"Meta Knight get in your own bed!" a small, bearly audible thump came, as Jecra pushed a caped ball off his bed. Meta Knight, now the equivalent of a four year old. Sat on the floor gazing up at his adopted big brother with watery eyes. Jecra continued his angry gaze, before sighing in defeat. "Fine..." Jecra lifted the puffball off the floor and onto his bed. "But tomorrow you sleep in your own bed!" Jecra gave a playful warning. Meta glowed, nodding in response he curled up under the blankets against Jecra's chest, and dozed off with ease. "Damn kid." Jecra smiled shaking his head. 10 years had passed and it only felt like it was 2. Meta Knight hadn't changed much, he had grown a bit, but was still the tiniest in the base. He still didn't like Jecra leaving him with Lance or by himself. He was always silent, given that he hadn't even spoken a single word yet. And always avoided strangers and others in the base. Most of the women wanted to coo and cluck over him but, the rest wanted to test him, push, and just see how strong he was growing. Most of everyone else didn't trust or like him.

Morning came, and with it the usual routine. "Up and ready for the day!" Meta Knight landed on the floor as usual. Getting to his feet he rushed to Jecra's side, ready to follow the warrior everywhere. Jecra placing his shield and sword on his back, chuckled at the puffballs hurriedness to get to his side. "Ok, I'm taking you somewhere special today." Jecra spun around to the puffball. "But first you will need the proper wear." Jecra lowered himself to be eye level with the golden eyes. Meta Knight nodded unsure of what was going on. "Don't worry nothing bad." Jecra reassured, seeing the worry in the golden orbs.

Meta Knight sighed, following the warrior down the corridor, into an armoury room. The room was made of old, grey stone, weapons of all sorts scattered on the cold floor. The chilled temperature made Meta knight instinctively wrap his cloak around his small form. "You can come in, nothing bites, as long as it's not wielded by someone." Jecra turned to see the small puffball standing in the doorway. Obeying the puffball entered, trying his best to step over the scattered weapons. "Ok wha..." Walking backwards Jecra tripped over a mallet. "Holy shit!" Jecra gasped as he fell on his back. Meta knight eyes went wide in surprise at the random fall. "Just ignore that, it never happened." Jecra jumped up, kicking the mallet off to the side. Meta knight hid his smile and giggle under his cape, and continued with Jecra through the room. "Ok Meta." Jecra plucked the blue puffball of the ground. "Stand right here." placing Meta Knight on a metalic sheet metal table. Meta knight nodded, as Jecra disappeared into what looked like a giant dark walk in closet. Meta Knight sighed, releasing his cloak, he looked up watching the spiders on the ceiling. "Dammit, where the hell?!" Jecra swore as clanking and tossing of weapons followed his words. Meta Knight dodged a few flying swords and helmets, as Jecra continued to curse. "Why does everyone pile crap into one gigantic mountain of shit!" Jecra tossed out every weapon and piece of armour imaginable. The puffball rolled his eyes sighing. Jecra's cursing, as much as it was entertaining, was getting boring. Looking down into the shiney sheet metal, Meta Knight looked down at his reflection. Looking down he saw a navy blue, red eyed puffball, with clawed leathery bat wings. Meta knight examined the puffball, wondering if that was actually him in the reflectioin. Lifting his hand the puffball in the reflection did the same, lifting his foot the same had happened once more. Confirming that the reflection in the table was his own, he looked up to check if Jecra was still occupied. "Ow! Damn thing!" A hammer flying across the room confirmed he was still occupied. Looking back down Meta Knight saw a cloaked figure with an evil sickening smile.

"The only way to learning your true self my child, is to see who you truely you are to become!" The figure spoke, sending a chilling pain through Meta Knight's tiny form. Feeling his cloak tear apart, two wings unfolded from his back and spread out viciously. Meta Knight went wide eyed, spinning in circles trying to catch a glimps of his violet wings. "Your cloak is not what you think it is. If it gets torn or stabbed, as an example, it will not be a pleasant feeling." That evil smile reached the eyes of the cloak being. Meta Knight looked down to see the figure had vanished, and the reflection of himself with wings came back, except his eyes were not blood red anymore.

