From this point on I'm not going to bother with the whole "I do not own rights from…etc." part because I'm sure you already get this already (not to mention I'm sure many of you see this on a regular basis anyway.)

Also I'd like to apologize for how long it has taken to get this chapter written. From school bogging me down to not being able to use my computer to work on writing has made this take far longer to write then I had previously planned.

So without farther ado…

Chapter 3: A Strange World Called Nintendia

It had only seemed like a few seconds had passed before Allen found himself falling out of the portal onto a meadow. Rolling a couple of times before stopping Allen ended up face down in the grass and let out a moan of pain once he had stopped moving. A sensation of illness and vertigo came over him then. Various other aches and pains also made Allen not want to move at all so he simply laid there for several minutes.

"You are either a very brave or rather quite foolish for a mundane."

Turning his head to the side Allen saw, much to his displeasure and shock the creature, or whatever it was since Allen was now pretty sure that it was not a statue, was looking down at him in the grass with its arms crossed.

"Hey, give me a break will you? I already feel terrible without you making me feel worse."

"So you can understand me." It said, its eyes widening a little in surprise.

Sitting up quickly Allen looked at it with the same if not more surprise, "How is that possible? When you tried speaking to me back in the museum you were…"

"I was speaking a different language. One you probably never heard of before in your entire life." He explained, or at least Allen assumed it was a "he" since his voice was fairly deep.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I come from a different planet."

"You're an alien?"

He cringed, "I don't particularly like being called that mundane."

"Well I'm not sure I like being called a…uh…whatever you called me."

"A mundane?" he asked.

"Yeah that. I mean what does that even mean?"

"It's a term we use to identify someone who has no magical talent or skill of any kind."

"We? Whose we?"

"Me and the rest of the Nintendian descendants."

"There are more of you guys?"

"Well I'm the only one that is from the planet Hocotate but there are indeed others. Some even come from various other worlds like I do." He said although Allen could tell he was uncertain as to whether he should have told Allen that.

"Wait a minute, how can all of you be "descendants" if you come from different worlds, uh…" Allen started to ask when the thought finally occurred to him that he didn't even know what his name was.

"Olimar."

"What?" Allen asked thrown off guard.

My name is Captain Olimar of the S.S. Dolphin but most just simply call me Olimar."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Oh! Well Hello Olimar, my name is Allen Rose but you can just call me Allen," he quickly got up to his feet to properly greet him and instantly regretted it. Since Olimar was only about three feet tall he only reached up to Allen's elbow in height, not including the long antenna that came out of the top of his helmet and ended with a bright red beacon of light that continuously was pulsing slightly.

Turning red with embarrassment Allen quickly sat back down on the grass so that he was roughly about the same height as Olimar once again, "Sorry about that."

"It's okay Allen. I'm pretty used to people being taller than me by this point so it doesn't bother me. At least that is unless someone blatantly points it out like you just did."

"Oh! I'm sorry Olimar."

"Don't worry I'm not mad at you." Olimar insisted as a small smile formed on his face.

"You still haven't answered my question you know Olimar."

"Question?" He asked, puzzled.

"The one I asked about how you can all be related when you come from other world. Like how you come from….?"

"Hocotate?" He supplied.

"Yeah Hocotate, but you said that some come from other worlds. How is that even possible? Unless it's just a title for your group."

"No, we are indeed related but in order for you to fully understand I would have to tell you the tale of how our world fell apart."

"Our world?"

"Yes, our world." Looking around himself Olimar quickly found a boulder near where they were and climbed up onto it with Allen simply scooting over a couple of feet so that he could get closer.

Clearing his throat a few times Olimar then began to tell his story.

"Long before anything else living had existed a group of powerful beings ruled everything, from the sky above to the ground below was theirs. They also had many fantastical powers that allowed them to alter the world around them as they seemed fit as well as the ability to change into whatever they could imagine. Each of them was brother and sister to each other and for the longest of time they lived in peace.

But eventually the mighty beings became restless and quickly came to the conclusion that there should be something else other than them that resided in their world and so using all their powers created the first great race known as Nintendians. Like them the Nintendians had many of the same powers and abilities as their creators and could also change their shape, but unlike their creators they were mortal and unfortunately had to face something their creators never had, which was death. Even though there was this small minor detail the creators of the Nintendians thought the Nintendians were just fine the way they were and left them to do whatever they wished with their lives and for a brief moment everything had seemed perfect to them once again.

