Falling through the world between dreams Klonoa could feel his mind being assaulted. The memories he had of the friends and loved ones that he made on his last adventure in Lunatea was being mercilessly torn out of his mind one by one by the chaotic dimension he was forced to dwell in between his adventures.
Utterly helpless to resist, he could do no more than cry into the colorful void tears streaming down his face before the mental stress finally took it's toll and he succumbed to unconsciousness.
Klonoa had no hope that his desperate cry would ever be answered, but he was wrong. Space started distorting and a hole was torn into the bright void-like world.
The King of sorrow stepped through the rift. The king had not expected to hear the voice of Klonoa again, but an unforeseen bond that had been created between the two, had let him feel the dream warrior's call for help even cross dimensions.
Gently he picked up the savior of his world, using Klonoa's fluffy ear as a makeshift pillow for him, and slowly floated them towards the rift in the dimensions. He would not let him suffer in this realm. If he wanted, Klonoa could stay in his Kingdom as long as he wanted. Even if Klonoa refused his invitation, he would be there, for as the King of sorrow all aspects of the prime emotion was his domain, right from the first tear spilled right till sorrows end and sometimes even beyond from the marks it would leave on a person.
When Klonoa's consciousness roused he felt a distinct lack of clawing at his mind. He felt a soft fabric on top of him. Hesitantly he opened his eyes and was greeted by a bedroom with stone walls.
Klonoa's mind raced to comprehend his situation when the wooden door in the room was carefully pushed open and a person he never thought he would see again stepped through: The king of sorrow. The king curious, approached Klonoa, not understanding the storm of emotion the dream warrior was feeling.
When he was close enough, Klonoa raced out of his bed and threw his arms around him and cried freely. The king smiled gently as he folded his arms around Klonoa, he knew those kinds of tears well, tears of relief and of joy.
They embraced an unknown stretch of time while Klonoa's mind fully caught up and comprehended that he was truly safe, he would not be forced to lose his memories again in that awful place.
After they broke their embrace Klonoa looked at his unexpected rescuer not quite knowing what to say.
The king broke the silence offering him residence as long as he wanted then offered to make them some tea. Tearing up Klonoa nodded with a smile, tea sounded wonderful.
This is the second in what I hope will be a series of pictures based around the theme of heroes getting help from an unexpected source.
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See if you can spot the difference between the two variants and tell me which you like the most.
*put his wakizachi back in place* O-O Oh i see ! I SHOULD HAVE SEEN THAT ! (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
Well...how can i say that...i like the first one...but none really look like the other ear pattern... It is not bad...but a little weird from my point of view ^^'
...i miss that game...i need more of it...XD
*put his wakizachi back in place* O-O Oh i see ! I SHOULD HAVE SEEN THAT ! (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ Well...how
