Saturday, November 28, 2015

World of Disney 3 - Chapter Ten (w/ Commentary Notes from the Author, Sean Livingston)

Chapter Ten: Future Legends

            “Is she going to be alright?”

            Penz’s concern for Elsa mirrored Vanessa’s. The tall redhead placed a hand over the unconscious Snow Queen’s forehead. It glowed in a golden hue while there. After some time, Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief.

            “Yeah.” Vanessa confirmed. “She’s just got the wind knocked out of her, but she’ll be just fine.”

(Authorial Note: Vanessa's hand glowing on Elsa's forehead in this scene was a way of scanning her vitals, similar to an MRI scan.)

            Penz gave a satisfied nod but not long before she noticed the hand Vanessa had on Elsa was shaking. “I suppose I should ask if you are going to be alright as well.”

            Vanessa knew she had been caught. There was no hiding the fact that her nerves were shot. “It’s just…” She swallowed and breathed very hard. “Yve Ette…she nearly almost killed me. I’ve never been so close to death…not since…” She choked on her words, unable to finish. The anxiety overwhelming, tears fell from her eyes.

(Spoiler Note: The event Vanessa was close to referencing is the near-end of Sean Thomas's Guardian lineage with the death of Genevieve, the "Last Guardian." After she gained a new cycle of reincarnations that began with Vanessa, she was able to continue on living in a new body.)

            It was the most vulnerable Penz ever seen her. She put a comforting hand to her shoulder and said, “You’re safe now. She won’t ever lay a finger on you again.”

            “Thank you.” Vanessa softly acknowledged. “The one person that came to mind in that moment I faced her was Benji. I’d never forgive myself if I let Yve Ette—”

            “WHERE IS SHE?”

            It was the distraction Vanessa did not ask to have but glad it came anyway. Adrienne stormed through the cargo hold, where most of the Ghost crew was gathered, acting as frantic as she could be.

            “Where is who?” Chrissy questioned.

            “Natalie!” Adrienne growled. “Anna, Olaf, Kristoff, and Sven are missing and so is her big butt! If anything had happened to them, I’ll—”

            “Settle down, Adrienne!” Kanan intensely demanded. “I don’t know who you’re talking about, but right now, we have more pressing concerns to deal with, such as the fact that someone’s been keeping secrets from us, and we’re going to find out what they are now.”

            He was visibly upset, and so was Hera. Penz took note of this, as well as more from the two. “You suspect me and Vanessa of sabotaging the ship. I can sense it within you.”

            “Now see that right there is another problem I have.” Kanan pointed directly to Penz. “Your way of ‘sensing’ things like a Jedi, which you clearly are not. So let’s start with the first of many questions: what are you really?”

            Penz and Vanessa shared in a quick careful glance. The time to come clean to the Ghost crew had arrived.

            “You’re right, Kanan. I’m no Jedi.” Penz’s demeanor slightly changed, acting more loosely in her personality. “I’m a being called the Guardian.” She gestured to Vanessa. “She’s one, too… but of a different kind than I am.” 

            Adrienne’s ears perked at this information.

            “Guardians? Of what?” Hera asked. “The galaxy?”

            Vanessa chuckled. “Nope. But there really is such a thing out there.”

(Authorial Note: This is an inside joke to Vanessa Marshall's voice work in Disney XD's Guardians of the Galaxy series, in which she portrays Gamora, another character who bears a few similarities to Hera.)

            “We’re Guardians of another universe known to few outside it as the ‘Disneyverse.’” Penz clarified.

            It was a revelation that astounded everyone, specifically Chrissy, who was reminded of a recent conversation over a similar topic. She looked to Adrienne and asked, “Didn’t you tell me back on Coruscant that you’re a Guardian, too?”

            All eyes centered on Adrienne, as she was put on the spot, thanks to Chrissy and her keen memory.

            After a deep sigh of frustration, she admitted, “Yes, I’m a Guardian, too. Is anyone surprised? Scared? Want to put me on the stand, too?”

            Although it shocked the Ghost crew to discover this, it did not surprise Ezra as much as it had the others. “Well, it does explain a lot – like how you teleported yourself out of that detention cell. Even I know that no Jedi can pull off something like that, no matter how much training it takes.”

            “Yeah, and it explains a lot to me about Penz and Vanessa.” Adrienne stated. “I watched Vanessa perform all sorts of feats akin to a Guardian back on Hoth. The one thing I can’t figure out is where either of you comes in the line of reincarnations. Last I checked, there are supposed to be just seventeen of us.”

            Vanessa smirked. “Not anymore.”

            Adrienne frowned. “And what’s that supposed to—”

            “Are you all some kind of species?” Ezra suddenly asked.

            His timing aggravated Adrienne more than his question did, but she answered anyway: “The Guardian was supposed to be one omnipotent being capable of taking on many different faces and sexes through reincarnation…but now… there appear to be two of us, with one ‘amalgamated reincarnation’ in Natalie, a friend we made on Hoth who has apparently missed the memo of rescuing Elsa’s sister and friends.”

(Narrative Note: As the series progresses, more variations of reincarnations are introduced, such as an "alternate reincarnation," a Guardian born from one of Sean Thomas's parallel counterparts that will appear in The Disney Access. There's also a different form of reincarnations known as "Splitters" to be featured in the second installment of the Marvel Universe Saga, Marvel Evolution.)

            At the mentioning of the Snow Queen, Chrissy and the crew of Ghost took notice of Elsa’s presence for the first time since their escape from the ice world.

            “Definitely royalty, wearin’ that crazy outfit.” Zeb observed.

            “Was she part of that ‘anomaly’ you detected on the planet?” Sabine asked Adrienne.

            “She was the anomaly.” Adrienne replied. “Elsa is part of the Disneyverse.”

            Kanan groaned, his frustration evident. “I’m sorry, but I’m having a little trouble accepting the thought that there’s some type of ‘other universe’ in existence beyond our own.”

            Vanessa smiled in amusement at his disbelieving attitude. “Is it any harder to believe in something as majestic as the Force?”

            He glowered at her well-considered notion. “Point taken.”

            “Whether this ‘Disneyverse’ exists or not isn’t any of our concern.” Hera said. “Our situation with the hyperdrive is.”

            “And you still suspect Penz and me of sabotaging it, right?” Vanessa deduced.

            “You two and now one other,” said Hera, directing her focus on Adrienne.

