A/N: First I'd like to apoligize for the delay but I've decided that I'd rather not wait any longer with posting this chapter. So, I hope the last flaws are worked out by now. I'd like to thank the ones who read the first part, because I know my audience is probably not too big. The Rescue Rangers are copyrighted by Disney and used without permission.
In A Different Timeline, Far Away From Reality Part 2
By: CD
“Well, my name is Chip Maplewood. The girl is named Mercy Stoneturner
and her little brother is called Philip.” The detective chipmunk introduced
the chipmunk trio to the human wizard.
“Intriguing, continue please.” Merlin prodded as he took some more
tea.
“Well, we’re chipmunks and it seemed that traveling to this world
somehow made us the size of small humans. We’re originally Anglo-Saxon
as well, but not from the British continent. We’re from a place called
‘America’, A continent discovered by either the Portuguese or the
Vikings. And we used to live in the twentieth century. But back on earth we’d
be about the size of a mouse. And rodents adapted the human cultures and society
as our own, at least to some degree.” Chip informed the mage.
“And if I’m correct you want to go back to that place?” The wizard
inquired.
“Yes, the three of us are still needed there. Myself, I’m a crime
fighter and my friends need my leadership before the team falls apart.”
“Yes, I see. But if you want to go back I cannot help you. I can only tell
you what to do to return to your time. Casting a spell that sends you so far
into the future is dangerous. I can make mistakes to, and it might result in
you meeting yourself from before you traveled to this world and I suppose I
don’t need to warn you of what the results would be.”
Philip started growing desperate again. But fortunately the mage saw it coming
and was quick to continue.
“I do know a man who is experienced in sending creatures and object into
the past and the future. He’s more likely to accomplish the spell that
allows time traveling. Unfortunately this man lives in the remote lands in the
desert. In a tower in the city of Fata Morgana.”
“Doesn’t Fata Morgana mean ‘mirage’?” Chip asked nervously,
remembering something he read in a book.
“That does not sound encouraging.” Mercy noted disappointed.
“Do not let the name discourage you. The town is as real as you and me.
But there are still difficulties you’ll encounter. The man that protects
the city, the one that can send you back, he’s incredibly vain. Like a
true wizard he is reclusive and not easy to convince. His ways are mysterious
and he does not trust easily.”
“How will we convince him we to help us out then?” Chip questioned.
“I can think of something…hopefully.” The magician reassured
him a bit troubled “But there are still other difficulties you’ll
encounter. Fata Morgana is unreachable by land access. You’ll have to convince
a skipper to ferry you across the large body of water between this region and
the desert realm. Unfortunately the closest harbor that has ships capable of
traveling such distances is the town of Lion Shield. It is a long distance away
from here and then there are still numerous problems left. First, the people
of the town are merchants and traders; they won’t do something for nothing.
Then, the forest harbors many secrets and not all of them are good. There are
clever elves, stout dwarves, cunning spell casters as well as savage trolls,
brutish giants and ill-tempered dragons. Even those who have no intentions to
harm you can make this journey so much more perilous. Take heed to my wisdom,
many before you did and they all reached their aims. There is only so much I
can do for you; I’m needed here in the tower to ensure my part of the forest
stays relatively safe.”
“That means you won’t be able to travel with us?” Mercy asked
sadly.
“No miss, this tower must be occupied by me to act as a observatory and
fortress again evil influences that lurk outside. The only way to make your
road safer is strangely enough by not traveling with you. My presence only puts
you in more dangers; many evil mages would hunt me down and you could get in
the crossfire. And the wizard of Fata Morgana would get suspicious if he were
to see the four of us asking for his help. It’s better to let you three
do this on your own.”
“But, how to convince the mage of Fata Morgana?” Chip reminded the
old wise man.
“I think I already have an idea how to persuade him.” He replied and
summoned a wisp of magic and send it to fetch a number of objects upstairs.
The bolt returned with a jug, a necklace, a scroll and a sickle. The items dropped
down on the table in front of the four.
“Some of these things I still owe the old man. If you were to deliver it
to him he’ll be glad to help you out. I’m certain. And as for the
fee the travel by boat will cost you…” The mage interrupted himself
to grab a purse and by simply holding his hand over it, it filled with gold
coins “This should cover it.”
“Thank you so much!” Philip said amazed.
“I’m always prepared to help out those in need.” Merlin said
as he ordered the four objects into a bag and handed Chip the small purse.
“Thank again for all you did for us.” Mercy told the old man when
the four where once again outside.
“It’s nothing, I tell you. You’d better get going, the journey
will be long and it’s getting dark already.” The wizard urged them.
“You are right. We’ll be on our way now. Once again, thanks for all
your advice and help.” Chip repeated as he took the bag and started to
follow the dirt path into the forest, Mercy and Philip soon following after
him.
Merlin turned around and entered his tower again.
“And thus we’ve proven once again that weirdness never ends.”
He murmured as he wondered just how the three got stuck here anyway.