MOTHER 3 NOVELIZATION VOLUME 1

I awoke to the sound of my twin brother knocking on the front door of the tiny cabin on Mt. Oriander. “Lucas, Lucas, wake up! Drago brought his kid over!” my obnoxious brother yelled up to me. C’mon, Claus, I need sleep! You know I stayed up until 1:30 last night reading Grandpa’s Unusual Flora and Fauna of the Nowhere Islands last night! Ah, and a little time to break the fourth wall here, if I may: In case you were wondering, Drago looks almost exactly like a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Except, maybe half the size. I need another- Whoa! It’s 10:45! Crap, we’re going home today too! I need to play as much as I possibly can!
I rushed downstairs, not noticing my hilarious appearance. On my way out the door, I accidentally smacked right into my mother. Oops! Sorry, Ma!
“I surrender, I surrender!” she cried, and gave me some Nut Bread. Thanks for the breakfast, Ma! I’ll eat it on the way out! 
When I was almost at the door, Ma yelled to me, “Lucas! Are you really planning to go out like that? Go up and change!”
What’s wrong with this out fit? No! I-Must-play!
“Then stay in here, in your pajamas, for the rest of your life.”
Pajamas? What the- Oh, snap!
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Man, what is taking Lucas so long? Jeez! So I, Claus, wondered until I saw him running out of the house, going south, until he almost stepped on some poor ants just casually strolling along.
It wasn’t until I yelled out that he started going in the right direction. What a doofus! 
I explained to him as he was scarfing down Nut Bread that Dragos loved being run into, but all he wanted to do was play with the babies. Nerd. Anyway, after about a half-hour I coerced him into play-fighting. Just then, Alec (our gramps. I have no respect, except to Dad, cause if I’m fresh to him, he spanks me.) came and explained to Lucas how to charge into things. As if people don’t know how to do that already.I think Alec’s missing a few marbles. B button? What in holy heck is a B button? Loony.
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Anyway, so Grandpa explained to me how to dash, so I tried it out. I hit the Drago from his right.
I heard Drago roar. I guess he likes it. Well, it was kinda fun… 
OUCH! That HURT, man! He fell on me! 
After I recovered, I talked to Claus. He congratulated me for a job well done, but I’m sure he was being sarcastic. What is wrong with that kid? I mean, I love him and all, but, man, he can be kind of a jerk. And it doesn’t help that he kicks in his sleep.
What’s that? A… voice? a really tiny one, like it came from an insect. A very rude insect, in point of fact. It was an insect. A Gryllotalpa brachyptera, or mole cricket, to be exact. I read in Grandpa’s book that the Mole crickets around here talk, but it’s really cool to see ‘em in person (or, bug). It challenged Claus and I to a duel. It was bizarre. Blue swirled all around us, and I heard the absolute funkiest music.
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So the cricket thing got a sound beating by Lukie and me. It skedaddled after that though. Oh, here’s Mom. Ooh, lunch! Our favorite! Omelets! Yum!
On my wasy back to the cabin, I heard Alec talking. I don’t know what about, but I did catch the words “frog” and “save”. I am now totally convinced that Alec needs to be bluepapered.
During lunch, Mom told us to pack, ‘cause we were leaving (through the forest).
After lunch, Mom went outside to send Dad a letter. Don’t look at me, I have no clue what was in it.
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I was just sitting in my house, reading the novelization of a play I enjoyed very much, when suddenly, I heard explosions tore into the evening calm like a tiger through Sigfreid. There were a couple more explosions following, after which I heard a siren making its way south, towards the place that Hinawa, Lucas, Claus, and myself call home. Knocks on the door came after, and a man who I was quite familiar with (having spent my teenage years as the man’s friend) shouted heartily, “Flint! Flint! Fliiiiint! The Sunshine Forest in on fire! A huge, flamey, foresty fire!! We need our resident reckless nice guy! Help!”
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What was takin’ Flint so long?! The forest’s on fire, man! Get movin’! I tried to get in his house through the door, but after wondering why he’d lock the door in a peaceful village like this and trying the door a few more times, the knob came off. Flint then proceeded to exit, and I threw the knob, hitting the doghouse and alienating poor Boney. “Aah! Doorknob!” Oops! “I mean, Flint! C’mon! Let’s go!” And after a brief nod of the head, Flint grabbed a Stick from Boney’s doghouse, “equipped” it, and started right along, with me following close behind. And contrary to what you may think, I was not looking at Flint’s butt! Wait a minute, who am I talking to?
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After a minute of going through the village, we arrived at the entrance of the Sunshine Forest. On our way in, Jonel stopped us and instructed us to pray to the forest gods for safety. In the interest of being a halfway decent neighbor, I humored him (even though I did not believe in the forest gods) and went in. A strange voice asked us about a player. Wonder what it meant? 
As we entered the forest, I could see the intensity of the conflagration even though the fire had not yet spread to my vicinity. There was a hot spring to the west, but I decided to forgo that for now and head north, 
where the fire is.
The heat was staggering. I longed to pull off my heavy fleece cowboy jacket and just hurl it into the fire.
Seeing as that took a lot of wool and I needed it when winter came, I resolved to tie it around my waist.
I knew Thomas was feeling the heat, also. I could practically feel him sweating. Everything smelled like ash and burned materials. I was very glad the blaze had not yet reached Reggie’s teepee, or all of Tazmily would have been too stoned to do anything.
Speaking of Tazmily, Lighter lived deep in the forest! And I hadn’t seen him in the village. He must be stuck!
