"Is she still alive?" A voice boomed.
"Yes sir. She is alive and well." Said the other voice.
"No! You buffoon! She must be dead!"
"N-no, sir."
Suddenly, a new voice entered the room. It was so calm it was terrifying,
"Where is she?"
"W-we don't know," the two voices said in unison.
The voice sent a shiver down their spine,
"Find her. The plan can only commence when she dies."
Yet another voice entered the room.
"Have patience. Her time will come. The prophecy will be fulfilled."
The four voices didn't know what lied ahead, but they did know one thing.
For every drop of blood spilt in this room;
This world will be lead to it's impending doom;
This world will be submerged in the fires of hell;
Until the coin is dropped into the well;
They all obeyed this prophecy. They must fulfill it.
The silence was broken by laughter.
It was a nice summer day with a cool, fresh breeze. Now that Dixie Kong and Kiddy Kong had saved Donkey Kong and Diddy Kong, they could relax and play. Donkey Kong, Diddy, and Dixie were playing with a coconut as if it were a ball, but Kiddy was... Pulling on his socks. Not very exciting... But he's having fun. And that's all that matters. After a while, they started to relax and have some lunch. Dixie was telling Diddy and Donkey about their adventures. About how cool it was to ride Funky Kong's motor boat, and how scary it was to fight KAOS. Donkey Kong argued that his adventure was better. "Oh, wait!" Dixie said with a surprising amount of energy. "There's just one last thing I want to show you guys!" And with that, she took of. She came back down with a picture of an elderly Kong sitting in a chair asleep. "This is Wrinkly Kong," she told them. "She helped Kiddy and I a lot. I was wondering if you guys wanted to pay her a visit." Diddy and Donkey exchanged looks, then said, "Okay." "Oh, great! That's wonderful," Dixie said with a smile on her face. "She lives in the Northern Kremishpere." And with that, the Kongs were off.
The journey to the Northern Kremishpere was a long one. The Kongs brought lots of bananas for the trip, all of which were eaten by Donkey Kong and Kiddy Kong in the first hour. "Hey," Dixie yelled. "That was our only food supply!" "Hey, calm down Dix," Donkey reassured Dixie. "Just have a banana." They also had to make a few stops, since those bananas were high in fiber. When they got there, Dixie and Kiddy were the first ones out. "C'mon, you guys," Dixie gestured to the others. But when she got inside, she saw that Wrinkly was asleep. Oh well, she thought. We'll just wait it out, she said to herself. They all played some Nintendo 64, but they got bored soon after. "Hey, Dix," said Donkey Kong. "When's she gonna wake up?" "Soon," replied Dixie. "And then she'll make cookies." She told them. Well, she never did wake up. Dixie told herself that Wrinkly was just getting old. Her stomach growled, and now she wished she knew how to cook. Kiddy started wailing, and Dixie figured he was hungry, too. As they went to bed, Dixie said to herself that things would be better tomorrow.
Dixie had a horrible nightmare that night. She felt small and helpless as she was fed to a Zinger. In the dream, there were these strange chantings, saying:
For every drop of blood spilt in this room;
This world will be sent to it's impending doom;
This world will be submerged in the fires of hell;
Until the coin is dropped into the well.
She looked around and saw that there were not only one, but five Zingers. They all stared at her with those huge, intense eyes. There mouths seemed to water as they watched Dixie slowly and shakily walk across the room. She looked behind her to see four people, but there was an eerie patch of color where their faces should have been. A Zinger finally pounced on Dixie with it's hairy legs, and opened it's mouth, big and wide. Dixie quickly turned her eyes away, but it could not hide the pain she was in. As the blood fell to the floor, she felt a rumbling in the floor. The Zinger pounced again, and swallowed Dixie whole.
Dixie woke up, breathing heavily. The nightmare felt so... Real. She wanted to talk to someone about it. She slowly walked out of the room, and shook Wrinkly Kong on the arm. "Wrinkly! Get up," she whispered. She didn't get an awnser. She shook Wrinkly's arm again. She stopped and took a moment to realize just how cold Wrinkly's arm was. "Wrinkly," she asked, with no response. "Stop it, Wrinkly! You're scaring me!" Tears ran down Dixie's cheeks as she realized that Wrinkly Kong had died. She found a map on the floor. It was covered with blood, but Dixie could read it clearly: Treasure Map.