Becky awoke first, very disoriented.
"Where are we?" She asked.
"We're in-"
"We're in the Land of Misfit Stories, I think." Rutherford landed softly, but still Jesse and Danny were jolted awake. They slid off of Rutherford's back and looked around. "I've only heard stories and legends of this place, but I have a feeling that it is exactly where we are. I wasn't flying in any particular direction, in fact, it doesn't make sense to end up in a completely different place altogether since I was mostly flying in circles, but still we ended up here. As if this place came to us." He swung his head around to see in every direction, and the three friends ducked.
"Okay Rutherford, but what exactly is the Land of Mistfit Stories?" Becky asked.
"Exactly what it sounds like. Something about you three isn't right. Your stories are misfit. They don't belong, they don't make sense, they don't work together. Unfortunately, you're stuck in this place with all the other misfit stories unless you can somehow work out a way to figure things out. Make sense of it all, and find a resolution to a current problem that you're facing." Rutherford's knowledge seemed to be great on this topic and the three children knew to take him seriously.
"But I still don't get it." Becky cried in exasperation.
"Beck, it really does make sense though." Jesse said. "Think about it. We started out last night just trying to solve somethings about my moms death. Then we bump into a ghost. A freaking ghost." He looked around at all of them, wide eyed. "None of you seem quite as weirded out by this as I am."
"Oh no. I am." Danny nodded. "I'm just very good at hiding it."
"Okay so then after that, we have a large cat bus jump out of the bushes."
"Hey!" Danny interrupted again. "Lamrag is a dear dear friend. He also happens to be my personal chauffeur as well as bus so he's a two in one deal. Don't talk about him like he's a crazy freak show. Okay so maybe to someone who's never seen him before, he could be considered a crazy freak show, but both of you have met him. You two have even ridden inside his furry stomach." Danny pouted.
"Moving on." Jesse said doing nothing to comfort Danny. "After Lamrag mysteriously disappears and aids us in absolutely no way, you, Becky, agree to talk to your father about magic. You hardly ever speak to your father about anything, much less a toxic subject between you two. And as soon as we breach that, we figure out that the ghost girl who promised to help, is an evil enchantress who tortured your father who happens to be four-hundred and thirty-nine years old. And also a murderer. Did I mention how weird this all is??? I'VE EATEN DINNER WITH YOUR FATHER. I'VE GIVEN HIM FRIENDLY HANDSHAKES, I'VE INVITED HIM TO MY HOUSE. HE HAS COME TO OUR SCHOOL ASSEMBLIES. Begrudgingly of course, but still. The dude killed someone!!!" Jesse threw his hands up in the air having made his point clearly.
"You think I don't understand this thoroughly enough?" Becky said quietly, looking at her feet. She wiped a tear from her face and sniffed.
"Oh hey, Beck. Look that's not what I meant. I'm just overstimulated right now." He took a step forward and wrapped her in a hug as she quietly cried on his shoulder. "I didn't mean to rub it in. I'm really sorry that this happened and I can't even imagine what you must be feeling right now."
"Yeah I know. I'm sorry too." She wiped her face again. "I think we're all a little overwhelmed.
Danny looked on awkwardly. He was a very empathetic person and he was always there for his friends whenever they needed him, but he sometimes felt like he needed to give Jesse and Becky some space. He never knew if maybe there was something between them or not. They never acted like yes there definitely was, but he never wanted to be the friend to get in between two people in complete ignorance to a situation that might be at hand, but Becky pulled him in for a group hug anyway and he was eternally grateful.
"Anyway. Enough of this. Rutherford, you said the only way we could leave this place was to figure out our story and sort it out, right?" Becky asked her dragon friend.
"Yes. That is correct." Rutherford said wisely.
"Alright, then. That's what we're going to do."
"Well, how are we supposed to make that happen?" Danny asked quizically.
"You should be able to find many other misfit stories lost here on the island. So, in order to change your story, you can learn from mistakes they've made. Learn lessons and things not to do that maybe they don't see for themselves. Maybe learn forgiveness for a terrible father. Or learn how to vanquish an evil spirit once and for all." Rutherford fell silent.
