Heroes of Dreamland, Book 7: Kirby and the Battle for Dreamland (OLD)

You Must Have Light to Combat Darkness

Kirby's POV:

Two things. One: I've officially decided that I am sick to death of clouds. Two: I've also officially decided that I am sick to death of rain. The next time I have a sunny day will be the best day of my life- that is, if I ever get to see a sunny day ever again.

Grunting at the annoying downpour that the four of us who aren't lost are stuck in, I keep holding my wings over my head like an umbrella and trekking onward through the squooshy-floored maze. Shadow is doing the same thing with a Wing headdress he got from a feather I gave him, and Bandana and Magolor put together Bandana's spear and a tarp from inside Mags' cape and made an umbrella-ish thingy, which they're huddled together under.

With a shiver, Shadow, who's right next to me right now, gives a giant sneeze. "I-it's so cold," he tells me as he tries to get his feathers to quit dripping cold water down onto his face and head. "I w-wish we could find someplace warm to stay until the rain stops..."

Making a face, I mutter, "I don't think it's gonna be stopping anytime soon, baby brother. Solar's probably the one making the clouds dump buckets on us, and he's probably not gonna stop it until he gets bored of us wandering around in it."

As Shadow sneezes again and then makes kinda-funny sniffling noises and silly faces trying to clear his nose up, Magolor offers his opinion in a shaky-from-the-cold voice, "We're all gonna catch ammonia and die at this rate!"

With a roll of his eyes, Bandana sighs, "It's pneumonia, not ammonia, Captain."

"Well, whatever it is, we're all gonna catch it and die! Knowing our luck, Kury and Meta-Not have already bitten the dust one way or another, wherever they're at. I give us maybe six hours, eight tops, before we're all deaded."

Sniffling, and not because of his nose anymore, Shadow whimpers, "But I don't wanna get deaded, and I don't want S'kura and Mister Meta Knight to be deaded, either!"

Hiding his face with his wings, he starts making quiet crying noises, which makes me turn and shoot a glare at Mags. "Great job, Magolor. What is it with you today and being such a meanie-mo jerk?"

"Just being the reality check of the group, thanksies just the samesies," Magolor grumps and goes floating off ahead of us, forcing Bandana to run if he wants to keep up with the rain-guard spear-thing that Mags is carrying. "Come on, you three; pick up the pace. Let's get out of this stupid maze as soon as possible, the quickest we can, before the cows come home, all that."

With a heavy sigh, I shake my head at him and mutter, "I don't think there's really a way out of this maze, or, at least, not one anytime soon. Solar's only made most of us fight one Kracko so far, and that's way too simple. There's gotta be something else showing up sometime soon; it's been a couple of hours since that Kracko, now..."

For about five minutes, there's silence apart from the pouring rain. "I wish I was a time-traveler like S'kura," Shadow pipes up out of nowhere, only to fall silent again. He's holding his feathered paws so low over his head and face right now that I can't even see his eyes.

Frowning at the odd statement, I push him gently, "Why do you say that? Then you'd have to always be disapoofing. I definitely wouldn't wish for that."

Shrugging, he kinda explains, "Well, I don't mean a special Time Traveler like she is; I just wish I could travel through time sometimes."

Still confused, I ask again, "Why?"

Finally, he lifts his feathers up and glances over at me. "So I could go back to yesterday at the Dreamspring, when everything was happy, and we were all together, and Magolor wasn't being mean, and S'kura and Mister Meta Knight were okay." Pulling his feathers back down over his face, he sniffles, "I miss them, a whole lots. Y-you don't really think they're deaded, do you, Kirby?"