Prologue

The night was an average night, calm cool and absolutely relaxing. The perfect night for a party. Which is what is happening here.

At Funky's House…

Everyone was there. Even King . Why you ask? Oh I'll tell you why. It's all because of our good friend, Dixie Kong. With her amazing mind and heart of gold, she created a peace treaty between DK Island and Krockodile Isle. When she sent the invite to the kremlings, they gratefully accepted it.

At the party…

"Do you, Donkey Kong, solemnly swear to call truce between DK Island and Krockodile Isle and shall not harm a single scale on another kremling for as long as you both shall live", Dixie chanted, after DK and had placed their right hand on the well-thought-out treaty hand-written by Dixie.

"I solemnly swear", DK answered.

"Do you, King , solemnly swear to call truce between DK Island and Krockodile Isle and shall not harm a single hair on another kong for as long as you both shall live", Dixie chanted again. wiped his untrustworthy grin off his face and a truthful smile spread across his features.

"I solemnly swear". At that, the kremlings and kongs all jumped up and down with joy. DK and sealed the deal with a hand-shake and began the party.

Everyone was overjoyed. Kremlings were dancing with kongs to the loud hip-hop music that could be heard from across the island. But at all good parties there was always someone who wasn't having a good time. Here, that someone would be Tiny. While everyone was either dancing or gathered around Dixie to praise her, Tiny was just standing at the corner of a table, sipping on a glass of punch. For some reason, she couldn't trust the kremlings. She felt like the truce vows meant nothing to them. And she was super uneasy with all of the attention Dixie was getting from the kremlings. It was unusual.

The party continued for about two hours. Afterward, Tiny and Dixie walked home. They were both tired and hungry. Dixie sat down while Tiny made a couple of fruit salads.

"You're really amazing, sis", Tiny said, before taking a bite of some apple and banana.

"Oh? How is that", Dixie asked, with half a mouth full of pineapple.

"I don't know anyone who could have brought peace between these two islands. I mean, I thought only Cranky was smart enough". Dixie smiled.

"It's always been my dream to bring peace between our two islands. I'm tired of fighting".

"Me too. I mean it's pointless; fighting over a pile of bananas. It's like mixing oil and water".

"Yeah. I know, right", Dixie added. "It's completely pointless".

After they finished their fruit salads, Tiny changed into her orphan blue shorts and sky blue spaghetti strap night shirt and prepared her bed for sleep. Dixie was heading for the door, but was halted by Tiny's call.

"Where ya goin, Dix", she asked. Dixie looked at Tiny and smiled.

"Just goin for a walk, Ti. Be back in a few".

"…Ok", Tiny said with a yawn, as Dixie walked out the door.

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Overhead, in a near-by tree, stood about three kremlings with a mounted assault rifle pointed toward the edge of the tree house. The reticule was aimed at Dixie.

Kassie, a girl kremling, was mounted at the gun, while her older brother, Kaster, stood beside her and her younger brother, Krestifore, stood behind her. Kassie's spiky auburn hair blew over the side of her snout as she got her aim exact.

"Kass, do you have her locked yet", Kaster asked.

"Just about", she replied. Krestifore was only ten years old and was far too young to understand what his older brother and sister were doing. He just stood there in confusion.

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Tiny lied in her bed and looked out the window. She couldn't fight off the feeling that something was wrong.

"Big sis has been out there for a while now", she said, getting out of her bed.

As she reached for the door knob, she heard several crackling sounds:

BANG...BANG…BANG…

Tiny's heart started racing as she opened the door and ran outside. Her eyes widened with horror at the horrendous sight she saw on the jungle floor. Her sister. Lying on the ground. In a puddle of blood. Tiny screamed a loud ear-piercing scream for as long as her lungs could allow her and jumped down to her bloody sister.

"Dixie! Dixie! PLEASE WAKE UP, DIXIE", she screamed, holding up her sister. The left side was pierced with about three bullets, one of them hit her lungs and another one hit her heart. Tiny was whimpering and stammering, scared out of her mind. She felt like she was the one who got shot. Her sister wasn't moving, she wasn't breathing, and she had no pulse. Tiny laid her head on her sister's front and cried, which caused some of her sister's blood to smear on her face.

DK, Diddy, and Funky ran toward the source of Tiny's scream. When they got there, they saw Tiny crying her heart out with her head on Dixie, who still wasn't moving. Diddy ran up in a panic next to Dixie and Tiny.

"Tiny…what happened", Dk panicked. Tiny was crying too hard to answer. Rain started pouring, like the gods were answering DK on Tiny's behafe. His eyes widened along with Funky's.

"OMG", Funky said.

"It cant be", DK said after Funky.

"She's…" was all Diddy could say before bursting into tears hiself.

Tiny rose her head up, blood all over her lovely, wet face. She was thinking only one thing:

"She's dead…"

Did you like it? Hate it? Working on chapter 1 at the moment. I will post it soon. I do not own any of the kongs and only half own the kremling siblings Kassie, Kaster, and Krestifore. Please review.