The Forgotten Prince

    It was a dark and stormy night. Bowser Koopa sat on his throne
staring out the windows, contemplating his next scheme, and enjoying the
relaxing sound of the rolling thunder. He was sure nothing could spoil his mood
when a Terra cotta walked into the throne room and saluted.

    "Sir," it said formally, "there's a visitor here requesting to
speak to you, and he says It's urgent."

    Bowser was so disgusted by the interruption that he could have
incinerated the turtle on the spot. "Send it in." thundered Bowser, in
a tone that very clearly said "and don't show your miserable face in my
presence
again, vermin."

    The creature that walked in at that moment was something Bowser
could never have imagined would show up on his doorstep. It was a Koopa with black scales and a black shell. His spikes and chestplate were white, and to
top
off his penguin-like coloration he wore a black bowtie. He bore a strong
resemblance to Ludwig in the face, and had long black hair Like
Ludwig's, but unlike Ludwig's his hair was neatly parted into to distinct billows. He wore an all-to-cheerful-for-a-koopa expression on his face, and he just
absolutely looked like he didn't belong where he was.

    "Announcing," said the terra cotta guard, "prince Jazzman Koopa of
the Koopa clan O'gla."

    Bowser rubbed his chin for a moment. "O'gla, you say?" he asked,
addressing Jazzman, "I've never heard of the O'gla Clan."

    "We're a small clan, that doesn't surprise me." Jazzman Lied.

    "Where is your castle located, Prince?" Bowser interrogated
further.

    "In the East," replied Jazzman after a moment's hesitation, "near
Dinoland."

    "And..... Who is your Leader?" Bowser continued with his
bombardment of questions.

    Jazzman paused a moment, and answered, "My father, Lord Grax,
Emperor of Greater dinoland, Champion of...."

    "Thank you," Bowser interrupted, "then I'll be brief: Why are you
here?"

    Jazzman cleared his throat and began, "I am here at the wish of my
father to request in the name of..."

    Bowser waved an uninterested claw. "Skip the formalities," he
groaned, "I can't stand people who take twenty minutes to say they stopped in to say Hello!"

    Jazzman breathed a sigh of relief. "Yo, that's just swingin'
Daddy-o. Whew, I felt like a real square talkin' like that. Sheesh! Anyway.."

    Bowser looked at the turtle guard, who just looked back, confused.
Bowser began to wonder if the formalities wouldn't have been preferable.

    "I'm here," Jazzman continued, "'cause we cats back at O'gla have
this little exchange program. Y'know, one of those You-give-us-
one-of-your-people-and-we-give-ya-one-of-ours deals. Anyway, my point
is set an extra seat at the table, 'cause I'll be coming to dinner for a
while. Wadd'ya say, Daddy-o?"

    Bowser blinked his eyes blankly. "Could you run that past me again
in plain Koopish?"

    Jazzman sighed. "Im movin' in, and one of your kids is Movin' out."
He summarized. "Not for good," he quickly added, "just for ... oh, say a
year or so. They'll be Livin' with the O'glas. Ah, for that matter, Ya don't
even have to send anyone, I'll just move in."

    Bowser tapped his claws on the arm of his throne and thought about
this for a moment. "Very well, I see nothing wrong with that, " His demeanor
suddenly lightened. "Well, Jazzman, welcome to the clan of Morton*.
I'll have a guard give you a tour of the castle while your bags are being carried to your room."

    Jazzman shook his head. "No sweat," he replied, "all I packed was
this." He snapped his fingers and a black case appeared at his feet. He bent
and opened it revealing a saxophone. He grinned as he saw Bowser's
reaction. "I'm a music man, you see." With that he closed the case and shoved it into the arms of the Terra Cotta. "Take that to my room, Won't ya? Swingin'!"

