WOOT I AM BACK!! WITH A FREAKING SEQUEL DTW!!

Yay, alright! People have been interrogating me what the sequel is about, and I spilled the summary for some of you, but to others, I forgot or was too lazy. XD;

I decided to post this on (according to Odium and Love) Blumiere's birthday, which is indeed today, November 27! He is 33 today. (Oddly enough, tomorrow there is a French-speaking table at lunch. I'm totally sitting there and nodding and saying, "Merci, mon amour." XDD) So hoorah for him.

Aye-yai-yai!! Questions on first-readers are probably going, "OHNOESTHISISASEQUELNOWIHAVETOREADAFORTYCHAPTERSTORYBEFOREIREADTHISAAAGH", but no, you don't. Not really. The first part of this chapter includes the last part of the epilogue, so it's pretty covered. You might want to know who Dimentio is and what happened to him. I caution, Blumiere speaks French in here, because his NAME is French. Ask me for translations.

We see Timpani and Blumiere's friends in this story from their childhood, and Blumiere's parents. To see Blumiere's parents in a picture, visit my profile page and look for my deviantART account and look for Blumiere's parents' names in my gallery. Lemme know if you need help.

COOL. I don't own Nintendo, so enjoy with my A/N outta the way!!

1 (A few weeks earlier)

"Joyeux anniversaire, Timpani," Blumiere smiled as he sat next to her. He kissed her on the lips. "Happy Anniversary." Timpani blushed after Blumiere let go.

"Our first, too! It's amazing to think that we wouldn't be here if we disobeyed our parent's rules." Timpani smirked. "What's behind your back? Something for me or is it something you're going to scare me with?"

Blumiere chuckled. "No, no, I found it tucked away in the closet, and remembered that we hadn't opened it." Blumiere showed a box to Timpani, and she recognized the box from anywhere; it was the package that Merlon gave them on Flipside tower before they left. It was a gift of some kind, she knew that, but she had totally forgotten about it up until now.

"I remember that thing! Did you open it already?" Timpani asked.

"Nope. I saved it for us to open it…ensemble." Blumiere winked. He set it down between he and Timpani, and they both pulled on the bow that held the package together. Blumiere tore off the paper, only to find a brown box. Timpani lifted its lid.

"It's a note…" Timpani said. Blumiere picked up the paper and read it aloud.

"'To the two young, newly-wed Heroes: I had no hesitation by giving this to you. Take care of it. Both of you have gone through rough times, together and separate, and consider this as a gift to renew the promises you have exchanged, and to remind you of me.

For some reason, I feel like you're going to need this in the future. I don't know why, but call it instinct. Do be careful with it, though. I'll leave it to you to take care of it with pride and hope in your hearts.

I hope to see you again, sometime soon. Be safe, be sure to love each other, and I hope you have a wonderful life together. Sincerely, Merlon. P.S.—Sorry that I don't have wedding cake in here; I didn't know how long it'd be sitting in here. Take care!'." Blumiere and Timpani smiled as he finished.

"But what was 'this' that he was talking about?" Timpani asked. Blumiere dug through tissue paper to find something wrapped even further.

"He took time to waste trees, that's for sure." Blumiere laughed. Timpani moved closer to Blumiere and looked at the mysterious item wrapped in dark blue paper. Blumiere carefully unwrapped the paper from the gift, and both gasped;

It was a white book with a star in the center.

"The Light Prognosticus!" Both exclaimed.

(Present day)

One passion increases as the evil power decreases during this battle. The hearts of odium and love clash to reverse the damage done as the holder of the dark book falls. But beware, as one of the Heroes falls as well. As the love grows, so does life, and the Hero who has fallen rises once more. Love has won this battle—

"Put the book down, Timpani, you've read it enough."

Timpani was snapped out of her thoughts as she looked up from the Light Prognosticus at her husband, Blumiere, who was gliding a bow across the thin strings of a violin. She frowned as she noticed he wasn't even facing her and was still playing.