            “Look, we did manipulate the hyperdrive functions, only to alter the ship’s course into the Disneyverse.” Vanessa confessed.

            The science behind what the tall redhead just explained baffled Chrissy. “Hyperspacing out of one plane of existence to another is downright impossible. And, believe me, I would know of such things from my time in engineering around Starspeeders.”

            Vanessa smirked. “No offense, Chrissy, but nothing is ever impossible for the Guardian.”

            “I don’t appreciate my ship being tampered with,” Hera scolded, “especially when it almost cost the lives of everyone aboard.”

            Penz and Vanessa were struck with guilt over that established prospect.

            “We’re sorry.” Penz said on their behalf. “No one was meant to get hurt in the journey. Most importantly not any of you.”

            “Most importantly?” Sabine drew heavily on the modifier. “What do you mean by that?”

            “Allow me the pleasure of clarifying that statement.” Adrienne almost-pompously volunteered. “What Penz means is that you rebels are the catalyst of a great uprising that happens only a few years from now. You will inspire what will be known as the ‘Rebel Alliance’ across the galaxy.”

(Star Wars Note: The Ghost crew were in fact a sect in the growing rebellion, as revealed in the Season One finale of Star Wars Rebels, and not necessarily the primary inspiration for it. Some might consider them to have given the rebellion a push forward in their destined alliance with their noble defiance against the Empire.)

            “The Rebel Alliance?” Kanan whispered the name in fondness.

            “An organization of freedom fighters that stand against the Empire and carry on your legacy for years to come.” Adrienne continued. “Honestly, I shouldn’t be telling you any of this, but our current circumstance has forced certain information to be revealed.”

            Listening to Adrienne’s details of these future events made Ezra feel more awestruck than his fellow crewmates – minus one Twi’lek pilot captain, who became even more suspicious of Adrienne’s knowledge. Does she know about Fulcrum, she pondered.

(Star Wars Note: "Fulcrum" is an alias used by Ahsoka Tano, the former apprentice of Anakin Skywalker during the Clone Wars, in order to maintain secrecy in communications between herself and Hera.)

            “I saw a strange model airspeeder fly over the surface of Hoth.” Ezra revealed to the group, bringing attention on him. “It had Sabine’s Starbird design on its hull…or, at least, some version of it.”

            Adrienne’s eyes opened wide with surprise. “The insignia of the Rebel Alliance! But that can only mean…we’ve somehow traveled forwards in the galaxy's timeline.”

            “Sorry. Our bad.” Vanessa bashfully muttered.

            There was more trepidation than ever over the unquestionable power of these self-proclaimed “Guardians.” However, Zeb managed to muster some fascination with his fear.

            “I must admit I’m a bit impressed of the idea of you bein’s capable of travelin’ through time.” The Lasat expressed.

            “To reach the Disneyverse, both time and space must be traveled.” Penz informed.

            “I can’t believe this.” An exasperated Hera uttered. “So we’re stuck in the future?”

            “It’s not as bad as it sounds.” Vanessa reassured. “Penz, Adrienne, and I can get you back to your proper present.” The alliteration of that last phrase made her giggle. “Hey, ‘proper present’ – that sounds neat.”

            Hera rolled her eyes at the easily-distracted redheaded human. “If you can do it, then do it now.”

            “No. Later.” Adrienne belayed. A hand went to her forehead as if she experienced a slight headache. “I just picked up on another anomaly…this one’s on Jakku.”

(Star Wars Note: Jakku is a new planet to be featured in the upcoming seventh movie in the Star Wars cinematic saga, The Force Awakens. It was first seen in the teaser trailer to the film, believed by many to be Tatooine, due to its desert landscape. Its name was confirmed by director J.J. Abrams during the Star Wars Celebration 2015 event in Anaheim, California back in April. An upcoming DLC for the multiplayer video game, Star Wars: Battlefront, that takes place on the planet - 29 years before the events of The Force Awakens - will be released December 8th.)

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            Often mistaken for Tatooine with its strong resemblance to the desert climate of its fellow Outer Rim planet, Jakku was just as much of a world to maintain a low profile. It was certainly a change of pace for the passengers of Ghost from their recent excursion on the frozen territory of Hoth. The endless flatland was nearly daunting for Hera to fly over. Thankfully, with the acute guidance of Adrienne, who seemed to have visited the planet before, the Twi’lek pilot was able to know just where to make her heading.

            There was still much Hera was forced to process after uncovering Adrienne’s strange past. Neither she nor the rest of the crew knew much about her when they encountered her one fateful day on Lothal. Kanan merely presumed she was a Jedi lost to the purge over a decade ago and brought her along to help Ezra learn more about the Force. Admittedly, Adrienne’s attitude and methods made Hera wary of whether or not she was a real Jedi.

            After a long period of flying,  Hera eventually spotted one thing that stood out – a small camping pitch. It was where Adrienne instructed her to land. Upon descent, she and the rest of the crew noticed a figure donned in a hooded dark brown cloak waiting just outside of a large maroon-colored tent.

            “Who’s that?” Ezra questioned.

            “My little anomaly.” Adrienne said with half a smile.

            Soon after Ghost landed on the sandy surface, its rear facing in the direction of the camping pitch, the ramp lowered and permitted its passengers to exit. Adrienne was the first to step out, approaching the short-statured, hooded figure that waited so patiently for their arrival, which he seemed to have expected.

            And he made that abundantly clear from the way he jubilantly said in a high-pitched voice, “Knew you were comin’!”

            Adrienne looked down on the stranger with hands on her hips. “Any reason Mickey Mouse is dressed like a Jedi?”

            The figure removed his hood, exposing a pair of perfectly round black ears. Seeing his true appearance came as a shock to the crew of Ghost, who had never seen a creature like the one that stood in front of them before.

(Disney Note: "Jedi Mickey" is commonly seen during the Star Wars Weekends event held annually at Walt Disney World's Disney Hollywood Studios theme park. He has been featured prominently in merchandise sold exclusively at the park. Since his debut, he has been joined by Minnie as Leia, Donald as a Stormtrooper, Goofy as Darth Vader, and Chip 'n' Dale as Ewoks.)

            “Awe. I’m just keepin’ appearances.” Mickey said. “It’s not every day you get to be a sorcerer and a Jedi, you know.”

            Adrienne grinned. “More frequent than you realize.”

            “And this realm is the one place where I get to be me for once.” The mouse joyfully added. “How ‘bout that, huh?”

