Chapter Two: The World Against You
It was fairly nice day as King Wart stepped onto the podium, with his wife, Queen Clawdia, beside him, ready to address the jubilant throng of Dark Landians waiting to hear him speak of matters in the kingdom. Koopas, Goombas, Shy Guys, and creatures of all sorts waited in the streets to hear their new king speak.
"Greetings to you all!" shouted the king to the crowd. "Now, although the death of my dear brother, Bowser Sr, is still a fresh memory, and I do have a deep grief in my heart, as does the whole kingdom and my former sister-in-law, now queen (and I thank you all for that), we must endure, and move on! Now, on to business. I have recently received word from Ludwig von Koopa."
"The eldest Koopaling prince? He's back?!" cried the various members of the crowd in surprise.
Larry Koopa, wandering the crowd, perked up at this. His brother was in contact with the kingdom once again?
"Yes... In his letter, he states, and I quote It had been many a year since I left, and I have finally completed my journey. Now, I have heard of my father's death, and I am perfectly ready to take the crown. But, there is one more thing I must accomplish. With my father dead, I wish to complete, for his sake, a long-delayed right of passage. I will takeover the Mushroom Kingdom,'''read Wart.
The crowd gasped. The eldest prince was going to attempt something his father never could accomplish? The crowd murmured and gasped as Larry stared at his uncle intently.
"I have already sent a letter to the prince, stating that he may return if he wishes, but he is not to take the crown, as we already have a king. Farewell."
The crowd's excitement promptly died down and, as the king had finished his address. Larry stared at his new father with an obvious look of contempt on his face. Then he left and began to head through the castle.
Later, Wart and Clawdia were having a conversation with Roy and Morton Koopa in the halls as Larry began to walk past.
"What do you wish, Roy?" asked Wart.
"Your permission to leave for a return trip to Sky Land," replied Roy.
"And what do you think, Morton?"
"I beg you, my father, please let him go," came Morton's reply.
"Well, hello my son, Larry," said Clawdia as Larry began to walk past.
A little more than kin, and a little less than kind... thought Larry as he (somewhat purposely) bumped into Roy whilst walking past, prompting Morton to try to calm down an angry Roy.
"Why do clouds still hang over you so?" laughed Wart as he rested his hand on Larry’s shoulder.
"That is not so, my lord. I have just been in the sun too long."
"Oh Larry, stop being so gloomy, and look proudly at the Koopa Kingdom. Do not always look so sad as you frantically search for your father within his ashes. You know it is common for people to die, for they then go to the afterlife," Clawdia advised, prompting Larry to turn to her.
"Yes... It is common," agreed Larry.
"If that is so, why does it seem to bother you so much?" asked Clawdia, holding her hand to her son's cheek.
"'Seems'? No, it does. I don't understand 'seems'. It isn't just my black cloak- or the black clothes for mourning, or my deep sighs, or the tears in my eyes- that show my devotion," said Larry as he began to leave. “These thing do ‘seem’, as they are actions one can pretend, but I have something inside, that I cannot show. These outward things merely trap it within," explained Larry as he left, only for Wart to stop him by resting his hand on Larry's shoulder once more.
"It is sweet and commendable to mourn for your father. But you must know that he too lost a father, one who, too, lost his father. But, your grief is nothing more than stubbornness. It is unKoopish," said Wart as he smiled and tightened his grip on Larry.
"Please, cast aside your woe, and think of ME as your father, and while you are not the closest to the throne..." continued Wart as he continued tightening his grip, and Larry began to feel it, "my love for you is nothing less than that of a birth-father towards his own son."
Clawdia quickly intervened, telling Larry, "Please stay with us."
"... I will obey as best I can, Mother," replied Larry as he finally began to leave.
Soon enough, Larry had arrived at his destination, the casket of his father, Bowser.
Oh, I feel as if the world is against me! thought Larry. Oh, DAD... Oh DAD! How stale and useless the world seems to me!
As Larry began to rest his father's favorite wand on the casket he continued thinking. For shame! Oh, for shame! The world is like a dying garden, with flames of hatred and disgust possessing it all! How could it come to this?
Larry then shed a tear that fell coincidentally onto the eye of the image painted on the casket. He has already been dead for two months- NO! Not even that long... He was a great king... so loving to my mother. So loving, in fact, that he would not even let the winds hit her face too hard. Oh, DAD, must I remember? Oh, how she would CLING to him, and yet, within a month... I don't even want think about it...
FRAILTY, YOUR NAME IS WOMEN!!! continued Larry. It was only a short month... DAD, why would she marry my UNCLE?! A beast incapable of speech would have mourned longer! ... He's my father's brother, and yet he is as similar to him as I am to Mario! And yet, within a month, before her tears could even fall, she married him! It is not, nor will it lead to, anything good...
"Good evening, Bro!"
Larry turned to see his younger brother, Bowser Junior, staring at him.
"... Junior?" Larry then proceeded to give his brother a bear-hug. "What are doing here?"
"I live here, remember" chided Junior. "Besides, how could I miss my own father's funeral?"
"Or my mother's wedding..." said Larry slowly. "The leftovers of the funeral did coldly supply the meal of the wedding. We saved money! Hmph. In my mind’s eye, I see my father, writhing in his grave."
"I- uh, think I... saw him... last night…"
Larry was startled and remained silent. "... The king? Our father?! Let's hear it!"
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Sleep... sleep... huh?
The lights turned on... and a flash of green... and the energy... being sucked... not again... not again... NOT AGAIN!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!
To Be Continued...
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