It didn't take long, however, for some of them to decide that the Nintendians didn't give their creators enough praise for their existence and so they went down to them and demanded that the Nintendians showed more respect to them. This not only caused the Nintendians to become fearful of them but some even refuse to acknowledge that the creators even existed. This angered them who had demanded said praise and so they started to kill the Nintendians for being so ungrateful.

When the other beings discovered what the others were doing they pleaded for them not to harm the Nintendians. The angry ones refused and continued to destroy the Nintendians which forced the beings who still loved their creations to fight the others who were killing the Nintendians. After a long and tireless war the good won over the evil and the beings that had turned dark were either banished or imprisoned for all eternity.

When the war had finally ended the great beings saw much to their dismay the numbers of Nintendians who were killed was huge and what few had survived had long since become embitter to them. Knowing that the chance of the dark ones to rise again was high they all decided that it was too risky to have all the Nintendians together in one place or one world. Using all the magic they had left they broke the world apart into many smaller worlds, splitting the Nintendians apart into smaller groups. Before they did this, however, they erased the Nintendians minds of their creators existence so as to make sure they would never live in fear of the dark ones.

As time passed the different groups of Nintendians changed over time and much of the powers they knew were lost and forgotten until often times the ability to use such powers was lost completely. In a few cases, however, the ability had survived the countless generations of unused and can be used in certain places with large amounts of the old energy of the great beings that created the Nintendians. This place is one of them and is often called the Heart of Nintendia or simply Nintendia. It is here that I and others who still have to ability to access the old powers of the ancient ones can use those long forgotten powers. Even though many of us come from worlds away our ancestor's magic joins us together and that is why we are called the Nintendian descendants."

"Oh," Allen said, slightly unsure whether he had completely understood him, "but if you are supposed to be so powerful than why did I find you trapped in stone in a museum?"

"Not all of the powers we have are necessarily good ones." He answered as he hopped off the boulder, "One of those is something we call the Stonespell. When one of us is deathly injured or something occurs to us that can kill us the Stonespell activates and preserves our bodies in the exact state we were in at that time. During which our bodies can heal so when the spell is deactivated we wake up and can go on with our lives like nothing had ever happened. While it does keep us from dying it can be a total pain because you need someone else to deactivate the spell. Also it only works if it was activated while in Nintendia which strongly implies that the shadows must have knocked me out and then sent me through a portal into that museum."

"Actually you were found in Great Britain."

"What's Great Britain?"

"Umm…" Allen said not sure what to say for a minute.

"It's okay if you can't tell me Allen." Olimar replied as he watched Allen struggling to find a way to explain, "It probably won't do me any good since I will most likely never visit that world again."

"Why not?"

"Can you think of a reason why I would?"

"Well I guess not," Allen said looking down at the grass slightly in sadness since he could tell Olimar didn't seemed too interested in his world.

"Hey I didn't make you sad did I?" Olimar asked, a look of worry crossing over his face.

"No, it's okay Olimar," Allen assured as he quickly tried to hide how much it had upset him.

"Well if you sure," he said still looking worried. Looking around them Olimar quickly spotted something in the distance and pointed it out to Allen, "Our next plan of action should be to find out where the other Nintendian descendents are. Once we do I can see if one of them could send you back to Terra."

"Terra?"

"That's the place that we just came from. Here it is called Terra; there I'm sure you have a different name for it."

"Um, yeah we call it Earth."

"Earth huh?" Olimar said, "Well either way I promise to help you get back to your world anyway I can Allen."

"Really?"

"Of course, you released me from the Stonespell it's the least I could do for you Allen. Now we should probably get moving, we have a lot of walking before us in order to get where we need to go," turning in the direction of the distant black dot Olimar started to walk through the grass towards it.

Allen took one step forward after him when a thought suddenly occurred to him. Stopping he called out to him, "Hey Olimar?"

Pausing, Olimar turned back towards him, "What is it?"

"You never told me why I can understand you now unlike when we were in Terra."

"I didn't?"

"No you didn't."

"Well," he said as he started to walk forward again, "to be perfectly honest with you Allen I don't really understand why it is the way it is either"