            “Yeah, I’m all happy for ya, Mick.” Adrienne impatiently muttered. “Is she in there?” She gestured to the tent behind him.

            Mickey expressed a hint of distress as he confirmed, “Uh, yeah…s-she’s there. Lucky I found her when—”

            Adrienne did not waste any time bypassing Mickey to enter the tent. Just before she walked in, she turned to the group and instructed, “All of you wait out here. This is a personal visitation.” With that assessed, she proceeded in.

            The interior provided much shade from Jakku’s brazenly hot temperature. The atmosphere was cool, albeit somewhat dim, due to the dark texture of the maroon sheet that made up the structure of the tent. Across from the entrance sat a young woman in a short-sleeved, short-skirted green dress complete with a brown corset tied to her waist and brown boots to match. Her hair was long and auburn, though the dimmed setting made it look much darker.

            Her eyes were closed, and her legs were folded into lotus style while she sat on a bed of red, brown, and reddish-orange pillows, meditating. Indeed, this young woman was the Jedi that Adrienne recalled hearing about during the Clone Wars – the legendary Terr Essa.

(Biographical Note: "Terr Essa" is based on/inspired by Teressa Anne Brown. The character was first introduced in the one-shot story that served as a prequel to World of Disney 3, "Reflections of Another Life." She was intended to have a much larger part in WOD3 but was shortened in favor of keeping focus on Adrienne and the few other characters that served purpose to the main plot.)

            Yet there was something that felt different about her than when both their presences were last met.

            Slowly and surely, Essa’s eyes opened to reveal their sparkling hazel color. She did not say a word; instead, she merely stared at Adrienne. For a long moment, neither woman said a word to each other.

            That was until Essa finally told Adrienne, “You’ve come at last.”

            “You expected me to find you here.”

            “Only because you wanted to find me.”

            Adrienne nodded assuredly before sitting down to the floor in front of Essa in the same lotus position. “So,” she callously said with a shrug, “Here we are. Now what?”

            Essa attempted to respond but stopped and groaned, clutching her left side with her right hand. Noticing this, Adrienne caught a glimpse of the area she grasped to: there was bleeding, a hole burnt through the corset and the fabric of her dress, breaking through the skin. It was clear she had been involved in a recent battle that left her mortally wounded.

            Seeing the wound brought Adrienne to question, “Was it a Sith that attacked you? A Sith named Yve Ette?”

            Essa weakly smiled. “Not surprised you know her. She just happened to mention she would come after you, after she got to me.”

            Adrienne felt more guilty than angry. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why she would involve you like this.”

            “You do know why, Adrienne. The second you saw our little friend outside, you knew what this was really all about.” Essa was calm in her address, regardless of the searing pain in her side.

            Adrienne considerately paused for a long time and asked, “How long have you known?”

            “Since Yoda told me how much I was like another young Jedi he trained many eons ago – one born neither of the Force nor of this world.”

            Hearing this, Adrienne wondered aloud, “Which reincarnation are you?”

            Essa gave a laugh that followed into a brief cough. “I hadn’t known what that term meant until this very moment. I’ve lived in the galaxy for many years and had not aged a day…suffered any ailments, except this one now. At first I believed myself to be of a rare, immortal species. There’s not much the Jedi let us know of our past. But then I sensed your presence, growing stronger each year, until it was like a beacon…a voice calling out to me.”

            Adrienne scowled. “If you knew I was in the galaxy, why didn’t you reach out to me when Yve Ette attacked?”

            “Because I know how important you are in the events to come…and I wanted to protect you. A mother will always protect her child.”

            It was those last words that gave Adrienne a newfound understanding of this young female Jedi and who she was in actuality. Her eyes filled with tears – happy tears – as she continued looking on her.

            “I admit that it took much focus and deep connection within my soul to discover what Yoda had known the whole time – I am the living restoration of a woman named Joanie. I died in another life, in another world.”

            Adrienne knew of the events she referred to. “At Project Geo, in the Marvel Universe. You…Gigi…died at Facilier’s hands. We thought you were gone for good that time, but you must’ve been able to reincarnate into a new form when the magic Facilier stole was returned to Fantasia.”

            Essa nodded as if to confirm Adrienne’s hypothesis. “When I first manifested in this form on Coruscant, there wasn’t much I could remember of the previous life or the one before it.”

            Adrienne snickered. “Yeah, I can relate.”

            “Once I remembered who I was, many years later, I reached out to Mickey. Lucky for me, he was in the galaxy at just the right time, being on a special mission with Yen Sid. Unfortunately, Yve Ette must’ve been tailing the little guy here to Jakku – the one place I would think to be safe from the Empire – because she attacked us the second he arrived.”

(Authorial Note: It can be considered a possibility that Yve Ette knew of Terr Essa's location from the link that she shares with Joanie, not only from the "Sean Thomas" half of her but from the "Dawn" half as well, since Dawn was also born from Joanie.)

            Adrienne’s hands balled into fists, her anger increasing over Yve Ette’s reign of terror, particularly against her mother. She swore the next chance they would meet, it would not be a pleasant experience.

            Essa suddenly let out a cry of agony that brought Adrienne’s attention back on her. She saw her double over in pain and rushed to gently lift her upper body, letting it rest on her lap.

            Essa’s cry did not go unnoticed by the group outside, prompting them to hurry into the tent and see what the commotion was about. Chrissy was the last to have entered. Looking past the others to see the scene on the other side of the tent, her eyes widened at the familiar woman Adrienne nursed.

            “Mistress Essa!”

            Adrienne was taken aback the moment she saw Chrissy frantically push her way through the others and join at Essa’s side. “You know her?”

            “I turned to this woman for help when I needed explanation of my condition, so I can see my daughters again.” Chrissy said, anger developing in her voice as she directed her address towards Essa: “For years, I thought you perished during the galaxy-wide execution of the Jedi, and now I find out you survived while my little girls died!”

            Essa shook her head. “Your girls survived as well, Chrissy.”

            Chrissy was paralyzed in astonishment at this revelation. “W-What?” A sense of hope returned in her. “What h-happened to them? A-Are they alright? Where are they?

            Essa fought through the pain overtaking her long enough to say what needed to be for the sake of easing Chrissy’s prolonged trauma. If there was a chance her next reincarnated form would forget all the information that was stored in the memory of her current form, she would never be able to keep the promise she made all those years prior.

            “I found them in hiding on Nar Shaddaa and took them to Fantasia.”