"We should let this guy out more often." Jesse whispered. "His brilliance is exceptional." The other two nodded in agreement.
So off they set. The island they were on spread out ahead of them in a flat grassy plane. Wind gently swept around them, blowing their hair and clothes. The night was ending and dawning in soft gray, yellow light all around them and Becky felt as if she were in a dream. They soon stumbled upon other people, other creatures, other stories. There were large animals with multiple heads, characters upon characters from every different possible walk of life and story. There seemed to be a lot of characters from popular fanfictions, all of which Danny knew and was very surprised and excited to meet.
"I've read so much about you." He said excitedly, shaking yet another Dean Winchesters hand. "That one was very messed up." He mumbled as they walked away, "But the writing was brilliant."
After some time, they happened upon a beach. As they walked down the soft sand they saw a small little man sitting in the sand. He was old, with classic wizard robes on and a long white beard that piled up in his lap and spilled out and mingled in the sand, so great was the length of it. His feet were buried in the sand, his eyes facing out into the water.
"Hello." Becky said kindly as they neared him.
"Oh hello." He squeaked. "How are you fine people? Oh. I don't seem to recognize you. You must have just landed here on this island of ours. Please, sit down and tell me all about yourselves."
"Oh, well," Becky sat down in the sand next to him and the boys followed suit. "we're just some regular kids trying to find our way off this island actually." She knew better than to give out a huge amount of details to strangers, even if he might be a story book character.
"Oh please. I know you kids have a tragic back story. Something has gone wrong somewhere. I want to hear all about it. It's always interesting to hear new and exciting stories even if they don't always make sense."
Becky, Jesse, and Danny exchanged looks. Then Becky took a deep breath, they were potentially stuck on this island forever, what would it matter if they told him their story. Here goes nothing. She thought. And then she told him all that happened.
"And so, Rutherford told us all about the legends of this land. We hope that maybe if we learn how to fix our story, we'll be able to leave."
The old man nodded. "You children have quite a story. Almost as strange as mine. I am, the first draft of Merlin in any sort of work of literature. I'm afraid the author didn't get everything right on his first try, it's all quite strange. I've had lots of time to think about how strange it actually is. And compared to some other stories here, it definitely is a doozy. That's a word I learned from someone else. I didn't originally know it. Anyway, here is my advice whether you want it or not." He took a deep breath. "Becky. Your father maybe someone who scares you. And maybe now you know his tragic past, he scares you even more. Which is normal and perfectly expected. But if he's treated you well so far, he obviously cares and loves you very much. He hasn't hurt you yet and he did say he wasn't proud of what he did. So forgive the old chap. Magical folk are plain weird. They're different from everyone else, literally. But take some time to grieve and then move on. Forgive him and together you two can defeat the ghost girl. With the magic I know you posses, I am Merlin after all, you two can vanquish her for good, banish her back to the land of the dead where she was destined for, and move on together. I hear that family therapy is very good these days.
Jesse, you also need to move on. I know you loved your mother very much and you love her memory. But how are you ever supposed to go anywhere in life if your still holding on and going back to things that happened long ago. They're out of your control and there is nothing you can do to bring your mother back. Maybe visit her grave once a year, bring her flowers and honor her memory, but preforming rituals, scaring your friends, and trying to be a detective is not the best way to go about this all.
And Danny. Don't feel so sensitive about Lamrag. It is kind of weird." Merlin then took a deep breath of air as if he were to impart one more piece of valuable information, but then he fell silent. He gazed out over the sea once more, his eyes glassy. The children were silent.
"Whoa." They heard from behind them. They all turned and there stood yet another Dean Winchester, this time a Draco Malfoy stood next to him. (Becky blushed. She actually knew this fanfic) "The legend says that the great Merlin only imparts wisdom once every one thousand years." Dean's eyes got big. Then him and Malfoy quietly headed off down the beach again and disappeared in the distance.
The three children exchanged nervous yet excited looks.
"So now what?" Danny asked. "If we have this great wisdom, how do we put it to use."
