The very next day, we set off again, with a new goal in mind: Find Kirby, then once he was alongside us we would battle back the Parallel World’s inhabitants and finish off the evil. But there was a huge flaw in the plan: Finding Kirby in the first place.
We had no idea where Kirby was, and with all these realms and rifts and alternate worlds, that job would be near impossible. Where should we look first?
I thought that Popstar was the smartest place. After all, it was his homeland. So Landia let us on his back, and Metal General and I planned, talked and prepared. We had a large storage of food for Landia, extra solar batteries, a few weapons, and a map of the galaxy.
We would become heroes, together, like Kirby.
After a long time we flew to Popstar. But Kirby wasn’t there. Residents told us that he had left on his Warp Star after a strange fortress had landed and blown up. Kirby had gone into space to escape the explosion, and they didn’t know when he might come back.
So we were stuck here waiting.
But not for long.
Later, a rift opened up, and a sea of what I guessed were Parallel Waddle Dees swarmed out and started attacking the residents and buildings.
We were surprised. Why were they attacking? They hadn’t attacked us on the way home. However, as the Dees swarmed us, Metal General and I brandished our weapons, and Landia readied his fire.
Once they reached us, we started to fight. I Spec Scanned a hammer enemy instead, and started whacking them hard back through the rift. Metal General forced tons back by spinning his laser katana, keeping them away, and eventually forcing them to retreat inside the portal. Landia flapped his wings hard to blow all of them back, and the ones who resisted the most were hit by fireballs to make them lose their balance.
Eventually, all the Dees were forced into the portal, and we celebrated our victory. The natives were impressed, and they asked us if we wanted to stay and be their protectors. We agreed, but only after Kirby came back. The natives were fearful, but I reassured them that we would go and stop the cause of the rifts.
I had now made a promise, but there was still a problem:
How could we possibly win?
(To be continued by the world’s slowest writer!)