In the black canyons of the Valley of Bowser, hidden from the eyes of the mushroom people, lies a fortress where the koopa pack trains for war. The great black forest of the 8-bit club was destroyed many years ago from the efforts of Wart and the Koopa King to have this great field brought to rise. Now all what lies there are acres of exercise fields. Miles and miles of track to run, giant walls to climb, and countless rocks to move. The moon in a pure silver state shines on the cursed of the Koopa pack. The giant red flames burn like the cold in winter from there enormous pits in the ground. Here, high atop the watchtower, the Koopa King looks down upon the many koopas running, gombas climbing and spikeys carrying large stones. Looking at the progress of the training facility Bowser grins from his lip. Like a thunderous blast from the heavens Bowser calls his loyal crew of henchmen.
“Kamek, Rajar, Gombla, are the preparations ready for tomorrow’s efforts?”
Rajar the Koopa steeped up to give the information. Rajar was a warrior of a koopa, strong built and intelligent from the many battles he has had from Mario. His Rose colored shell flawless to the touch, which most Koopas take great pride in their shells, complemented his emerald green eyes. Though he is a young koopa he has always remembered growing up in the great Koopas castle.
“Sir, the pack is already to head to the mushroom kingdom, the bullet bills are being loaded as we speak, Sir.” Rajar replied.
“Excellent and with that princess in my tower they are hopeless, for I know that bubbling Mario is already on his way.” Bowser stated.
“And when we have finally taken over the Mushroom Kingdom we we’ll have total peace in the land and the great claw of Bowser will give to those who need it right, sir.” Rajar said with a noble smiled that radiated with pride.
Bowser turned and looked Rajar up and down, the stone look on Bowser that was feared by the Mushroom people, destroyed mountains and made rivers flow backwards, now gives Rajar a feeling of madness.
“You are loyal Rajar… stupid, but loyal,” Bowser said with a booming laugh, “Now Kamek how goes with the great feast for tomorrow?” as Kamek scurried like a bob-omb to please his master. Rajar turned and walked to back of the tower and looked down to the ground. The shadow diseased ground brought a sigh to Rajar breath. The koopas war scared face began to swell with empty feelings, hate, and tears. The realization that Bowser's dream was not his, the sweet feeling of peace was so close, he wanted it. “Everyday you wake up in a hovel in the ground, eat what is leftover from last night's dinner, if any, and all that you have is your dreams and no one to share them with,” he thought. Holding back this rage, he turned and walked down the ladder. He couldn’t stand to hear Kamek talk about the rations any longer.
As he reached the end of the tall tower he looked to the troops. "How annoying," he thought. What a group of slobs. Every day the same thing and for what, a bunch of empty promises. The new recruits for the battering ram team proved Rajar right as they miss their target, a 20 foot wall, and landed in a river. He turned and returned to the castle to find scraps to feed upon.
The next morning he arose with a grand thud, dazed and drowsy from the pain and panic in the streets. Rajar picked himself up. Many of the troops had left, running past Rajar, more concerned about saving their own lives than others. He was a bit puzzled from the sun, which glazed in his eyes though he was looking toward the west. As he ventured to the false sun he found it was a mighty sword twice as tall as the castle, which the sun was reflecting. A giant cry of pain came up from the back of the castle. In a mad dash he ran to the main chamber to see if the King was in safe hands. Rajar ran up the stairs and the great hall of the castle where he had grown up. There Rajar found Bowser beaten to a bloody mess. Rajar looked to the stone wall which looked as if it had fallen.
“Ahoy there boy!” bellowed a voiced from the high stone wall, “you look as if you've seen a ghost.” To get a better look at the villain, Rajar took some steps away from Bowser and looked up the pillar. The warrior looked like a red tin can with a great sword. He fell down from the wall. The metallic crash and the reloading of steel sounded as he hit the ground.
“Well he’s not dead yet but your king will soon be a spirit from beyond.” The knight said.