"Alright Meta Knight." Jecra sighed backing out of the dark room with his arms full of armour. "I finally found it... Oh no, no, no Meta." Jecra turned around, placing the armour on the table. "You can't have your wings out. It's bad." Jecra scolded Meta Knight. Meta Knight gazed at Jecra with apologetic eyes. But it wasnt his fault, he didn't take them out, that scary looking cloaked figure did. "Now put those away quick, before someone comes in." Jecra sighed, waiting for the puffball to fold those wings back into a cloak. Meta Knight took a few moments to figure out how to fold his wings back into a cloak, but he did after his head cleared of his wondering thoughts.

"Good, now look what I have for you." Jecra gestured to the pile of small armour on the table. Meta Knight curiously walked across the table to the items. Sitting next to the armour, the puffball looked at Jecra in confusion. "This is your new armour Meta, you wear it to protect yourself." Jecra explained. Meta Knight grabbed one of the curved shoulder plates and placed it ontop of his head. "No you silly puffball. You put it on your shoulder." Jecra chuckled, taking the shoulder plate off the puffballs head. "Here you go." Jecra fastened each shoulder plates onto the small blue puffball. Meta Knight smiled hopping into the round mask on the table. The smoothness of the table causing it to spin and slide almost off the table if Jecra hadn't put his arm up to block the fall. "And that is not a sled." Jecra pulled the mask out from under the puffball. Meta Knight gasped, tightly closing his eyes as Jecra placed the mask over Meta Knight's face. Lifting Meta Knights cape, adjusting the buckle on the back of the mask, Jecra steped back and smiled at his armoured little brother. "Meta Knight you can open your eyes now." Jecra sighed. Meta fluttered his eyes open, looking the the v shaped slit in the mask was something he was going to have to adjust too. "There you are!" Jecra cooed giving Meta Knight a playful smack. "Alright, now that you're all armoured up we can go to that special place now." Jecra took Meta Knight off the table.

Rushing down the hallway to keep up with Jecra, Meta knight glanced at the newly polished floors. Seeing his demonic form, not paying attention to his walking pattern. He cut across infornt of Jecra, running into a soldier going in the opposite direction. "Watch it you dumb kid!" the soldier snapped after knocking Meta Knight onto his butt.

Jecra walked over lifting Meta Knight up, onto his feet. "Hey, he's just a kid piss off!" Jecra hissed protectively. "That's not an excuese in my books. Control your damn kid Jecra, or we'll throw him out of here, like everybody want's too anyway!" The red caped soldier threatened. "You can't kick him out for walking into you. If you cry over spilt milk, what do you do when a demon beast shows up? Roll over and show it your belly!?" Jecra scoffed, escorting Meta Knight away from the soldier. "You just wait Jecra. That kid of your's will be gone sooner than you think." The soldier scoffed continuing in the opposite direction. Meta Knight looked up with concern, and Jecra smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry they can't do anything to you, he's just blabering cuase he's a bigger baby then an actual baby."

Oddly, Meta didn't believe Jecra's words. And what was a demon beast? What does one look or act like? Could a demon beast have been the cloaked figure he saw with the odd reflection of him? Somehow the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle were going together, and yet Meta Knight felt like he was being shattered apart.

"We're here!" Jecra snapped Meta Knight out of his daze. Looking out the puffball saw the large field, of sparring, running, jumping, and chasing. "You excited to do some sparring Meta?" Jecra gestured to the field. Meta Knight's eyes widened. He didn't want any part of this. Backing out slowly, a hand landed on his back. "Aw Mety it's not that bad. I'll show ya!" Jecra, escorted by pushing the puffball all the way in too a soft grassy part of the grounds.

"Ok Ready!" Jecra threw on his helmet, drawing his sword and shield. "Don't worry it's a sparring sword it's not that sharp." Meta Knight, frozen with panick, as Jecra charged at him. Blade inches away from him. "Wait a minute! You need a sword too!" Jecra pulled out a small combat knife, throwing it onto the ground infront of the puffball. "Now I know it's just a knife but that's about the only thing that's your size at the moment. But none the lesss, it's still a blade." Jecra shrugged gesturing the puffball to pick the knife up. Meta Knight sighed, giving quite a bit of effort to pull the blade from the dirt, Meta Knight stood confused. "Ok good." Jecra swung, scarring Meta Knight. "Now lift those tiny arms never be loose like that." Meta Knight held up his sword to block the blow. "Always be alert and ready." Jecra poked the puffballs side. Meta Knight jumping in surprise, batted the sword away. "Never let your guard down!" Knocking the knife out of his hands. "Pick it up, try again." Jecra ordered, pointing to the fallen blade. Meta, hesitant to grab the blade, took in his bleeding hand and waited. Jecra didn't hesitate to start swinging at the puffball. Meta Knight weakly held his sword up to block the forceful blows. What was Jecra thinking bringing him here? Meta Knight knew nothing, of any sort of swordsman ship skills. Even if he had the slightest he would be no match for the veteran. The clash and clanking of the swords, irritated him as if the swords were chattering, mocking his lack of skill.