"You're not even looking at me," Timpani said. Blumiere smiled and stopped moving his bow.

"I don't have to; you've been looking at the Light Prognosticus ever since we got it from Merlon."

"You're exaggerating, Blumiere. I have not been looking at it for a week." Timpani shook her head. Blumiere laughed.

"Seems like it to me," Blumiere chuckled as he went back to playing his instrument quietly.

"It's so confusing, though. I keep looking back after it talks about how 'love won this battle' and everything while we were fighting Dimentio, but it doesn't say anything about anything else," Timpani said, trying not to let Blumiere's faultless music distract her thought.

He glanced up at his wife, but didn't stop. "Why do you care about what comes after the fight with Dimentio?"

"I don't know, maybe the spirits of the Ancients were prophesizing something in the Light Prognosticus and it drew Merlon's attention to it," Timpani shrugged. She closed it, finally frustrated with what results she was coming up with.

"Oh, so you're becoming obsessed with it, then?" Blumiere smirked as he set his violin on the table in front of them. Timpani kept her eyes glued to the white book. Blumiere put his hand on her chin and brought her head up to look at him. "Why are you so interested about this thing? You shouldn't be looking at that so much, anyway, or you'll end up like a non-evil Count Bleck." Timpani smiled, but sighed.

"I'm just thinking…I mean, why exactly did Merlon give us this?" Timpani frowned. Blumiere cleared his throat and let Timpani go as he let himself fall into the sofa and closed his eyes.

"He said instinct took him over." Blumiere responded with ease. "Don't worry about it so much."

"But it had to be more than instinct, is what I'm trying to get at." Timpani sighed, closing her eyes. Blumiere took advantage of Timpani's trail of deep thought, and took the book out of her hands and put it on the bookshelf. "Merlon wouldn't just hand it up like it was from a garage sale or something. The Light Prognosticus is extremely powerful, and rare, too. I just don't understand why he would give it to us, especially someone who held the Dark Prognosticus before—"

Blumiere grabbed Timpani's hands and kissed her on the lips before she could say anything else.

"Just stop thinking about it so much," Blumiere said, smiling. Timpani smiled back.

"Alright, I'll try." Timpani nodded. Blumiere hugged her.

"Good. You must be exhausted from reading so much, anyway. Go on up to bed," Blumiere said as Timpani got up and started up the stairs. "I'll be up in a few minutes; I have to put my violin away first."

Timpani nodded and continued up the stairs as Blumiere placed his violin gently in its case and loosened his bow. Upon moving the case into its usual spot, he glanced up at the stairs, and looked back at where he had put the Light Prognosticus. He felt something odd in his mind, but he shrugged it off and went upstairs.

Timpani was wide awake like a child on Christmas Eve. There was too much to think about for her, even though Blumiere told her not to think about the prophesizing book. She couldn't keep her mind off of the topic at all. It was confusing, only because Merlon seemed to give it to them with no hesitation. Blumiere was a past holder of the Dark Prognosticus, even, and nevertheless, Merlon gave it to them.

Maybe it's just…a gift, like Merlon said. Timpani thought as she sighed and closed her eyes. She tried to relax and fall asleep, but as soon as she started to float away into a calm doze, her mind would snap back and start wondering if the Light Prognosticus was doing anything at the moment.

Stop it, brain, go to sleep…!! Timpani scolded her mind. She grunted as she turned to lie on her back.

"Having trouble sleeping, mon cheri?" Blumiere asked. Timpani sighed.

"…Yeah," Timpani closed her eyes again. "I'll get there, though…"

"Alright, whatever you say," Blumiere replied.

Timpani opened her eyes, unsuccessful in falling asleep. She finally came to the conclusion that looking for herself would bring an end to this madness and allow her to sleep. Just one more look, and that would be all. Nothing else, forever and ever.

She sat upright and got out of bed. As she put her hand on the doorknob, she heard the warm, curious, and affectionate voice of her husband.