(Star Wars Note: Nar Shaddaa is the largest moon of Nal Hutta. More commonly known as the "Smugglers' Moon," it is similar to Coruscant in that its surface was entirely one city. Unlike Coruscant, however, Nar Shaddaa was relatively rundown and dangerous on the lower and under levels of the world city. It was filthy, polluted, and infested with crime everywhere.) 

            Chrissy frowned. “F-Fantasia? Where in the galaxy is that?”

            “It’s not in the galaxy, Chrissy.” She heard Vanessa say from behind her. “It’s in the Disneyverse.”

            There was that name again – The Disneyverse – a place of deep discussion preceding their arrival on Jakku. Before then, it served no importance to her whatsoever; just a ridiculous notion brought on by Vanessa, Penz, and Adrienne. But now that it was the location of her daughters, Sierra and Sienna, her belief in the existence of the “parallel universe” increased.

            Essa raised her bloodied right hand close to her face. Her fingertips turned grainy – the beginning stages of reincarnation. Time was no longer a luxury that she had, and there was still much she needed to tell Chrissy before her body rendered to dust.

            “Chrissy, listen. Once you’re in Fantasia, everyone – including Sierra and Sienna – will see you as you truly are. Your condition…it’s not irreversible. You just need to…to…”

            She was abruptly interrupted by the violent convulsion of her body. Adrienne could feel the upper half of it stiffen against her lap until it went limp. Essa, the second reincarnation of Joanie Navarro-Thomas, died from her severe wound. Her eyes remained open, lifelessly staring at the ceiling of the tent, before Adrienne respectfully closed them and allowed her body to rest on the floor.

            Kanan mournfully sighed. “It never gets easy losing another surviving Jedi.”

            “She wasn’t a Jedi.” Adrienne coldly remarked. “She was a Guardian…and my mother.”

            They all looked on Adrienne in sheer bewilderment. Yet it was not as shocking as what they watched happen with the body of Terr Essa. It completely dissolved into a white powdery substance that sparkled in gold and rainbow.

            Ezra was the one most baffled from the supernatural event. “Uh…what just happened?”

            “Her body’s retired itself in order to be reestablished into a new one.” Penz explained. “That’s reincarnation.”

            “Adrienne, we’ve gotta rescue Yen Sid from the Empire before it’s too late to stop them from findin’ Fantasia and destroyin’ it.”
            Mickey hated to be so direct only a short time after losing Terr Essa. Even though Joanie would reincarnate into another form soon, there was no telling how different she (or, by some slim chance, he) might be or if Joanie’s memories might remain intact. These were the thoughts Mickey figured to be going through Adrienne’s mind as she stared at the dust lying in place of Essa’s body.
            But there was more on Adrienne’s mind than her mother. Mickey brought up an issue that should have had no bearing whatsoever on her conscience. Fantasia’s destruction was imminent – she witnessed it multiple times through many attempts in stopping it, yet the result was all the same. How would another be any different?
            Things are different this time. There are the lives of two girls at stake now. We have to do something about it, no matter the outcome.
            With this new resolve, Adrienne snapped back into focus.
            “Vanessa…Penz…take Elsa and the crew to Fantasia. For the safety of the Queen of Arendelle and theirs as well, they must be there.”
            Vanessa affirmed Adrienne’s command with a nod. “Understood.”
            “Mickey, you and I are gonna wait for my mother’s new reincarnation to arrive and then make our move towards another rescue mission on the Death Star.”
            The mouse did a double-take. “Just the three of us against an entire battle station,” he exclaimed in fear.
            “I’m willing to tear the whole damned thing down piece-by-piece all by myself if it means getting Yen Sid back.” Adrienne boldly declared.
            “You know that Yve Ette will be there, possibly waitin’ for us.”
            With murderous rage in her cold blue eyes, Adrienne hissed, “Good.”
(UP NEXT: Happy Birthday, Brandy!)

Friday, November 27, 2015

World of Disney 3 - Chapter Nine (w/ Commentary Notes from the Author, Sean Livingston)

Chapter Nine: No World to Bring In a Child

            “I’m not going to jail!”

            “Yeah, you are! Those are the rules!”

            “That ain’t fair!”

            “No one ever said losin’ was fair.”

            “Well, it’s not when you fellas are playin’!”

            Victoria sat lotus style on Yen Sid’s workshop table while Huey, Dewey, and Louie settled on the floor and played their board game, the rules of which were in close relation to those of Monopoly. One rule was for the player that got sent to jail to wear a mask designed with the face of a Beagle Boy, whereas the winner won all the money in Scrooge McDuck’s money bin (with a gold-plated toy model to brag over). When the winner turned out to be Louie and the loser Dewey, the latter put up an argument.

(Pop Culture Note: Since 2001, at least sixteen Monopoly board games have been released under the Disney label, including brands based on The Muppets, Pixar, and Phineas and Ferb.)

            “Louie took an extra turn when he wasn’t supposed to!” Dewey alleged, pointing a livid finger at his victorious brother. “He’s the one who has to go to jail and wear the mask!”

            “Awe, stop bein’ such a baby and put on the mask, Dewey!” Louie retorted, practically clutching the gold toy money bin in his feathery hands.

            “No! You put it on!”

            “No! You!”

            “You!”

            Huey had enough of the bickering between his brothers. “Victoria? Can you do somethin’ about these two? They’re drivin’ me nuts!”

            Victoria hardly recognized that she was being addressed. She had really not been focusing on them or their game. Her mind was solely on what Anne-Marie told her earlier – the inevitability of Fantasia’s destruction. The thought of being unable to prevent it truly angered her. As much as she and the other Guardians could do – have already done – for the worlds within the Disneyverse and those beyond it, they could not stop one world from being destroyed by those from another, despite knowing exactly how and when it will happen. It was outrageous.

            “Hey, Victoria! You O.K.?” Dewey asked, his concern no longer on the game but on their troubled friend.

            Victoria snapped out of her thoughts, finally noticing the worried stares she received from the boys. “I’m so sorry, my darlings. What were you asking me?”

            They were almost too concerned for her well-being to bother her over their squabble; yet Dewey just could not let it go. “Louie took an extra turn and won the game, so I’m the loser. That’s not fair, is it?”

            Victoria smiled. As odd as it seemed, this issue among them was just the stress-reliever she needed. Compared with the heavy burden Anne-Marie laid on her, the sibling quarrel between Louie and Dewey was nothing to have a headache over. She unfolded her legs and hopped off of the worktable, joining with the boys down on the floor.

