestling. But hopefully after Rupert gets back from his 50-lap run around the high school, he’ll at least have dried out his tearducts from all his sweating.” He sipped the tea. “Mmm, this stuff is good, though…”

“Good thing I got Iroh’s secret recipe!” Emily grinned.

A knock was heard at the door as Rupert Dickson slumped in, almost totally out of breath with sweat in his armpits and pants. “Ahhh, right on time.” Chad walked up and knelt beside his son, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Feel burned out, Champ? Those legs feel strong enough to kick a steel pole down?”

“Heh, if only, right Dad?” Rupert smiled nervously and walked away.

Chad sniffed the hand that was on his shoulder and gave a suspicious frown. “See any cute girls at the pool?”

“Well, I saw Lilac’s mom and, well, she was pretty-, eh heh heh heh heh.” He blushed sheepishly.

“But I don’t recall the pool being on your route, nor you having enough time to visit there afterward.”

“Oh… well, I guess I just… got done early, heheh.”

“Yeah. Or maybe…” Chad launched over and immediately pinned the boy under his foot, “I smell POOL WATER on your shirt!”

“AAAH! Okay okay, I didn’t run all the laps! Well, I ran one, but then I saw this family driving to the pool and, well…”

“Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself, because NOW you just lost meatballs for dinner. Not that you- OWW!”

“GET OFF him, Chad.” demanded Emily as she twisted his hand from behind. “Or SOMEONE’S about to lose THEIR-… well, I probably shouldn’t say that in front of our child.”

“…Uuugh. Fine. Go take a bath, Son.” Chad stepped off and let Rupert run upstairs. Emily released Chad as he turned to her. “Look, Em, I know we’re supposed to have equal say in our parenting, but do you really plan to baby him his whole life?”

“Well, at least I’m not BULLYING him like some helpless little ant!”

“Please, at least ants are strong for their size, but Rupert can’t even lift a box that’s half his own weight! And didn’t he trip on that stick in the yard yesterday?”

“All I’m saying is, Rupert isn’t a man yet, he’s a kid, and he can’t be strong like you are, yet.”

“It isn’t just about being strong, Rupert doesn’t have ANY notable skills, except playing videogames. He either needs to learn something to prepare him for things to come, or get some muscle.”

“Rupert needs to enjoy his freedom as a normal kid, and when nature calls, I know he’ll have the strength and know-how to pull through. You just gotta have faith. Anyway, I’m going out shopping, and I don’t want you pestering Rupert for the rest of the day, or you’ll be administering punishment on yourself if you know what I mean. See you later.” With that, she left out the door.

Chad sat on the couch in thought. Maybe Emily was right. Rupert would have the strength and know-how to pull through… when nature calls. Yeah… when nature calls. “That’s not a bad idea!”

Gallagher Elementary

“Never have I been so glad to say it, but I LOOOOVE going to the cafeteria.” Mason expressed as the group walked down the hall after hearing the ring of the lunch bell.

“Yeah, compared to eating all that candy, it makes ya miss Gramma Stuffum’s slop.” Harry said.

“It’s not slop, I find the Meat Hogs quite delicious.” Artie said.

“Makes me wonder why you still a skinny boy.” Harry smirked.

“All I’m saying is, she wouldn’t fail for a decent-” The vent suddenly fell open above them, and Sheila dropped down.

“WOOHOOOOO!” cheered the energetic raccoon. “It’s LUNCH time, cobbers! Let’s blow this joint and have an adventure!”

“What’re you doing here, Sheila, you don’t go to this school!” Chris yelled.

“Yeh, but me mom thought I should take the day off from mine and see how YOU blokes are doin’! So did ya find anything on these 20 Keys?”

“No, and we’re kinda swamped in a pile of homework for missing more than a week.” Harry replied.

“Well, bonkers, SURELY savin’ the world has ta count for extra credit?”

“The world’s well-being isn’t part of the curriculum, so no.” replied Haylee.

“Well, those teachers should just suck on what they give.” she stated as she joined her friends to the lunchroom. “What’s for eatin’, anyway?”

“Well, Gramma Stuffum’s our chef, so you figure it out.” Aurora said.

“Blimey, so you guys fight her every day?”

“Yeah, but it’s gotten a little worn-out.” Chris said. “These Brotherhood guys are pretty much slumping.”

“But I just wish she’d just hand us the food so we’d have more time for homework.” Artie said.

“Well, if you guys want a break, Ah’ll deliver a hand to old Stuffum for ya!” Sheila grinned, cracking her knuckles.