"We could try to fly away now." Jesse looked questioningly at Rutherford.
"Your guess is as good as mine." He said, lowering a shoulder for the three friends to climb aboard
I know this doesn't say 'to be continued' but it showed up when I googled 'to be continued gif' and I couldn't just ignore it. Anyway. Hope you all have wonderful weekends. I hope to see you soon and gnight everybody.
"Okay Rutherford, but what exactly is the Land of Mistfit Stories?" Becky asked.
"Exactly what it sounds like. Something about you three isn't right. Your stories are misfit. They don't belong, they don't make sense, they don't work together. Unfortunately, you're stuck in this place with all the other misfit stories unless you can somehow work out a way to figure things out. Make sense of it all, and find a resolution to a current problem that you're facing." Rutherford's knowledge seemed to be great on this topic and the three children knew to take him seriously.
"But I still don't get it." Becky cried in exasperation.
"Beck, it really does make sense though." Jesse said. "Think about it. We started out last night just trying to solve somethings about my moms death. Then we bump into a ghost. A freaking ghost." He looked around at all of them, wide eyed. "None of you seem quite as weirded out by this as I am."
"Oh no. I am." Danny nodded. "I'm just very good at hiding it."
"Okay so then after that, we have a large cat bus jump out of the bushes."
"Hey!" Danny interrupted again. "Lamrag is a dear dear friend. He also happens to be my personal chauffeur as well as bus so he's a two in one deal. Don't talk about him like he's a crazy freak show. Okay so maybe to someone who's never seen him before, he could be considered a crazy freak show, but both of you have met him. You two have even ridden inside his furry stomach." Danny pouted.
"Moving on." Jesse said doing nothing to comfort Danny. "After Lamrag mysteriously disappears and aids us in absolutely no way, you, Becky, agree to talk to your father about magic. You hardly ever speak to your father about anything, much less a toxic subject between you two. And as soon as we breach that, we figure out that the ghost girl who promised to help, is an evil enchantress who tortured your father who happens to be four-hundred and thirty-nine years old. And also a murderer. Did I mention how weird this all is??? I'VE EATEN DINNER WITH YOUR FATHER. I'VE GIVEN HIM FRIENDLY HANDSHAKES, I'VE INVITED HIM TO MY HOUSE. HE HAS COME TO OUR SCHOOL ASSEMBLIES. Begrudgingly of course, but still. The dude killed someone!!!" Jesse threw his hands up in the air having made his point clearly.
"You think I don't understand this thoroughly enough?" Becky said quietly, looking at her feet. She wiped a tear from her face and sniffed.
"Oh hey, Beck. Look that's not what I meant. I'm just overstimulated right now." He took a step forward and wrapped her in a hug as she quietly cried on his shoulder. "I didn't mean to rub it in. I'm really sorry that this happened and I can't even imagine what you must be feeling right now."
"Yeah I know. I'm sorry too." She wiped her face again. "I think we're all a little overwhelmed.
Danny looked on awkwardly. He was a very empathetic person and he was always there for his friends whenever they needed him, but he sometimes felt like he needed to give Jesse and Becky some space. He never knew if maybe there was something between them or not. They never acted like yes there definitely was, but he never wanted to be the friend to get in between two people in complete ignorance to a situation that might be at hand, but Becky pulled him in for a group hug anyway and he was eternally grateful.
"Anyway. Enough of this. Rutherford, you said the only way we could leave this place was to figure out our story and sort it out, right?" Becky asked her dragon friend.
"Yes. That is correct." Rutherford said wisely.
"Alright, then. That's what we're going to do."
"Well, how are we supposed to make that happen?" Danny asked quizically.
"You should be able to find many other misfit stories lost here on the island. So, in order to change your story, you can learn from mistakes they've made. Learn lessons and things not to do that maybe they don't see for themselves. Maybe learn forgiveness for a terrible father. Or learn how to vanquish an evil spirit once and for all." Rutherford fell silent.
"We should let this guy out more often." Jesse whispered. "His brilliance is exceptional." The other two nodded in agreement.
