Klonoa drifts off into a sleep. He had just finished reading a rather scary fanfiction where he adventured into Eldritch dreams and got kidnapped by other cruel lovecraftian beings. Sleeping may be hard for him tonight he thinks. He usually wakes up before he travels if he gets too scared to sleep, but he ends up falling asleep anyway. He opens his eyes to find a young woman and this room which has a summoning circle. The woman had summoned him and has her eyes closed.
Summoner: Oh great hero, You have answered my call. I know your kin.... Dream Traveler. So I will not delay you with small talk and get right to the point.
Klonoa is confused. The way she says it almost makes it seem that she doesn't like "his kind" and almost hostile. It almost makes him feel as if he is extorting her.
Summoner: My request is simple..... Kill the King who controls suffering and you will be granted a singular wish. Take my life if you are bloodthirsty, but promise that you will not kill innocent people or rob them or gaslight them.
Klonoa: Huh?..... Gaslight? rob? Um...... Lady.... That doesn't sound like a hero thing. I don't want a wish or to hurt others.
For the first time the summoner opens her eyes and she sees Klonoa and immediately drops her hostilities and hugs him tightly.
Klonoa: Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!!
Summoner: Awwww! So cute! A kitten...or rabbit.... A cabbit! Haha! What trouble could a cutie like you do? Hahaha!
Klonoa: Ugh........ You are..... squeezing me....
Klonoa is confused and flustered. He had never seen this interaction happen before. The summoner regains her composer and lets go before bowing and offering him a dagger.
Klonoa: Um....... I don't..... Uhhh..... I have my own magic tool. I don't know what you think is a "hero" but I am not like that. I help people because that is the right thing to do. What is your name?
Summoner: My name? Call me Teria if you must.
Klonoa: Ok Teria, can you tell me more about what I'm supposed to do?
Teria: Kill the king. Simple. If it makes it easier pretend he is the demon lord or something.
Klonoa: Um....
Teria: Do I look like some NPC from some game whose purpose is to dispense lore? Go read a book or something.
Klonoa: NPC? Wait.... You know that term?
Teria: It's what the other heros called the people of this world. You can take your otherworldly games and concepts out of of here. I summoned you for an assassination mission. Nothing more. You will be given the same cold shoulder by everyone soon enough once you try to use your "I'm the protagonist and I can do anything" mindset.
The Teria leaves and runs off. Klonoa gets the feeling that what Teria did was probably illegal considering what she said about otherworldly "heroes" were like. He looks around and he sees that he is in some sort of building hidden in an alley and this is some small town. There is this dread in the air. It almost feels familiar to the king of Sorrow. When he sneaks around and peeks at the Marketplace from the alley he sees that most people are not happy. The Market seems like it doesn't sell as much food as it should and the prices are extreme. There must be a food shortage. Normally this isn't the kind of hero work he does, but he knows he can't just let the people suffer from this problem.
Klonoa's thoughts: Ok... I'm a hero but..... How do I fix this? I already don't like the idea of killing someone if I don't have too.... Ok! I got it! I'll ask about where their farms are so I can try and see what is the problem! I may not be a farmer, but a true hero helps out in times of need!
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Klonoa against the forces of Suffering
FanfictionKlonoa has faced sorrow. In other timelines or realities he faced nightmares and eldritch horror. In most cases he wins and it was clear he was the hero, but being a hero is far more complicated. Follow Klonoa as he re-meets old friends in a differe...