    "I see," mused Bowser, "you and Ludwig will get along just fine. Well, guard," and at the snap of Bowser's fingers a goomba stepped out of the shadows, "show our guest the castle." And so the turtle left with Jazzman's sax, and the goomba left with Jazzman.

     When everyone was gone, Bowser narrowed his eyes. "This kid can't
think I'm just going to take him into my house at the drop of a hat, I'll have to
locate this Grax and check out the boy's story," his face darkened further.
"And I know I've heard the name Jazzman somewhere before..."

*****

    Later that night, Jazzman sat in his newly assigned chamber
pondering what to do next. He knew his mission, and he knew it wasn't going to be an easy one. However, that could wait. Right now he was just grateful Bowser had bought his story about the exchange program. As he thought back on it, he couldn't help but chuckle, it was such a ridiculous lie. For that
matter, he couldn't believe Bowser had accepted the news of a clan he had never heard of. Of course, he couldn't have heard of it, because Jazzman had made it up. There was no O'gla clan, no Grax, and Jazzman had never known there was a greater or lesser part of Dinoland.

    Jazzman had only been honest about one thing. He WAS from Dinoland.
He
was left for dead on Yoshi's Island as an infant by Bowser and Clawdia.
The
reason was that Jazzman was one of a set of twins, and twins were
considered
a terrible omen in the Koopa race. To try to avert disaster, the Koopas
had
abandoned one child and raised the other, never telling anyone that
there had
been another child. If not for the kindness of the Yoshi clan, Jazzman
would
have died.

    Jazzman was raised knowing only part of his name, Jazzman Von K. He
was
told that he had been found on a beach in a basket with this name
written on
it. All his life, Jazzman had believed this. But somehow, he had always
known
he was different from the others on the island. One day, Jazzman had
gotten
up the courage to ask his adopted parents, a pair of green Yoshis, why
he was
the only one on the island with a shell. However, they were reluctant
to
answer. Finally, the Yoshis told him that he was a Koopa, a race who
hated
the yoshis terribly, and this was what the K in his name stood for.
They
begged him never to seek out his parents, and he had agreed. But
secretly, he
vowed to learn the whole truth about his past.

    It had taken a year of snooping through old documents from the
Mushroom
Kingdom to learn of a mysterious twin brother to King Bowser's eldest
son,
Ludwig von Koopa, who was abandoned and presumed dead. This document
seemed
to date back to about the time Jazzman was found. Also, when Jazzman
looked
up this Ludwig, all he found was a picture of a koopa who looked a lot
like
himself. Jazzman had decided right then that he would find this Ludwig
and
his family, and unite them with the people who raised him. So, he came
up
with a cover story, took off toward Koopa Castle, and here he was.

    A knock at the door brought Jazzman out of his reverie. "C'mon in,"
Jazzman called. The door opened and the person who knocked stepped in.
Jazzman looked up to see....
                .... But it couldn't be!!!!

    "Hi," said the whatever-it-was, "the name's Karma. Are you this
Jazzman
I've heard about?"

    "Uh, y...yeah," Jazzman stuttered, "that's me. Who..I mean, are you
a..."

    Karma rolled her eyes. "Yes," she sighed, "I'm a hybrid: half
Yoshi, and
half Koopa."

    Jazzman nodded. "I... didn't think..."

    "Ya didn't think that could happen." Karma interrupted, and then
explained. "My parents Met.** You do know what Meeting is, right?"

    "Yeah, yeah," Jazzman replied, "sure I do. But, Between two species
that
hate each other, I mean, that's pretty wild."

    Karma sighed again, and answered, "Well, I've had my own share of
weird
Meetings."

    "Whaddaya mean?" Jazzman prodded.

    "I'm Met with one of Bowser's sons," Karma said grinning, "and he
hates
my guts!"

    "Ya mean Bowser, our your Met?" Jazzman continued.

    "Both." Karma answered Matter-of-factly. "Well," she added, her
face
darkening, "now that you know my deep dark secret, what's yours?"