            “Tell you what,” she began, “How ‘bout we start the game over, so that I can join you. Four-way-even. That way we can be certain who is or isn’t cheating to win. And you boys can trust me not to.”

            They nodded in agreement.

            “You don’t mind wearin’ the Beagle Boy mask if you get sent to jail?” Huey questioned with the aforementioned item in hand.

(Authorial Note: I envisioned the Beagle Boy mask to be not just the black eye mask but a plastic representation of a Beagle Boy face, similar to a Halloween mask, since wearing it adds to the embarrassment and dissatisfaction of losing the game. This is particularly so, as the stipulation states that the wearer must have it on for an hour.)

            Victoria smirked. “I’m already wearing a mask. Another certainly wouldn’t hurt – especially not one as dreadful as that.”

            She and the boys shared in an emphatic laugh over her quip. It was the most humbling merriment she had with anyone in quite some time. It seemed like ever since she discovered herself to be this all-powerful reincarnation of a man with a good heart and soul that lived within her, she was scarcely awarded such a moment of levity. The board game she decided to engage in with the boys marked the start of a good thing, even if it would not last for very long.

            The game was just about to restart until a flash of light burst within the room, followed by a gust of wind that blew through Victoria and the boys, moving her bangs temporarily across her eyes and taking a few feathers off Huey and Louie. Within seconds, a new group of characters appeared from out of nowhere. Victoria recognized three of them as Anna, Kristoff, and Sven from her old home in Arendelle, but she was most surprised of all to see Natalie with them.

            “It’s you!” Victoria exclaimed, nearly overjoyed to see the Native American amalgamated reincarnation. “Where have you been?”

            Natalie regarded her new surroundings. “I’m more worried of where I am now.”

            “Fantasia.” Victoria confirmed. “You’re in Fantasia.”

            Natalie frowned at this. “Really? I thought Fantasia was destroyed.”

            “Destroyed?” Huey, Dewey, and Louie bellowed from the unexpected bombshell.

            Suddenly, Natalie’s focus was taken off from the room as she felt a violent grip come over the collar of her red plaid shirt and found herself face-to-face with a furious Anna.

            “Take us back!”

            Natalie was virtually afraid to tell her what she had next: “Sorry. I can’t.”

            “NO!” Anna screamed, shaking Natalie under her aggressive grip. “That’s not what I want to hear! We are going back! We have to go back for my sister! You left her there with those giant metal elephants!”

            “Giant metal elephants?” Victoria repeated with a perplexed grimace.

            A look of guilt filled Natalie’s face, expressing much sympathy for the princess. “I’m sorry, Anna. I just can’t risk another attempt at teleporting. Trust me, we’re somewhere very much safer than anywhere I might send us to.”

            Stricken by grief, Anna released her hold upon Natalie’s collar and dropped to her knees, breaking into tears. Kristoff and Olaf immediately went to her side in comfort.

            “Don’t cry, Anna.” Olaf said. “I’m sure Elsa is still out there, being protected by Vanessa and that crazy-eyed woman with the glowy sticks.”

            Unbeknownst to the living snowman, his body began to show signs of melting. It started with his carrot nose, which sloped down until he pushed it back in place unconsciously. Victoria was the only one who appeared to have noticed. The room’s warm climate was in no way suitable for a being made entirely of snow – that much was certain from the lit fireplace at the corner nearest Olaf, radiating its heat over him.

            The moment his head turned lopsided, Victoria knew she had to do something for him right away. And she was on the verge of it before a glittering white spark of magic streaked in from her left and formed around Olaf. Quickly, he was restored to his usual structure while a small flurry cloud hovered over him, keeping his body completely cold.

            Impressed by the cloud, Olaf smiled wide. “Oh! Now that’s really cool!”

(Disney Note: Olaf's "flurry cloud" was created by Elsa in Frozen to keep the living snowman from melting, after restoring summer to Arendelle, at the conclusion of the film.)

            Victoria felt relieved; however, she questioned who Olaf’s savior was.

            “What is going on here?”

            It was a stern, intimidating voice that Victoria instantly recognized. She and the others turned and faced the direction it came from, finding Anne-Marie standing in the room. Her arms were folded, although it was difficult to see that they were beneath the large interlocking sleeves of her robe, and the expression on her face corresponded with the tone she spoke in.

            Victoria knew that look. It was the one made when someone was in deep trouble.

(Character Note: Some of Anne-Marie's personality takes inspiration from Yen Sid, such as the way in which she folds her arms and gives a stern glare to the troublemaker she catches in the act. This makes sense with her being a member of the Council of Sorcerers along with Yen Sid himself, picking up on the nonsense behaviors of her fellow councilmen.)

The Cinderella Realm

            The night sky lit up with a multicolor of fiery sparks above the King’s castle in celebration of the ball held in honor of the King’s son. The ball, of course, would be the setting where Cinderella would shine in her radiant, glittering white and blue dress – gifted to her by the Fairy Godmother – and capture Prince Charming’s heart before the stroke of midnight.

            However, the real action of the evening was not in the castle but out in the forest. Within a clearing, lit by the light of the moon and fireworks, a young couple shared in a moment of passionate lovemaking. Their privacy was relatively helped by the greenery that surrounded them.

(Authorial Note: Incorporating Cinderella into the World of Disney series was at first a difficult task. The setting and its characters offered nothing to advance the plot in any way, except for the Fairy Godmother - the only magical character in the story, who will make an appearance in the gender-swapped WOD spin-off tale, Disney Worlds, in 2016.)

            Joanie Navarro lied atop the man she delighted in calling her husband every day since the time of their wedding three years prior. She locked lips with Tomas for an unmeasurable amount of time. The seconds, minutes, and hours escaped her, solely focused on Tomas’s sweat-drenched, rock-hard body. She could not figure on why he was so sweaty, since the temperature was quite cool out in that forest. It was the reason she wished she had kept on her robe, as her unbuttoned silk purple blouse, black tank top, and blue jeans did little to satisfy her need for warmth – an issue that was soon rectified with her body pressed against Tomas.

            When the time came to go the next level, she did not hesitate.

            Tomas felt the black leather belt from his black pants go undone. Disconnecting his lips from Joanie’s, he looked down towards his belt to see that it was undoing itself. The sight unsettled him, especially once he realized it was Joanie’s magic – her hands nowhere near the buckle.

