It was here, right where you’re standing. That is where our hero took the life of the last balloon ever seen. It popped so loud you could hear thunder. Everyone screamed out of surprise it was really startling. But that last balloon was the final home of the strongest monster ever seen by man. It was called ChikiChikiPawPaw. Yes, that horrid day was the end of the battle known today as The Battle of the Pink Balloons. It all started with a just king called Yodo. He was a just king, in a land infested with immoral monsters. And to be just in a land of injustice is to be wise amongst fools. But no matter the promises these monsters broke, the deals they manipulated to their favor, the sheer destruction they hid in the shadows of the king’s light, he never forsook his morals.
His loyal followers called him a damn fool. Those monsters played him something wicked. But Yodo took the high ground regardless, as he felt that lowering himself to their level was beneath him. They would have taken him for everything, was it not for that one mistake. The monsters made their way into his palace and were bullying everyone to start wearing purple shoes. But the king’s daughter Shuri didn’t like shoes. She loved sandals. Rain, sleet, or snow, she would rock them babies and make it look like she didn’t even feel the cold. She was cold-blooded. The monsters held her down and put the purple shoes on her feet. She cried, resisted, but to no avail, the shoes were on.
The ground rumbled, and the sea brought forth waves higher than any building. All the animals fled because everyone knew that Shuri did NOT like wearing shoes. When the king saw his daughter in the purple shoes, he freaked out. He knew what had to be done. It was time for the Balloon platoon to make its debut. Yes, the king while maintaining the high ground, knew he had to prepare for a day where he would have to fight back. And that was the Balloon Platoon. They would soar in the sky. Slowly, very slowly, because they were riding balloons, but they were still soaring. Donning their weapons, with helmets of sheer gold embedded with a diamond and precious metals galore, they didn’t soar for a long time. They were way too heavy for the balloons. But that was the beauty of the king’s plan. Because these balloons when popped would trap a monster in them. Magic, he had learned from a demon he once gave his favorite daughter’s ring to. She never forgave him for it, but it was all worth it. The Balloon Platoon took to the sky and popped and popped and popped away.
The monsters in their last effort to save themselves tried to fuse with the land they stood upon. But the Balloon magic was too strong, and it lifted the ground as it popped. To this day, the ground has yet to come down. Now I am sure you’re wondering what role our hero played in this story. He blew all the balloons. To capture an unjust monster, you need the power of a hero. Someone who will sacrifice their voice to help those who can lead the charge. History isn’t made by one man, but by all those who stood behind him. And to activate the magic of the Pink Balloons, the breath of a man who understood that right and wrong are just perspectives was needed. Our hero, as an outsider, was the only one who was able to distance himself from the situation. And he blew the balloons with such force that the magic still fills the very air you breathe now. Can you tell he had curry and rice that day? Once he blew all the balloons and all the monsters were gone, he was asked to pop the last balloon as a signal that the battle was over. He popped his own bubble and shook up the very fabric of reality. But left us a beautiful place to see.