    Jazzman nearly fell out of his chair as he stammered, "W...whaddaya
mean
by that?"

    Karma cracked a slight smile as she answered, "Ya might be able to
put
one over on Bowser, but not me. Ya see, I lived in Dinoland most of my
life,
and I know there's no O'gla clan, no Grax, and no Greater Dinoland. So,
what's your real story?" At Jazzman's undecided look she added, "C'mon,
Ya
think I'm gonna tell Bowser? Get real!"

    Jazzman nodded, seeing no other choice than to explain. "I
should've
known when I saw ya that you knew Dinoland pretty well," he began,
"well,
anyway, can you keep somethin' real big under your hat?"

    "Your secret's safe." Karma reassured him.

    "Swingin'," Jazzman sighed and launched into his tale of being
abandoned
and raised by Yoshis, what a revelation it was to him when he learned
his
true identity-to which Karma had to laugh-and his resolve to unite his
family
with his adopted people. "I was already startin' to think it couldn't
happen,
the way that guard talked when I brought up the cats back on Yoshi's
Island,"
he said as an afterthought, "but if you're here, I guess that proves it
can."

    "Well, If you want to bring these people together, ya know whatcha
gotta
do first?" Karma inquired after a pause.

    "What? What?" Jazzman begged, bouncing with excitement.

    "Let me whisper it in your ear," Karma replied, "it's a secret. She
leaned over toward Jazzman's ear and whispered, "kid, comb your hair!"
Karma
got out the door just in time to avoid the pillow Jazzman threw at her.

*****

    The next morning found Jazzman pacing the floor of his chamber,
thinking
about the events of the previous day. He had a renewed sense of hope as
he
thought of Karma, living proof that Yoshis and Koopas didn't have to
hate
each other.

    "If they can Meet, then they can get along with each other too," he
thought out loud, "the problem is how'm I supposed to tell those cats
that?"

    Once again his thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

    "C'mon in." he called, trying to keep the aggravation out of his
voice.
His invitation was unnecessary, however, because before he finished
saying it
the door opened and Karma stepped in. This time she wasn't alone
though. With
her was... Jazzman gasped as he beheld the face of a koopa who simply
had to
be Ludwig von Koopa.

    "Hey, kid," Karma greeted, " after our chat last night, I decided
to
introduce you to someone who's a lot like you," she emphasized the next
phrase, "in a lot of ways!" She looked at Jazzman to see if he
understood.
Clearly, he did, so she introduced the koopa twins to each other.
"Jazzman,
this is Kooky. Kooky," she paused ,"this is Jazzman von Koopa."

    Ludwig's jaw nearly sank through the floor as he heard this. "V..
Von,"
he stammered, "b..but that's..."

    "That's your middle name," karma interrupted, "I know. Jazzman, why
don't
you explain."

    Jazzman couldn't help but think this was a little too soon, but he
didn't
have any choice now. "Well, hey, Ludwig," he began, "I guess you ought
to
know the reason we have the same middle name. Y'see.."

    "I'm very familiar with the justification for two individuals in
the
koopa race to be identified by the same middle name," Ludwig
interrupted,
"but...but..." he searched for the most diplomatic way to say what he
was
thinking, "But I can't POSSIBLY HAVE A TWIN!!!!!!!! It simply is not
logically......logical!"

    Karma knew Ludwig had to be taking this hard, because he was using
words
people could understand. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea, she
thought as
she tried to calm Ludwig down. "Look, Kooky," she said as soothingly as
she
could, "this isn't a bad thing."

    "Not a bad thing?" Ludwig snapped back," Karma, do you know how
terrible
an omen this is?"

    That was too much for Karma. "Oh, get over it!" she snapped, "I
thought a
koopa who put so much stock in science would have better sense than to
buy in
to all that omen junk! Besides, isn't it supposed to be a bad omen to
Meet
outside your bloodline? And nothing's happened because we Met. Kooky,
use
your head for something besides a giant blue Chia pet for once!"