(Authorial Note: Since WOD3 was already targeted for a "Teen" rating for its violent content, I chose to pursue the topic of "sex in the Disneyverse" with this scene to spark a curious notion for the reader: Should intercourse be allowed in a Disney realm from two real world visitors? Would it already have been there in the first place, with children of characters in existence? It's a "birds and bees" topic that few or so readers may or may not want to think about, depending their level of maturity.)

            “Joanie, wait.” He whispered with a disjointed sigh.

            “No…can’t…stop…gotta…keep…going.” She said between kisses she delivered on his neck and chest.

            “Joanie, please. Stop.”

            Joanie desisted, moving her head away from Tomas’s and seeing the strong expression of concern on his face. Concerned herself, she questioned, “What’s wrong, babe? I thought we were having fun.”

            Tomas sat up, prompting Joanie to move aside and sit beside him, her body still pressed against his. “I just…It feels wrong doing this here.”

            “You mean this grass? Is it too uncomfortable for you? That’s no problem. There’s an empty cottage not far from here. We can just—”

            “No, Joanie. I mean ‘here’ as in this…this G-rated fairy tale world. Does this not go against your job?”

            Joanie raised an eyebrow at his inquiry. “We’re just kissing, Tomas. In my book, that doesn’t count as sex.”

            “Yes, but you were kissing me everywhere on my body!”

            “So? We’re still clothed!”

            “I felt you unbuckling my belt – and not with your hands!”

            Joanie gave an aggravated groan. She did not anticipate him to have noticed.

            The moment was gone, urging her to leave his side and stand upright. She gazed up at the fireworks that continued to erupt the sky in a barrage of colors.

            Seeing how upset she was, guilt went through Tomas. “I am sorry, love. I did not mean to turn this into—”

            “No, Tomas. I’m the one who should be sorry. You’re right. I’ve been careless in my duties. My job is to preserve the purity of the Disney Worlds, and here I am ready to do the Marvin Gaye with you.”

            Tomas frowned. “The…Marvin Gaye? I do not understand.”

            Joanie chuckled, reminded of her husband’s lack of knowledge on American culture. “It’s a song of his about sex – ‘Let’s Get It On.’”

(Pop Culture Note: "Let's Get It On" by soul artist Marvin Gaye was released June 15, 1973. The song was known for its romantic and sexual lyricism, becoming Gaye's most successful single for Motown and one of his most well-known songs. With the help of the song's sexually explicit content, "Let's Get It On" helped give Gaye a reputation as a sex icon during its popularity.)

            “Oh.” Tomas said with an understanding smile. It quickly faded once he heard Joanie sniffling. Her back faced him, preventing him from seeing the obvious weeping. Responding to this right away, Tomas stood up from the grass and approached his wife from behind, warmly rubbing up and down at her arms.

            She wiped away tears that flooded her view of the fireworks. “It’s 1982…back in our world. Just a year before our first daughter is born.” More tears streamed down from her eyes. “I just…I just feel like the clock is tickin’, ya know? I know that sounds weird comin’ from a girl my age, but I really do feel like it’s imperative to keep in-line with history and make sure we do everything right to see that Kimberly is born.”

(Biographical Note: In reality, Kimberly Nicole - the woman who the character "Kimberly Thomas," Joanie's first-born child and daughter, was based on in World of Disney - was born February 6, 1983.)

            Tomas’s eyes lit up at the name she uttered. He knew of the four children he and Joanie were expected to have, each of whom she met in her “special adventure” five years ago; but he never found out their names. “Kimberly? That is what our daughter’s name will be?”

            Joanie nodded. “There’s already pressure just in havin’ our first child, but it’s more stressful to plan for an exact date and time for it to happen.” She sniffed again, sighing deeply. “Knowing your entire future is one of the most damning curses.”

(Narrative Note: This is a common theme through the World of Disney series, as many past-day characters encounter their futures and maintain awareness of it, even as they witness its history unfold firsthand. It's a dark side to time travel that's not often explored in many other stories of the genre.) 

            Tomas confidently smiled. “I think of it more as a blessing. I have much faith in the child we will bear. It does not matter where or when it will happen. I just know it will be a day to be remembered for eternity.”

(Star Wars Note: Tomas's line "I just know it will be a day to be remembered for eternity" is an intentional twist on Vader's classic line from A New Hope, "This will be a day long remembered," in reference to the death of Obi-Wan Kenobi and his assurance in the ultimate defeat of the Rebel Alliance prior to the Battle of Yavin.)

            His words filled her heart with so much hope. One of his many flattering traits was his wonderful way of talking – more so in English than Swahili. She certainly married a keeper in him.

            She turned with her tear-drenched face, smiling. “Thanks, babe.”

            Tomas swiped at the left side of her face with his thumb, a gesture that was such a romantic one to Joanie. She just had to kiss him once more before they returned home. They leaned in close to each other, their lips an inch from touching.

            Her attention diverted at the last second, unfortunately, once she took notice in some movement within one section of the encircling greenery, directly behind Tomas. Her lips missed his, taking him by surprise when all he found himself kissing was the air.

            Curiously, he took notice in his distracted wife’s attention elsewhere.

            “What is wrong now?”

            “There’s a little boy watching us from the foliage.” She whispered.

            Tomas instinctively began to turn.

            “No! Don’t look at him! You might scare him off!”

            “What should we do?”

            Joanie did not respond. Instead, she vanished right in front of Tomas, an act that caught him off guard.

            Turning around to see where she went, he quickly found her crouching in front of the spot where the boy was. “And that does not scare him off?”

            “Nope.” Joanie said with a smile. “The lil’ fella’s still right here.” She looked back at the child, impressed by his bravery in witnessing her sorcery. There was almost something familiar about him, other than the fact that he resembled a six-year-old version of her future son, Sean Thomas. She gave a friendly wave and said in a singsong voice, “Hello.”

            “Hello,” he said right back in a small, shy voice.

            She noticed how contemporary his clothes were:  a blue Donald Duck shirt worn beneath a red hoodie – the hood mimicking the moon and stars design of Yen Sid’s hat, the very one sitting near her robe close by – with blue jeans and white tennis shoes.

            Joanie smirked at him. “You're not from ‘round here, are you?”

            The child replied by gently shaking his head.

            Tomas moved in closer to the scene, also taking note of the boy’s attire. “What is your name, ndugu kidogo? Where is it that you come from?”