Finally after a few painful hours. Getting fed up, Meta Knight pushed back, swinging vicously at Jecra. "About time kiddo!" Jecra scoffed, fighting back with ease. Throwing a few pokes and jabs at Meta Knight's unguarded spots. Out of instinct Meta Knight thrashed open his wings in a blink. Blocking the coming sword, Meta Knight bashed the sword out of Jecra's hand with his wing. Accidently slashing the hand with the claw on the wing. Meta Knight soon found himself tackled and underneath Jecra.

"Meta Knight I'm not going to warn you again. Put those wings away, they're bad." Jecra whispered in an irritated growl. Meta Knight did as he was told, and folded his wings back into a cape. Meta Knight crawled out from underneath Jecra, and saw that quite a few soldiers had stopped their sparring and were locked onto him and Jecra. "What are you all looking at, get back to your training all of you!?" Jecra barked waving his sword that he plucked off the floor, secretly hoping none saw the demonic wings. The soldiers didn't hesitate to obey his orders, and went back to ignoring them. Meta Knight gave a small smirk at their reaction. Catching a glimps of a shadow shifting beside him, Meta Knight did a double take. Finally gazing up seeing rage filled eyes with no patients, burning through him. "We're done here." Jecra snapped, pivoting and leaving with long angry strides.

Back in the halls a path was being cleared for an enraged Jecra. As the path began to close, a tired, sprinting puffball lagged behind. Jecra threw open his door, tossing his sword and shield across the room violently, and letting out a shout of anger. As he stomped over to his bed, Meta Knight stood ashamed in the doorway. "I Told you once, why do I have too tell you twice!?" Jecra hissed slamming the door behind Meta Knight. Meta Knight winced at the door, and wondered if he was going to get smacked by the angry guardian. Jecra stopped his rant, catching sight of his puffballs upset golden orbs. "Just do your best to keep them hidden." Jecra sighed lifting the puffball up. Meta Knight's eyes glowed with brightness, as he nodded. "If you weren't so cute I would smack you silly, until you gained some sense." Jecra snorted, walking across the room. "Time to sleep now." Jecra sighed placing Meta Knight on the bed across from his own. Unfastening Meta Knight's mask, laying it quietly against the wall.

Jecra turned from the mask, to see the usual drowsy protesting puffball. "Alright you brat, get in bed. I know your tired." Jecra rolled his eyes. Meta Knight simply shook his sleepy head, almost loosing balance because of his exhaustion. "Oh really?" Jecra quirked an eyebrow, placing his hands on his hips. Meta Knight gave a big squeaky yawn in response. Jecra chuckled, turning the lights out. Jecra tucked the puffball into bed, then went to do the same with himself. The moment of silence was peaceful, as Jecra drifted off himself.

"Dammit Meta Knight! Get in you own bed!" Garlude on the other side of the wall couldn't help but giggle, at the usual shout she heard everynight from Jecra. Meta Knight was growing, not fast, but steady. He was so weak when they found him, and still weak now. She wondered if he would make it through this tough life too come? And the rumours she's been hearing from other soldiers about his presence was sadly on the negative side. Were they that blind to simply see the innocence of a child?

Yet Meta Knight was no innocent child. He was a Demon Beast waiting to be awakened. The obnoxious snoring of the blonde haired soldier, was loud and clear enough for Meta Knight to know his guardian was passed the hell out. Meta Knight was wide awake, and couldn't stop thinking about his wings. He was more tempted then ever to just let them loose, and stretch them out. He wanted to use his wings badly, wanting fly and soar through the crisp midnight air. But Jecra had said his wings were a bad thing. Jecra didn't even say why they were bad? But he obeyed his guardian. None the less, it didn't stop the yearning for flight burning inside him.