“Well, since she’s only one-fourth Big Mom’s height, give it a go!” Mason grinned.

“Right then.” She faced the cafeteria with sureness. “‘ere I go!” (Play Gramma Stuffum’s Song from KND!)


Stage 1: The Lunch House Rock!

Mission: Blow down Gramma Stuffum’s lunch line!


The strumming of the electric guitar already rung as Sheila dashed down the strangely-long cafeteria line. And, while no one else seemed to see it, a wide-faced grinning fairy creature was pressing eyeballs that appeared on the wall, doing so when a loud beat of the music played. The eyes also released glowing yellow spheres with wings, making a trail for Sheila to pick up, and they seemed to flow with the rhythm whenever she touched one. All in all, the road was pretty straightforward as Gramma Stuffum hadn’t released her food minions yet, but dead pieces of meat began to cover the ground that Sheila had to jump. But that all changed the minute she punched down an upcoming wall of meat.

The strums boomed louder as Food Patrol monsters popped out from the counter, another line coming out whenever Sheila broke a meat wall. Stacks of Icy Cubes formed like stairs, so Sheila jumped up them, then punched a Toasted Bat that came at her, and upon landing, she had to jump a series of Meat Hogs. Toasted Bats tried to nip her whenever she jumped the hogs, but she punched them away anyway and soon made it to the kitchen. The minute she punched down the door, she had to jump to a tall platform, which fell, then another that fell, before grabbing a bone zipline and sliding to a safe path.

The kitchen was actually a vast wasteland of hideous foods, with a different kind of Food Minion landing to attack Sheila, but she still punched them as the rhythm went and kept running. At one point, she had to swing a series of hoops, up to a higher path as she punched more Foodlings. She then had to jump big gaps in the path while throwing rapid punches at a string of bats, then punched a whole stairway of bats as she jumped down a deeper chasm.

When she set foot on the next path, the music picked up as rounds of Foodlings and obstacles came at her, and Gramma Stuffum finally appeared on a flying Eggman-like pod. Sheila jumped up a set of stairs when she sang “GRAMMA the STUFFUM”, then down a slide when her Foodlings repeated. It was then a matter of jumping hazards or punching enemies until Stuffum released her giant SQUIDS! A series of giant tentacles shot up everywhere, Sheila running up the first one, jumping a gap before two shot at her, then dashing up a vertical tentacle and jumping between it and a parallel one to avoid other tentacles, all the while running from pursuing tentacles.

She safely made it to a new path and had to jump and punch a tentacle in its eye, at the same time the Foodlings chorused “NOOO.” Sheila then dropped down a windy chasm, making a windy descent, then punched another tentacle at the end. She then jumped a stairway of Toast Bats to punch another tentacle, then was met with Gramma’s sea of Gravy Rats. There were floating platforms among these rats that Sheila could jump across, and more Toast Bats trying to swoop her. She then had to jump and punch down vertical footholds to make them flat and run on them, and when the rats finally ended, Sheila dashed up two long, vertical walls.

Stuffum made parts of the parallel walls explode, forcing Sheila to jump between them, and the mysterious fairy creature continued to slap eyes in the wall to make Lums appear and guide Sheila’s path. The raccoon made it atop the wall as Gramma Stuffum floated over her path.

“YOOOOOU JUUUUST MAAAAKE MEEEE-” Sheila jumped and PUNCHED Stuffum out of her pod, then punched her further down the path, then knocked her against the counter at the end, and finished the song with a round of rapid punches before shoving Stuffum into the kitchen, the shutter snapping shut. Sheila faced the camera, grinned, and held up her fingers in a ‘peace’ sign. (End song.)

“WOOOHOO! That kicks off MY daily exercise!” Sheila perked, returning to the lunchroom.

“Yeah!” Chris said. “Now let’s head outside for Phase 2.” They hurried out to the playground as the school began trembling and the familiar chants echoed. “SLAAAAMWIIIICH. SLAAAAMWIIIICH.”

Before their eyes, the colossal sandwich monster emerged from the school, his mouth drooling with molten cheese as he glared at Sector V with ravenous eyes. The kids spared a smirk at Aurora as the girl kicked on her Ice and Fire Gates. Brimming with the powers of both elements, she drilled directly into Slamwich’s stomach, putting a worried look on him and Stuffum. Slamwich froze completely solid, and with a burst of fire, he was destroyed. “WAAAA-AAAAAHH!” Stuffum crashed on the ground.

Aurora landed beside her friends as her Fury Form vanished. “Didn’t even break a sweat.” She said proudly.

