Narrative/Video

[higitus_figitus]

It had been far too long now. Over five days since he had last heard anything from The Dreamfinder. His own magics had shown that the man was not even in Main Street! An enormous danger to all of them but more so to Blair himself. As it was, even the Mirror Portal had begun to malfunction without it's builder to maintain it.

A quiet inquiry had been sent out through the Land, to be on the look out for The Dreamfinder. Any news was to be sent straight to Merlin or Hades...none had come. Which was why he now sat at his table, staring at his own small communication mirror.

There was evidence of the old walkway to Tiki Oasis having been used. No one had used it since the Oasis had become the Dark Jungles. Whatever survivors having been the last ones through ages ago. It was a rather long shot but, Merlin had nothing else to go on.

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[The video turns on to show a very grumpy looking Merlin.]

I am calling all Sorcerer's Apprentices that are currently with in the Magic Kingdoms. I am afraid I have rather worrisome news.

[He rubs the bridge of his nose.]

It seems that The Dreamfinder, has gone missing. I am assuming it has been of his own power but, as he is still a new Kingdom Spirit, and the last Kingdom Spirit, I am afraid he will find himself in great danger.

So I am asking for volunteers. I need to send you out into the Dark Jungles to find the Dreamfinder or else the last beat of imagination this place has will be snuffed out and everything we have been working towards will be destroyed.

[His voice grew far more grim.]

That includes your own worlds. If The Corrosion destroys Main Street, then there is nothing left between it and your worlds. And...once it leaves the Kingdoms- it can not be stopped. If you wish to volunteer please, let me know.

The fate of Imagination is in your hands, Apprentices. Do with that, what you will.

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Comments

[beancounter]

[Fenton listened with mute horror. He'd liked the Dreamfinder. When he had been talking to him when he'd arrived, he had been the one to really get through to Fenton on how dangerous and things were, and how important it was to help. He had reminded Fenton - if inadvertantly - just what it meant to be a hero. Fenton still didn't feel confident in his magic, but at least the rhyming seemed to help... even if he did see unnerving, scurrying things just out of the corners of his eyes after each spell. Drawing in a shaky breath, he raised his hand.]

I- I... Fenton Crackshell... volunteer. Sir. I may not be too good with my magic, yet, but I'm ready to help! Any way that I can!

[higitus_figitus]

[Well, that was a great deal of bravery in such short, trembling words. Merlin nods.]

Thank you, Mr. Crackshell. I am sure The Dreamfinder will appreciate it.

[beancounter]

[Fenton nodded dumbly.] Anything I need to do to prepare? You said he went into a jungle... I guess I'll need some insect repellent, at the least...

[higitus_figitus]

Keep your training up and don't get separated. The jungle, even while un-corroded, had far more adventure to it than some people could handle.

[beancounter]

Sounds like something right up Mr. McDuck's alley... [he mumbled softly. Then he swallowed slightly and nodded.] Keep training, don't get lost. Separated. Got it. [He paused a moment.] Um... every time I do manage to make my magic work, I'm always... ...seeing things out of the corners of my eyes. I swear they're there. But there's not. It's like I'm seeing things. Scurrying about. [He shuddered.] Is that... normal? [Another pause.] ...Or is there something wrong with me? With my magic?

[higitus_figitus]

Your employer?

[curious. Well!]

ah, no need to worry. That is simply the drawback of your class. An hour of sleep or a good, hearty meal will fix that right up. It is very normal though not all Fairies will see the same things.

[beancounter]

Yeah! Mr. McDuck was all about the adventure. Especially if it had treasure at the end of it... [He chuckled fondly.] He's been through jungles, deserts, mountains, swamps, the arctic, under the sea... He's probably been everywhere on Earth!

[Fenton straightened up a bit, then slumped in relief.] So I'm not going crazy? I'm actually seeing things? Are they there, or... ...drawback, as you said. Me seeing things. But they'll go away if I eat or rest. [He pushed a hand through his hair feathers.] That makes me feel a little bit better. That I'm not going completely mad, or something.

[strangeandunusual]

That's the spirit, Fenton. Don't worry, we'll all be going together.

[beancounter]

[Fenton cheered up at that encouragement.] Thank you, Lydia. [He perked up a bit more.] If we all do this together, we'll solve this problem, no sweat! We'll be able to find the Dreamfinder, and be back in time to catch the latest episode of "All My Ducklings!" ...Or... whatever TV shows this place has.

[Fenton paused for a moment, a confused expression crossing his face.] Huh. It's M'ma who'd be interested in the TV. I usually couldn't care less. Is this just me coping with being away from her, in this strange, new world..? Stuck here and looking towards whatever familiar comforts of home I might find? Now that I'm thinking about it, though, I really am interested in what sort of TV shows they have here...

[Sorry, Lydia. He's rambling a bit to himself, here. Confused, and not having fully read all the 'side effects' of his clsss, and all.]

[strangeandunusual]

Fenton.

[she says his name gently, trying to bring him back to himself]

C'mon, focus. TV later.

[beancounter]

[Fenton cleared his throat, then chuckled sheepishly.] Ahh... right, right. I don't even know if they GET TV here. [Which suddenly sounds like a diaster to him, and he doesn't understand why, so he tries not to think about it at the moment.]

I guess more practicing's in order, huh?

[strangeandunusual]

Or maybe you need to take it easy. You sound a little stressed out. You want to meet me at the Carnation for some tea?

[beancounter]

[At the offer of tea, Fenton has to hold back a groan. Seems that's what everyone drank here, as he was constantly being offered tea. Not that he had anything against tea. It just seemed to be the default, go-to drink. Well, tea is supposed to be soothing, so he gets it, he really does. Sighing, he dragged a hand through his hair feathers.]

Sorry. Sorry, Lydia. I don't know what's wrong. I just can't stop thinking about TV for some reason. Maybe I DO need to take a break. Joining you for some tea sounds lovely.

[strangeandunusual]

It could be coffee, or soda, or whatever. As long as it's decaf. You really don't sound like you need any more caffiene.

Maybe you're thinking about TV because you just need a distraction.