    Jazzman decided now was a good time to intervene. "Hey, look," he
said,
"I know this is hard to accept, but.. Well, Ludwig, I'm your twin
brother,"
he paused to wait for Ludwig's reaction.

    "But how...." Began Ludwig, "I mean, if I really did have a twin,
then
why.... why..."

    "Why didn't your parents tell you?" Jazzman finished the sentence,
"Because Like you said, it's supposed to be an omen. They didn't want
anybody
to know, because it'd cause a panic! so, to keep that from happening
they
left me on Yoshi's Island. If those cats back at Yoshi's Island hadn't
felt
sorry for me I would've died!"

    Ludwig was completely silent for a while as the news finally began
to
sink in. "You do bear a striking physical resemblance to me," he
conceded,
"perhaps there is a possibility that the narrative you have just
imparted to
me is truthful. However the interrogative that remains unanswered is
simply
this: how did you come to hypothesize that you were a twin, and that
your
counterpart resided in this establishment?"

    "My first clue, daddy-o, was that I was the only swinger on Yoshi's
Isle
with one o' these." Jazzman answered, pointing to his shell. "When I
went to
ask the cats who adopted me about that, they told me the whole story.
At
least, they told me what they knew. I had to snoop for myself before I
found
out about you, and Bowser and Clawdia's mysterious twins. So when I
found
you, I decided I'd drop in and say hey."

    Ludwig nodded, and countered, "then what was and/or is your
motivation
for coming here, disregarding the notion that you merely 'dropped in to
say
hey?' I find it hard to accept that you would compromise your existence
simply to greet an entity whom you theorized was your twin brother."

    Jazzman was about to explain when he heard a thunderous voice from
the
doorway shout, "Halt! Surrender immediately or you will be fired upon,
creature!" Jazzman, Karma and Ludwig all looked up to see Bowser
standing at
the door surrounded by Sledge Brothers armed with Bullet-Bill cannons.
All
three stood, dumbfounded, as Bowser stepped forward with a smaller
cannon
pointed at Jazzman's chest. "So," he began with a malicious tone in his
voice, "you thought you could fool me, did you? You thought I wouldn't
recognize you, did you? Well, let me correct you, twin. I know exactly
who
you are, I know exactly where you are really from, and I couldn't care
less
what your reasons were for coming here!" He grabbed Jazzman and through
him
in front of the platoon of Sledge Brothers. "And now," he hissed, "I'm
going
to finish what I started by abandoning you on Yoshi's Island!
Take him away!" The sledge Brothers then dragged Jazzman away to the
public
execution grounds.

    Karma was frantic. "Ludwig," she gasped, "what are we going to do?"

    Ludwig looked up toward the departing group, then turned to Karma.
"We're
going to follow them!" he said with a conviction that surprised both
Karma
and himself. And with that, they ran after Bowser and his group.

*****

    "Bowser," Clawdia pleaded, "you can't do this. It's just not
right!"

    "And what would you have me do," Bowser snapped back, "let this
thing
invade my house?"

    "That thing," Clawdia screamed, "is your son, just as Ludwig is!"

    "She's right, daddy-o," Jazzman chimed in, "I'm...."

    "You'll have time for last words later," Bowser cut him off, "if I
decide
that it should be so!" Moments later, they reached the execution
ground.
Bowser's eyes were filled with rage as he hurled Jazzman in front of
the
Sledge Brothers. "Ready," he shouted and the guards raised their
cannons.
"Aim," and they pointed them at Jazzman's heart.

    "NO!" shouted Karma, rushing onto the execution ground and throwing
herself in front of Jazzman.

    Bowser paused for a moment and shrugged, "Just as well," he
murmured,
"FIRE!"

    But the Sledge Brothers didn't fire. As Bowser looked to see why
they had
not yet carried out his order, he saw to his horror that Ludwig, his
eldest
son, was standing in front of Karma and Jazzman.