“Boy, these Brotherhood guys felt a lot more threatening in our parents’ story.” Chris said. “They don’t challenge us anymore!”

“Well, what can you expect when they’ve been frozen in nitrogen for so long.”

“Hey Sheila, wanna stay for lunch?” Mason asked.

“Well sure, Mate!” she perked. But then she recalled the grinning fairy creature and glanced right to see it fly away. “…‘o the ‘eck was that?…”

Still lain on her back, Stuffum doesn’t think she’s ever endured punches that tough. It was safe to say, it was a new record for how fast they defeated her. Her henchmen, Liver and Onions hopped over. “Gramma Stuffum, Sir! Are you okay? We still have a few leftover courses if…” Liver asked.

“Nooo… vhat is ze point.” She got up and depressedly walked away. Liver and Onions exchanged sad glances.

Washington; Garley Household

The day was still bright over this little neighborhood, except a particular flying object was zooming close to Earth, a trail of smoke in its wake. The escape pod flipped and bounced along the street, Cheren flipping stylishly out of its hatch. He flew several feet in the air, and dove into a garbage can. The can toppled as Cheren crawled out, pulling a banana peel off. “Why do I keep forgetting to turn off the ‘Trashcan’ targeting option. Stupid oddly specific landing controls…” Cheren stepped up to the front door and rang the bell.

Matthew Garley hadn’t changed much at all as an adult, a big purple coat, purple tie, sandals with socks, square glasses that looked bandaged in their center, and that classic nerdy voice. “Hey, you’re Nigel’s son! Heh heh heh, hwow, nice of you to visit!” he snorted. “I don’t suppose you’re here for a first-hand source of how your dad ended the tyranny of Old GKND, or the Tale of Numbuh 2030, or even how the 2nd KND Generation was originally-”

“Heheheh, maybe some other time, Mr. Garley.” Cheren sweat-dropped. “Listen, I know you were friends with Uxie, so I was wondering if she told you anything about, Seven Lights and Thirteen Darknesses.”

“Hmmmm. That would be a good topic to discuss with her. Unfortunately, I haven’t, and I don’t know where Uxie is either, since we set them free. But I’ve been doing research ever since Emily passed me your message. The best I could find was this old tale where seven princesses gathered to battle these thirteen bad guys for control of some key. I don’t even know where it came from. But my quest for knowledge hasn’t failed me, yet! Anyway… sorry I can’t help much.”

“It’s okay. The only other person I assume would know is Grim.” He looked away in thought. “May visit him about this. Anyway, how is Emily doing, anyhow?”

“Well, Kim’s about to take her on a trip to Germany and visit the relatives. Apparently Kim’s dad is the president of this major science and engineering company, Adams Tech Co.. Heh, you wouldn’t believe how excited Emily is!”

“Ha ha ha! Probably snorting in her nasal cavities, right?”

“Ha ha ha HA!”

Cheren’s wristwatch communicator then rang, and Larry’s image appeared. “Oh, Larry. Listen, sorry about leaving you with the mob and stuff, but-”

“Oh, that’s no big deal. But listen, Cheren, someone’s up here to see you.”

“CHEREEEEENNN!”
Cheren jumped at this familiar voice. “GET YOUR BUTT UP HERE RIGHT NOW BEFORE WE HAVE A SERIOUS TALK ABOUT YOUR CURRENT DIMENSIONAL STRUCTURE!”

Cheren whimpered slightly. “Can she at least promise not to Space Shrink me?”

“She said that she’s under no obligation to agree to conditions regarding such.”

“I’ll be up there in 5 minutes.” He hung up. “Well, guess I’ll have to hold off on that. See you later, Mr. Garley.” He pushed a button on the watch.

“Heh, anytime, Cheren.” Cheren’s R.O.A.D.S.T.A.R. came down from the heavens as the boy jumped in and flew back to Moonbase.

Unknown Hideout

The elderly tycoon known simply as Mom (thankfully not the Big one ;)) limped into her hideout and pressed a button on a small panel. Four hologram projectors around the room activated, revealing the staticky images of the other Corporate Presidents. In the very center, the gigantic head of the Head President buzzed to life, her hologram much too staticky to make out her appearance. “Nice to see all of you again.” Mom said smugly.

“Alright, let’s get down to some serious business: why the hell is 4kids still supplying our voice actors?!” complained the gruff old president.

“Come on, cut 4kids a break, at least we’re allowed to cuss now!” Doflamingo said brightly. “And they got spirit, ya can’t blame them for that!”