I began to run to the north, not caring whether I ran through fire and burning myself.
Just a short ways from his cabin, Thomas and I found Lighter on the ground, barely conscious.
“Damn, Fuel’s still inside…” he said on our approach. 
“Flint,” Thomas said to me, his gaze unlike his usual aloof self. The expression on his face was difficult to describe, a sort of mix of sheer terror and confidence.
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I continued to yell out the upstairs window, terrified. Was Papa coming to get me? The fire was just behind me, and had burned most of the ground floor. It was too far to jump, I’d break my spine. And the mouse…
He’d got into the house a couple minutes ago, and he was after me, I just knew it. And it was no normal mouse, ‘cause it had wings. Bug wings. It’d already bitten my head. I persisted my shouting. I saw someone outside, heading for the house. I didn’t have long enough to get a good look at him, because I started coughing from the smoke and keeled over. Papa… help…
Before I knew it, someone scooped me up in their arms and carried me outside. The fresh, non-deadly forest air was better than I ever thought it’d be. I looked up at the person who saved my life. Papa? No, not Papa.
“Mr. Flint… thank you.”
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I carried the child until he said he had enough strength to walk. All the running through fire and battling flying mice really took its toll on your stamina, so I decided to visit the hot spring to take a dip. Not to mention, both Fuel and myself were pitch-black and covered in soot. After about five seconds of soaking, we got out and dressed. Fuel and I had also washed our clothes so at least they were not pitch-black and covered in soot. When we reached the Prayer Sanctuary, Thomas approched and said, “Ah, Flint. Fuel. I took the task of dragging Lighter back here. He’s over there.”
It looked like Fuel was very glad to see his father alive, even though Lighter had seen better days. I was somewhat worried about him as well, and was also pleased to see him living and breathing. 
After a touching reunion, Lighter actually thanked me for what I’d done. After a moment or two of stunned silence (because Lighter almost never thanked anyone), Thomas said, “The only way this could get any stranger is if it started pouring rain.”
And lo and behold, I felt raindrops on my hat. Everyone agrred that we hoped the sudden downpour would douse the blaze in the forest.
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“Come on, Lucas! Run!” my legs were shaking, and I was crying. I didn’t have the stamina to run much further, even though it was after us. For some bizarre reason, the incentive of death did nothing to hasten my progress. Mother… I want you to live. “She’s not going to survive, and face it! Drago’s teeth are way too sharp!” Claus sternly told me. I must have been thinking aloud. I could hear Drago’s mad roars even rom the distace we were at from him. Unless… he was getting closer.
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I kept running, worried about Lucas. I hope he’s all right. I glanced around my shoulder to get a look at him.
Lucas was fine, but about a hundred feet behind him was the Drago. I looked forward again. Oh-oh! It’s a dead end, a cliff with the river running at the base. But there was a shore, making a leap of faith suicide.
Oh well. If Drago gets us, it’ll be slow and painful. Splattering on the ground seemed like the more attractive option at this point. I waited until Lucas caught up to me. Then, I grabbed him and plunged to our death.
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I rested for a while at the Yado Inn. That name is very repetitive, because Yado means “inn” in a forgotten language. The Inn Inn. See what I mean? After exiting, Isaac stopped me outside. He said he was picking shrooms in the mountains when he heard a scream. He implored me to check if Hinawa and the boys were home yet. They… weren’t. However, there was a pigeon on the doorstep. It was a letter, probably from Hinawa.
Dear Flint, 
Just like you said they would, the children have been running around the mountains and fields tirelessly since the moment we arrived. Claus is as daring and full of energy as ever, while Lucas is still a bit coddled. But neither one seems tired of playing at all. My father seems sad to say goodbye to his grandchildren after seeing them for the first time in so long, but we should be home by this evening. I had forgotten how nice and refreshing the mountain air is. You’re always covered in the smell of sheep back in Tazmily village, so I really wish you could have been here to take in this air. The next time we visit, lets ask one of our neighbors to tend to the sheep so we can all come up here as a family. Claus, Lucas and I were always thinking about you. When we get home this evening, I’ll start cooking some of your favorite Omelets right away.

                                                                                     With love, your dearest Hinawa
Hinawa and the boys weren’t home yet, as I thought. If they had wanted to get home when I wasn’t out, they would have been able to walk through fire without injury, which would be an extraordinary feat. But still, I was worried, even though my tough and maybe even shady exterior did not show any sings of such. Claus thinks I’m a jerk, but I do worry about him, especially tonight. Hinawa was smart though, and I’m sure she’s found a good hiding spot. This seemed to bee the sentiments of Isaac as well. He (along with Fuel, who still had a light cough) must have come in during my internal soliloquy.
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After Mr. Flint thanked us for our help, I rushed to the inn to tell Papa what I was doing, where I’d be, and when I’d be back. He said yes, and I charged into the forest, tripping over burnt logs and not-so-burnt rocks.
It was the only way I could repay Mr. Flint for rescuing me earlier, plus Claus is, like, my best friend. Ever.
I shouted their names, still not looking where I was going.
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I’m extraordinarily thankful to the village. Everyone, excluding Lighter (who was injured) and Jackie (who was just a coward) was looking for my family. Tessie, who was best friends with Hinawa, and the village children were looking hardest. When the search reached as far as we can go, Boney (who tagged along after me) noticed something on top of the cliff. Barking madly, I looked up to see what he was blathering at. It was a piece of fabric… exactly the same color of my wife’s dress.