    "Ludwig," Bowser snarled, "get out of the way!" But Ludwig didn't
budge.
"Ludwig," Bowser growled through gritted teeth, "don't think for a
minute
that risking your life is going to save them this time."** Ludwig stood
fast.
Bowser was practically pleading as he said, "Ludwig, you are my eldest
son,
my pride and joy, my heir! But if you don't move I will be forced to
kill you
with them!"

    "Then that, dear father," replied Ludwig with resolve, "is what you
must
do."

    Bowser's hands were clenched in fists of rage as he bellowed, "So
be it!
Ready," the guards raised their weapons again, "aim," they pointed them
at
the three condemned Koopa children. But just as Bowser was about to
issue the
fatal command, Clawdia did something Bowser could never have predicted:
she
stepped in front of Ludwig.

    "I gave this child up to die once before," she explained as
everyone
gasped, "I'm not about to do it again."

    Bowser froze. He knew what Koopa law demanded in this situation,
but
something at the bottom of his blackened and twisted heart wouldn't
allow him
to have his wife, two sons and daughter-in-law all executed. Bowser
made a
sound that was a mix of a defeated sigh and an enraged roar as he
ordered his
soldiers to lower their weapons and return to their posts.

    Ludwig, Jazzman, Karma and Clawdia all stood silently for a moment.
Finally, Clawdia broke the silence by asking "is everyone alright?"

    "I am well," answered Ludwig.

    "I'm fine," replied Karma.

    "Everything's swingin'," Jazzman responded causing laughs from the
others. "There's just one thing. Why was ol' Bowser jumpin' so hard to
get
rid of me?"

    "He doesn't accept change easily, dear," replied Clawdia. She
looked into
Jazzman's face and her eyes filled up with tears. "Oh, son," she
sobbed,
throwing her arms around Jazzman's neck, "I'm so sorry. I knew I
shouldn't
have left you there, but I.... I..."

    "Don't worry 'bout it," consoled Jazzman as he wrenched himself
free of
Clawdia's almost smothering embrace, "everything's swingin'."

*****

    Later on as Karma and Ludwig were walking up the stairs to Ludwig's
room,
Karma laced her fingers through Ludwig's and said, "You know, that was
the
second time You've risked your life to save me. You're gonna have a
real hard
time saying you still don't like me."

    Ludwig racked his brain for the response he needed. "I don't like
you a
bit," he stated after a moment, "but I love you."

    Karma's smile faded and she clenched her fists, ready to give
Ludwig a
severe pounding. "Could you explain that one to me, Kooky?" she asked.

    "Not if my very existence depended on it," came the reply, "because
I
don't comprehend it myself. All I understand is this. When we're
together, we
wish for nothing more than to be away from each other," his voice
softened a
bit before he added, "but when we're away from each other, I find
myself
longing to see your face again, or hear your voice." Having said that
hey
pulled Karma toward him and kissed her passionately.

    Karma's smile returned as she whispered, "so that's why you risked
your
life for me.

    "No," Ludwig corrected, "that is only part of the reason."

    "So, what's the other part?" Karma asked.

    "Because losing you or my brother would be unbearable," Ludwig
replied,
"but losing both of you...well.. that would be incomprehensible!" He
thought
for a moment, and asked, "And as our conversation is already on this
topic,
what convinced you that his story was true and that he really was my
twin?"

    Karma grinned as she whispered, "it's a secret." Ludwig leaned his
ear
toward her, so she whispered into it, "Ya both have the same mop on top
of
your heads!" With that she ran her hand quickly through Ludwig's hair,
pulling it over his eyes, and rushed up the stairs with Ludwig chasing.
                                    The End
 
 
 
 

* this refers to Bowser's father, not Bigmouth

** read Love is Acceptance, a story by Karma Koopa.
 
 
 

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