"Where are you going?" Blumiere asked. Dare I ask…He thought.

Timpani blushed; she knew she was caught, but with something quick, she could get herself out of the situation. She scanned through her head to find an excuse.

"I'm…getting a glass of water. I'll be back up in a few…" Timpani lied. It's a good thing it's dark in here, or Blumiere would totally see right through me!!

After a slight hesitation, Blumiere shrugged. "Fine…" Timpani never drinks water during the night, though…

Timpani sighed in her head as she turned around and opened up the door. She walked quickly down the stairs and into the living room. She realized that Blumiere had put the book back, and she didn't know where it was, only because she wasn't watching.

"If only I knew where he put it…" Timpani whispered. She looked around frantically, knowing that if she were truly getting water, she would be halfway up the stairs by now.

"Need help?" A call came from upstairs. Timpani winced.

"N-no, I'm just trying to get a glass out from the cabinet!!" Timpani called back. She and Blumiere both knew that Timpani was on a time crunch. She needed to find the book…fast. Looking around the bookshelf, she could only use her sense of touch to find what she was looking for. It was pitch black in the room, and the only source of light was the bright moon shining through the window.

"Come on, come on, come on!!" Timpani whispered anxiously. She came across a spine that felt bumpy near the top and bottom, and she smiled. Timpani knew that this was the right one; the only tool that the Ancients could use to bind books was rounded nails. She pulled it out and moved towards the moonlit window.

The Lady turned the pages carefully, moving all the way to the back. There were the same blank pages, but some strange power was coming off of it, Timpani could sense. She frowned down at the book, but it suddenly threw her back.

She looked over at the Light Prognosticus; it was now glowing. Timpani blinked.

"Crud, what did I—" Timpani muttered. The Light Prognosticus suddenly stopped glowing, and Timpani approached it cautiously.

She picked the book up, curious to see what had happened. The Prognosticus abruptly opened up to the same page that Timpani had always looked at, and she blinked, unable to believe her eyes: there were now words written on the page with black ink. Timpani gasped.

"The Ancients' spirits…must have written something just now…" Timpani smiled. She began to read it.

Those who have won must journey back to their past friendships, experiences, homes, and lives, for there they will find two allies. But pay heed, they must hurry, for the Chaos Heart is once again unleashed.

"What…" Timpani frowned after finishing. She flipped through the rest of the pages, but it said nothing else.

"Ha, I knew it all along."

Timpani whirled around to see it was Blumiere standing behind her.

"Blumiere, I—"

"Non, non, it's alright. I felt the Light Prognosticus give off some energy, so I came down to see what it was. That, and you were taking a long time with your little 'glass of water'." Blumiere smirked. Timpani smiled. "What's it say?" Blumiere turned on the lamp and sat down, almost blinding Timpani. "Sorry, love." She laughed, but stopped to read.

"'Those who have won must journey back to their past friendships, experiences, homes, and lives, for there they will find two allies. But pay heed, they must hurry, for the Chaos Heart is once again unleashed.'" Timpani read aloud.

"The Chaos Heart? How could that be back?" Blumiere doubted. "The only people who could ever make the Chaos Heart is Peach and Bowser, and they're safely in their castles like usual. But other than that, who could possess…oh no; Timpani, you don't think—"

"I…sure hope not…I mean, no, of course not," Timpani shook her head as she set the book down. "We killed him at that battle…"

Blumiere winced. "…I don't know about that. After I collapsed that void by accident, I was so concerned about your safety, I couldn't concentrate on him…"

"Shoot," Timpani whispered. "We're stuck, aren't we?"

"Not completely. If we're supposed to journey back to our past friendships, we have to think about our childhood friendships, I believe," Blumiere suggested. Timpani nodded in agreement. "If we're going to find allies through that, I think I know where to start."

"Really? Where?" Timpani asked.

"That will be said tomorrow. For now, let's try to get some sleep."