Bowser. King of the Koopas. For as long as we can remember, the evil tyrant has stolen, kidnapped, destroyed, and moved your princess to another castle. But does anybody know why? Just how did he become King of the Koopas? Why is he so evil? Is he evil at all...or have we all been fooled into thinking he is?

This is the untold tale of the Koopa King, who once lived in the cold regions of Keep Canyon. Who his siblings were, how he met Kammy Koopa, why he hates the Toads, and why a young princess is the real villain in the Mario saga...

It was an unusually warm day in the frigid region of Keep Canyon. Brilette was returning from the market, damp groceries in her yellow hands. The temperature was above freezing that day, and it worried the young Koopa. Something was seriously wrong.

Keep Canyon: this was the Koopa's land. It was so dark and snowy all throughout the year yet strangely, the Koopas found themselves comfortable there. They were sent there by the Toads, a race of amphibious creatures who ruled over the Mushroom Kingdom. Koopas were forbidden in the Mushroom Kingdom, unless called upon by the wicked King Wart, who would use them as servants. Many Koopas died venturing into the bowels of the kingdom.

Brilette slowly crossed the now thawing stream in front of her little cottage. Worry filled her face as she opened the creaking door. The house was small, but nice just the same. A fireplace was in the larger room, which also consisted of a tiny window, three small beds, and an assortment of other odds and ends scattered all over the floor. The smaller room was the kitchen, which was covered with stains and rust, but that didn't seem to bother anyone living in the cottage. Everyone was content with their lifestyle, with the exception of one young Koopa.

"Where's Bowser?" Brilette asked the other male Koopa in the household. Brank turned his attention from his novel to his younger sister and shrugged.

"I dunno," he replied. "He said that he needed to go out for a bit." Brank went back to his book. "He'll be back in a few minutes."

"Brank, why is the snow thawing out?" Brilette asked, a worried tone in her usually soft voice. Again Brank shrugged, leaving Brilette to moan with frustration.

"You're hopeless, you know that?" she exclaimed, making Brank grin. He enjoyed teasing his second youngest sibling. However, deep down inside, he didn't know why the snow was melting, nor did he know where his little brother was. His sense of adventure, though, wasn't anywhere close to Brilette's or Bower's, which will be proven.

Brilette walked up to the fireplace and warmed her hands. Just because the weather was warming up didn't mean that it wasn't still freezing in the cottage. She sat down on one of the small beds, that seemed to engulf the small room, and thought about the strange weather phenomenon.

"Didn't the old witch in the West Valley say that the sun will rise when the chosen one comes?" She asked herself out loud. Brank groaned.

"Brillie, will you calm down?" he asked. "That old witch doesn't know anything. She's crazier than you are, now that's saying something!" Brilette shot him a look that seemed to freeze even the burning embers of the fire.

"How do you know?" she questioned, angered. "Have you ever talked to her? No. So do you know what's going on? No. So why don't you shut up and let me think!"

Brank widened his eyes and whispered, "Whoa…" His little sister gave him another glare, which sent him giggling. Brilette turned her attention from her brother and starred at the fireplace, lost in her thoughts once again.