(Factual Note: "Ndugu Kidogo" is Swahili for "Little Brother.")

            The boy stared between him and Joanie, too bashful to answer.

            “It’s O.K., sweetheart.” Joanie softly told him. “We only want to help you.”

            After a hint of hesitation, he replied, “Benji.”

(Character Note: Aside from his lines during Vanessa's brief "dream sequence" at the start of Chapter Eight, this is the official first appearance of Benji - the six-year-old grandson of Sean Thomas and son of Brandy Thomas - in the World of Disney series. He is a prominent character in the next story, The Disney Access, and later installments, as well as a couple of holiday mini-stories.)

            Joanie smiled wide. “Such a cute name for a cute fella like yourself.”

            “Better than ‘Tomas,’ eh?” Her husband jested.

            “Oh, you stop.” She remarked, sharing in a chuckle with him. Benji smiled slightly at their exchange. “So, Benji…are you from Fantasia?”

            “Where’s that?” The boy asked.

            Well, that answers that, Joanie thought.

            “Well, um…did someone bring you here?” Joanie queried.

            Benji nodded. “My granddaddy.”

            “Do you know any grandfathers in Fantasia?” Tomas asked Joanie.

            She shrugged. “None whatsoever. I only know three old guys from that place and none of them bear any resemblance to this lil’ guy.” She playfully rubbed Benji’s small head, moving her fair-skinned fingers through his thick, curly black hair. “I’ll find him. He’s got to be in Fantasia. Best to start there.”

            “I will join you.” Tomas volunteered.

(Spoiler Note: Joanie and Tomas will later again be prompted to help Benji find his grandfather in Tales from the Battlefront, a Star Wars-centric World of Disney story that takes place after the events of WOD3 and bridges it to the fifth story in the series.)

            “No.” She directed her focus on him, her face registering a sternness he was not used to seeing from her. “You go back to the Muppet Theater and wait for me there.” Her façade shifted to a more erotic tone when she added, “I promise I’ll be back in time to finish what we started.” She followed that guarantee with a wink.

            Tomas did not appreciate her insistence on going solo in her mission for the boy, but he had no other choice. “Please be careful on your journey, my love.”

            Joanie stood upright, walking up to her tall, handsome African prince of a husband and resting her hands on his broad, toned chest. The way it felt under her hands – ever so rock-hard – brought chills to her. She wanted to stay with him and to keep making love the way she knew how. But she had a responsibility to a lost six-year-old boy.

            She stood up on her tiptoes, getting her lips to reach his forehead, still drenched from the sweat that undoubtedly came from his nerves more than their activity in that forest clearing. His body was soon overcome by a radiant golden glow that extinguished along with him.

(Narrative Note: This kiss mirrors the one Adrienne gave to Christina in Chapter Three that teleported her away from Tatooine of the future to Coruscant of the past. It's much similar to the way in which Joanie transported Brandy back to her own time in the climax of the first story, only she touched Brandy's face as opposed to kissing her.)

            The second after he left, she took a minute to recollect herself, inhaling and exhaling slowly until her focus returned. Being around Tomas brought much out of her; she never quite felt like herself at times. It was indeed love that overwhelmed her, yet there was a yearning at the same time that was more powerful than any spell she could conjure up.

            “Oh, man.” She whispered before turning to face Benji again. “Now then…I’m going to try somethin’ that might help us in finding your granddaddy.” She moved in close to him, crouching down to be at level with him again. “Just close your eyes and concentrate. Everything will be alright, I promise.”

            He did as she instructed, allowing her to hold her hands up to the opposite sides of his head. She then shut her own eyes and searched deep within the boy’s mind. A series of random images flashed before her eyes, projecting on her eyelids like a movie screen. The featured images included a forty-something redheaded woman, a sign that read “Toontown,” a wild cartoon rabbit, and – the most unsettling image of them all – rubbery masks made of human flesh.

(Authorial Note: These are elements of World of Disney 5 that will be introduced in the story, although not in the specific order that Joanie sees them in. As a matter of fact, I took a gamble in incorporating them to this scene, as I had not yet outlined WOD5 and mostly worked from a fragment of ideas I had for the fifth installment.)

            That last image made her wonder how a six-year-old could witness something like that and still be so calm. Regardless, Benji was a tough little guy. Joanie separated the mental link between them, prompting them to reopen their eyes.

            “There,” she eagerly said, “That wasn’t so—”

            It took a brief moment, but she quickly realized how different the atmosphere felt all of the sudden. Looking away from Benji and over to their surroundings, she discovered the forest to have been swapped for a swamp environment. No longer were they in the Cinderella realm.

            “What in the world…?” She muttered at the sight, doing her best to figure out what might have caused the sudden teleportation.

(Spoiler Note: Despite no implication given, this surprise teleportation from the Cinderella realm to Dagobah of the Star Wars universe was caused by Benji. It has been alluded in The Disney Access that he carries the "magic gene" passed down from his great-grandmother to his grandfather but skipped a generation in his mother. If this is the case, Benji is a third generation Guardian of the Disneyverse and the first since Joanie to possess his abilities in original form.)

            This couldn’t have been me, could it? No…I would’ve noticed it.

            There was something rather familiar about this swamp territory. At first glimpse of it, she believed Benji and herself to have arrived in Kermit’s old swamp down in the boonies. No such luck. Sounds rang throughout the setting of creatures that sounded nothing like what one would find in a Florida swamp. Those and the bizarre winged creature that swooped over them that very moment. Joanie was unable to guess its species; to her, it looked like something straight out of Star Wars.

            “Not sure how we got here, but I doubt this is where your granddaddy is, Benji.”

            She turned to the six-year-old and was caught by surprise when he ran into a random direction. Joanie called for him to come back, but he seemed too preoccupied over whatever it was that grabbed his interests in the murky swamp. She already regretted wearing her new black slippers as she gave chase over the soggy ground. At one point, when her right shoe was nearly lost in a mud puddle, she flashed back to her first meeting with Sean in the Beauty and the Beast realm.

            I certainly don’t want to run into that problem again!

(Narrative Note: That moment occurred in the ninth chapter of World of Disney.)

            Thankfully, she caught up with Benji at the base of a giant tree he stopped at, looking upward. Trailing his gaze, Joanie nearly shrieked at the terrifying display just twelve feet above them: an enormous anaconda hanging off a limb, its body swollen from a recent consumption. She felt her own lunch almost come up just gazing at the disgusting, human-shaped bulge beneath the anaconda’s scaly exterior, especially when it squirmed, signifying the victim’s living status inside the creature.