“No, that’s not why we’re here.”
the Head President stated. “The World Leaders ordered our presence due to a hitch in their plan.”

“Yes, it seems the Uno child became aware of the Apocalypse’s existence.”
the Asian president said. “President McGarfield can only keep the peace among the Americans for so long. Not that he’ll be able to keep the Kids Next Door from interfering.”

“Then it’s time we take matters into our own hands.”
stated the remaining president, his hands folded. “We must deliver those kids a painful, though legal, kicking away from our business.”

“No, we can’t make any rash appearances.”
the Head said. “The Corporate Presidents already look bad thanks to Mom’s blundering in Galaxia.”

“Well, if DOFLAMINGO hadn’t’ve interfered, I could have-”

“Please, Mom, there’s no reason to point fingers.” Doffy grinned. “I just never recalled making the arrangement to lend you one of my associates.”

“The Kids Next Door are likely aware of the Presidents’ stake in all this due to the Caesar incident.” the Head said. “Before they begin to track us, the Leaders request our presence at a gathering on the Midway Peak; they’ll also be inviting many nobles from around the world.”

“What the hell do the nobles want in all this?”
asked the old man.

“Why, to enjoy the show, of course. Fu fu fu.” Doflamingo laughed. “A noble’s job is to be humored by world conflict.”

“Miss Head President, is it all right if we bring our
children onboard the trip?” asked the Asian. “I am trying to introduce my son, Chane to the family business.”

“Sure sure, bring whoever. But see that they’re able to keep a secret.”

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about MY kids.”
assured Doffy. “If there’s one thing we’re good at, it’s secrets. Fufufu!”

“Good. You will be boarding the train tomorrow at 7a.m.. Don’t be late.”
Her hologram vanished, as did the others.

Mom turned away with her wrinkly, smug face. “Oh trust me, I know a thing or two about keeping secrets…”

York Household; Sandcave

Another arduous day for Nolan “Sandman” York. He stared intently at his computer, skimming the criminals listed. Holiday… Fanatic… Promethean… Tornado… “Why…” He gripped his head with the most aggravating headache, “Why can’t I REMEMBER any of these people?!”

He heard the doorway creak open, followed by the light stepping of his wife’s feet coming down the stairs. “Nolan, are you still down here?”

“I just don’t get it, Danika. These villains are listed in the police’s files, and even my own. But no one has any clue who they are, even me! But why on Earth would I have them…”

“I don’t know… to be honest, I can’t even recall you fighting many villains lately. There was that Caesar guy, and of course the whole Dracula thing, Affright pops up every now and again, but those were awhile ago.”

“Wait… Caesar…” Nolan pulled the man’s file up. “According to Dillon’s story, Caesar was acquired by one of his clients, Percival Tachyon, but they don’t know where Caesar went following Tachyon’s defeat. But what if… one of his other clients got to him?”

“Like who?”

“Well, we can rule Big Mom out of the picture, since he said they didn’t find Caesar on Candied Island. But here’s one man that raises my interest.” He pulled up a picture of none other than- “Don Quixote Doflamingo. President of Doflamingo Incorporated, a company that manufactures talking, semi-intelligent toys. He’s labeled as one of the Corporate Presidents For Children’s Entertainment; the same league as robot-manufacturer, Mom, whom was acquainted with Tachyon. The evidence is too high on him.”

“So what, you’re gonna go after Doflamingo?”

“No… not yet. I think I should do research on him; all the Corporate Presidents, really. There was always something suspicious about them, and the whole Caesar thing takes the cake.” He pushed himself away and rolled to an elevator. “I’ll be leaving at seven; probably should make dinner early. It’s gonna be a long night.”

Dani watched her husband roll onto the platform, and rise to the upper level that was their house. “Better make extras for Crystal and Yuki, too…” the woman sighed.

Chariton Household

Her training class over, Mikaela Chariton was asleep against the tree in their backyard, once again lost in dreams. Sunni Chariton could very much tell that, seeing the smile on her mother’s face. Sunni sighed calmly and pulled out her blue lightsaber. “AAAAHH!” She lunged at her mother with fierce determination, set on slicing her mother in half.


Aaaaaand we’ll leave it off there. Soooo there was the first instance of song levels in this story, that’s gonna be a regular Sheila thing. Well, maybe other characters. I was actually sort of stumped in that topic, I couldn’t decide whether to write the stage in paragraphs, or put the actions in a lyrical form to better go along with the song. Still kind of thinking, really. Well, next time, we will do the next stage, and officially start one of my favorite story arcs.
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