So off they set. The island they were on spread out ahead of them in a flat grassy plane. Wind gently swept around them, blowing their hair and clothes. The night was ending and dawning in soft gray, yellow light all around them and Becky felt as if she were in a dream. They soon stumbled upon other people, other creatures, other stories. There were large animals with multiple heads, characters upon characters from every different possible walk of life and story. There seemed to be a lot of characters from popular fanfictions, all of which Danny knew and was very surprised and excited to meet.
"I've read so much about you." He said excitedly, shaking yet another Dean Winchesters hand. "That one was very messed up." He mumbled as they walked away, "But the writing was brilliant."
After some time, they happened upon a beach. As they walked down the soft sand they saw a small little man sitting in the sand. He was old, with classic wizard robes on and a long white beard that piled up in his lap and spilled out and mingled in the sand, so great was the length of it. His feet were buried in the sand, his eyes facing out into the water.
"Hello." Becky said kindly as they neared him.
"Oh hello." He squeaked. "How are you fine people? Oh. I don't seem to recognize you. You must have just landed here on this island of ours. Please, sit down and tell me all about yourselves."
"Oh, well," Becky sat down in the sand next to him and the boys followed suit. "we're just some regular kids trying to find our way off this island actually." She knew better than to give out a huge amount of details to strangers, even if he might be a story book character.
"Oh please. I know you kids have a tragic back story. Something has gone wrong somewhere. I want to hear all about it. It's always interesting to hear new and exciting stories even if they don't always make sense."
Becky, Jesse, and Danny exchanged looks. Then Becky took a deep breath, they were potentially stuck on this island forever, what would it matter if they told him their story. Here goes nothing. She thought. And then she told him all that happened.
"And so, Rutherford told us all about the legends of this land. We hope that maybe if we learn how to fix our story, we'll be able to leave."
The old man nodded. "You children have quite a story. Almost as strange as mine. I am, the first draft of Merlin in any sort of work of literature. I'm afraid the author didn't get everything right on his first try, it's all quite strange. I've had lots of time to think about how strange it actually is. And compared to some other stories here, it definitely is a doozy. That's a word I learned from someone else. I didn't originally know it. Anyway, here is my advice whether you want it or not." He took a deep breath. "Becky. Your father maybe someone who scares you. And maybe now you know his tragic past, he scares you even more. Which is normal and perfectly expected. But if he's treated you well so far, he obviously cares and loves you very much. He hasn't hurt you yet and he did say he wasn't proud of what he did. So forgive the old chap. Magical folk are plain weird. They're different from everyone else, literally. But take some time to grieve and then move on. Forgive him and together you two can defeat the ghost girl. With the magic I know you posses, I am Merlin after all, you two can vanquish her for good, banish her back to the land of the dead where she was destined for, and move on together. I hear that family therapy is very good these days.
Jesse, you also need to move on. I know you loved your mother very much and you love her memory. But how are you ever supposed to go anywhere in life if your still holding on and going back to things that happened long ago. They're out of your control and there is nothing you can do to bring your mother back. Maybe visit her grave once a year, bring her flowers and honor her memory, but preforming rituals, scaring your friends, and trying to be a detective is not the best way to go about this all.
And Danny. Don't feel so sensitive about Lamrag. It is kind of weird." Merlin then took a deep breath of air as if he were to impart one more piece of valuable information, but then he fell silent. He gazed out over the sea once more, his eyes glassy. The children were silent.
"Whoa." They heard from behind them. They all turned and there stood yet another Dean Winchester, this time a Draco Malfoy stood next to him. (Becky blushed. She actually knew this fanfic) "The legend says that the great Merlin only imparts wisdom once every one thousand years." Dean's eyes got big. Then him and Malfoy quietly headed off down the beach again and disappeared in the distance.
The three children exchanged nervous yet excited looks.
"So now what?" Danny asked. "If we have this great wisdom, how do we put it to use."
"We could try to fly away now." Jesse looked questioningly at Rutherford.
"Your guess is as good as mine." He said, lowering a shoulder for the three friends to climb aboard
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