            “Granddaddy!” Benji cried in despair.

            She did not need any further clues to help her realize that the anaconda’s recent meal was in fact Benji’s missing loved one. Immediately, she acted, waving her hands up and down in front of her and conjuring a rare spell that forced the subject to regurgitate (hence why it was so rare). Within seconds, the anaconda spat out its meal: a raven-haired, fair-skinned young Caucasian woman. Shortly thereafter, it slithered up the giant tree, never to be seen again.

            Watching the woman’s body ooze out the creature’s mouth left Joanie very confused. From Benji’s earlier exclamation, she anticipated an elderly black gentleman to come out of the anaconda. But, sure enough, Benji rushed over to her wheezing body sprawled out across the soggy ground, repeatedly saying “Granddaddy” to her.

            What the heck is this all about?

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            “Why am I not surprised of this?” Christina moaned in anger and frustration, trekking across the foggiest and murkiest of swamps she had the misfortune of being in, thanks to the mystical young woman that put her, as well as the Greek legend that accompanied them, there. “Why am I not surprised that your sorry butt screwed up, taking us out to the middle of nowhere and not knowing how to get us out?”

            Adrienne sighed, feeling guilty enough over her blunder. “Mistress Christina…”

            “Will you stop callin’ me that? I am not your mistress! I’m not anyone’s mistress!”

(Factual Note: The term "mistress" has three meanings: 1) a woman in position of authority or control; 2) a woman having an extramarital sexual relationship, especially with a married man; and 3) a title prefixed to the name of a married woman. Judging from Christina's tone towards Adrienne, she took her usage of the term as the second meaning.)

            “My apologies,” Adrienne gingerly said. “I’m just trying to get used to connecting with my new power. I’m still only a Padawan. There’s much I’ve yet to learn from even the Force.”

            “Just admit that you’re hopeless, so we can find someone better to get us where we need to.” Christina sharply demanded.

            Her words cut Adrienne deep. She took as much chastisement from the expectant mother as she could because of her condition. To tell her to lose hope, something that she held dear in her upbringing as a Padawan learner, was just hurtful. It drove her to divert from the path that she, Hercules, and Christina walked, disappearing between a pair of trees to her left.

(Character Note: Much like the older Adrienne is inspired from the "Livia" character in Xena: Warrior Princess, the younger is from "Eve," Livia's redeeming persona, who is less barbaric and more religious.)

            Witnessing her hasty departure, Hercules cried out her name, yet it did not urge her to stop. He wanted to move his feet to pursue but was too conflicted to do so. He was left with the choice of rushing after her or staying with Christina, who could go into labor at any second.

            “Go after her,” ordered Christina, who had not seen Adrienne run off, depending mostly by instinct on her awareness of it. Hercules could see her focus was more on her protruding belly, clutching it with both hands while lowering herself down into sitting position at the base of a tree. Her forehead was profoundly drenched in sweat, strands of her dark blonde hair sticking to the dampened skin. Her complexion was pale, and she was breathing heavily.

            Herc grew heavily concerned for her. “A-Are you sure?”

            “Yes!” She exhaustedly snapped. “Now go get that crybaby back here, so I can apologize.”

            Hercules could not fret any longer. By now, Adrienne was well on the other side of the swamp. Luckily, his strong legs were fast enough to run as much as necessary to find her. He left Christina alone in her resting spot, dashing in and out between wide and thin trees. The dense fog made it difficult to see where he headed, nearly running right into – and through – a tree along the way.

            Not too far into his trek did he hear sobbing close by. Letting the sound guide his way, he soon came upon Adrienne, who sat on a log and wept loudly. Hercules was not certain if he should even bother to approach her in this state. Being a hero, he was more used to saving damsels than comforting them. Phil never trained him on comfort.

            “Uh…” He muttered aloud, drawing Adrienne’s attention to him. Oh, great! Now what do I say to her? “So…how ‘bout this swamp weather, huh?” He chuckled at his own poor joke, but he got no response out of Adrienne. There was no point in trying to get her to laugh – not with what she was going through. He joined her at the log, sitting to her right. “Are you…alright?”

            “No! I’m crying!” She snapped in her frustration.

            Hercules clearly was not making things any easier for her. “Right,” he said with a discouraged sigh.

            “I’m so ashamed of myself, showing so much emotion like this” Adrienne said. “The Jedi trained us to conceal such things.”

(Star Wars Note: In the mantra of the Jedi Code, the first line clearly states "There is no emotion, there is peace." The Jedi were forbidden from forming attachments, such as marriages and other specific, individual bonds, such as romance and family. This, of course, did not mean they were strangers to compassion when, in fact, they believed all lives were precious.)

            Hercules snickered at the idea. “Well, that doesn’t make much sense. Emotions are what make us human.”

            Adrienne scoffed. “According to Master Yoda, I am not human at all. In fact, ever since we left Coruscant, I have never felt so inhuman. I don’t know what I am anymore, Hercules. I don’t know if there is anyone else like me in the galaxy. I might as well be an endangered species.”

            The Greek demigod could see how disturbed the issue made her. No matter how awkward it might be, he had to say something to lift her spirits. Taking a deep breath first, he opened up: “I felt just like you when I was close to your age. I was shunned and ridiculed by so many for being ‘different.’ They called me a ‘freak’ among other hurtful names.” He could see how he had Adrienne’s full attention with this personal story, one he never shared with anyone since it happened. “Being special doesn’t make you inhuman… it makes you more human.”

            A warm smiled manifested on her face, making Hercules smile in return, satisfied with his accomplishment in bringing her back at ease.

            “Thank you, Hercules.”

            “You’re welco—”

            AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

            The sudden shriek of agony came right from where Hercules left Christina. Straightaway, he and Adrienne leaped from the log and returned to the area. They found Christina, still in her resting position at the tree’s base, breathing rapidly and more fervently than before. She clutched her belly with extensive amounts of sweat pouring from her head, soaking her hair.

            “Argh! God! My water just broke!”

            Adrienne and Hercules exchanged a quick puzzled glance, neither one able to comprehend Christina’s meaning.

            Noting their confusion, she painfully screamed, “I’m having this baby NOW!

(UP NEXT: Time and Reincarnation Heal All Wounds!)