“Over my shell,” Rajar said, “you cannot run, we end this now.”
“You talk a fight, but you are still a toad compared to my skills.” The red knight said as he brandished his sword. Rajar swung and missed, kicked and missed, swung again and missed, and now the red knight took his sword to the poor koopa. A slice of the saber put a cut in the shell, the butt of the sword busted the jaw and a kick to the body sent Rajar flying down the stairs. The stone steps cascaded upon the once flawless shell. There in the courtyard Rajar struggled to get up from the ground but the bleeding would not stop from his mouth. There before him stood the red knight, he held up his sword and stopped for a moment, the thoughts of the betrayal he had given Bowser raced through Rajars mind. As the sword was coming down another mighty crash of the earth sent Rajar bouncing down to the river, and in the cold morning river the relaxing current made Rajar sleepy. The world began to get foggy, a figure that was large in stature came running toward him. As it came closer he could tell it was Bowser. “Oh my,” Rajar said in a whisper voice, “Bowser you came back for me.” The king kept running toward him and jumped over the river to leave Rajar to die. The koopa was overwhelmed and passed out, the mighty river pulled the poor koopa down river leaving him and the stronghold in ruin.
It was a dark, black place with only the fires for light. The people fought for everything they wanted. Blood and destruction ruled, no one was happy. Brothers and sisters fighting one another for token objects. There in a clearing lay a great emerald statue of a koopa, a symbol of power that stood above the rest to the dark woods. It’s eye began to glow brighter and brighter with the color red, and as the sun blew in the statues eyes the woods were burned to the ground and a eminence light filled the world. The yellow flames sparked on a prism. Rajar knelt to pick it up. When the light hit the prism, it showed a beautiful green glade and verdant trees people shared and played with one another. Rajar was so pleased from this vision. Suddenly it smashed into two pieces and transform into monsters. There is a crimson demon and a green demon, they strike at Rajar and blow flames at him, he runs but they catch up and the heat becomes hotter, and hotter.
SPLASH!
Rajar wakes up on the Midas riverbed by a fire.
“Time for you to wake up.” said a shy guy with a bucket, a stout fellow with a green smock.
“Who are you?” Rajar said.
“I was going to ask the same thing,” the shy guy said, “I’m Liph and you are?”
“I’m Rajar, I used to be Bowsers gooney, but not anymore.”
“that’s good, we don’t take kindly to Bowser, many years ago he burned down our training camp to build his own.”
“What do you mean? It was a forest, not a camp.”
“You look with you eyes and not your mind, that forest was a maze of endurance, strength, and speed. But Bowser couldn’t see that and he thought it was just a forest, then he imprisoned the others in and the 8-bit club was demolished. That’s why we can’t defend ourselves anymore, but you must be tired. Let's go back to camp, where you can meet the others.”
Down the stony riverside they walked. The trees grew tall and the fish danced in the stream. The clearing filled with brush the more they walked. Liph, with his small size, just walked around dead wood. Rajar could no longer see the leaves on the trees in the dense wood. Then there was a rust afflicted tree in this forest that the sun hit. Rajar walked up to the tree and put his hand on it to get a view of where Liph was. There was a rustling below Rajar. The world got higher and higher. This was amazing he was shrinking he thought. With a crash he fell below the earth in a massive pit. A laugh arose from the bushes all around him out side of the pit. Rajar could not see in the dark pit who was around him. A another murmur, something fell on his head. He grabbed to item, it was a rope and with a great force. Shot Rajar out of the hole. When he recovered himself he saw four figures shrouded in light. They came out of the light so Rajar could see.
“Boy, you got a long way to go,” It was Liph's voice, “these are the others I told you about.” He pointed to a gray snifit, “that’s Dancuck,” then he pointed to a red shy guy, “that’s Lufal,” and then pointed to a ninja, “that’s Biospark,” then he addressed the group, “Guys, this is Rajar, he’s one of us now.” Rajar was surprised and perplexed about the statement.
