Fellowship & Fairydust

My cousin just scoffed at all this. “Real fancy work, doc, but I couldn’t care less. I want to find this Mortem jerk and knock his lights out for ruining my chance to get home.”

“Jason.” I glared at him, but he ignored me. 

Leon then spoke up. “If a Keyblade chose you to be its bearer, then it must mean something’s coming. Mortem has the powers of darkness and was able to beat me with ease. You didn’t even leave a mark on him from what I’ve heard.”

Jason got up ready to fight, but Merlin stopped him. “Now, young man, if you go rushing headfirst into things, you won’t get anything done. There’s a reason we have brains in our heads instead of rocks.” 

“Besides, with the Keyblade, you have the power to travel to other worlds,” Aerith said. 

That got Jason’s attention. “Why didn’t you say so?” He held out his hand, but nothing came to it. He made a few gestures with his hand, but nothing happened. Frowning, he tried again, with the same result. “Worbazz!” He cursed, clenching his fist. We all jumped when his Keyblade appeared in his hand. “Finally. So how do I make it take me home?”

“It’s not that simple,” Merlin said. “The Keyblade is a divining rod of sorts. From what I’ve seen, it takes you to where you need to be.”

“Before you throw another tantrum, hear us out. If Mortem is part of a larger threat, then it’s your responsibility to find it and stop it because if left unchecked it might end up coming to your world as well. If you find it and stop it now, you may end up saving Harthyn from danger.” Leon said. 

“And this could be connected to the Spatial Tremor which brought you here.” Looking at us, the scientist king continued, “I know this is not what you wanted, but I ask you to follow the Keyblade where it takes you. Try to unravel the mystery behind the Spatial Tremor and Mortem, and stop whatever threats may be rising out there.”

Looking down, I thought about what I had learned. Parallel worlds? Forces of darkness? A noble quest? This was like something I would’ve read in one of my books. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time. I wanted to go on this adventure, but I was worried about what we might encounter. But then, if Jason got better with his new weapon, we might be able to get home. And in the meantime, I could probably learn more about magic and get ideas for a story. “Please, Jason. This is a chance for you to get stronger to beat Mortem.”

“Even if I said yes, how would we find him? He could be anywhere in this multiverse.” Jason pointed out. 

The old wizard smiled. “Oh, I know how to fix that problem.”

***

“What an incredible piece of junk!” Jason said as we arrived at a special part of the castle. There were all sorts of tools and equipment scattered about, and vehicles parked in odd locations. In the center of it all was a bright yellow and red spacecraft of some sort. It looked a little like something you’d find in a child’s playset. 

“Junk? I’ll have ye know that this is the most advanced Gummi Ship to exist!” An annoying voice with a strong accent said. I turned to see a duck in a top hat and a blue coat with a cane marching towards us with an offended look on his face. 

Merlin then held up his hands. “Don’t mind him, Scrooge. He’s got more muscles than brains.” 

“You mean these two are the ones you want flying my Gummi?” The duck, Scrooge, asked. 

The wizard nodded. “Yes. They need it to track down someone who could be a threat to many worlds.” 

“You expect me to say yes to allowing teenagers to pilot the most advanced Gummi Ship in existence just to stop a potential threat?” 

“You remember how much chaos Xehanort caused, and he was alone too. Until he made his Organization. We can’t risk something like that happening again. Besides, we’ve contacted Sora. He’ll be along as soon as he can.” 

“Sora?” The duck’s demeanor changed to a more positive one. “Well, then. We’d better get a move on. Don’t want to be late.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who says you’re coming?” Jason asked. 

“My ship. My rules. I’m coming.” The duck told him. “Besides, I’m not letting a lad and a lass pilot an incredibly sophisticated vehicle without adult supervision. I built it, I own it, I decide who uses it. Either ye go with me or ye find another Gummi.” 

I looked at Merlin, hoping he could help us. He had influence. He should be able to convince this duck otherwise…

“Fair and reasonable terms, Scrooge.” 

“What?” Jason and I asked at the same time.

The wizard looked at us. “Scrooge McDuck is a valuable ally. He is a seasoned adventurer and well-versed in business matters. He can teach you many things. Besides, he is right. The Gummi is his, and he has every right to deny you if he chooses. He’s made his terms and it is up to you to accept them or not.”

My cousin sighed as he looked at the talking bird. “How long until we can depart?”

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