The story of "World of Disney" returns in this musical reboot of the series that began in 2010! A new threat has fallen upon the Disneyverse, removing the source of its magic. Now, all the worlds are in flux - some imploding, others changing entirel...
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Eventide. A utopian kingdom forever enchanted by endless twilight.
The cityscape was a consolidation of medieval and contemporary architecture, with condominiums structured along one side of the kingdom and tall, majestic castles along the borders. Automobiles and horsedrawn carriages brought denizens to and from their destinations. Lanterns strung between buildings and electric-powered streetlights illuminated the boulevards and alleys.
In one such alley, a white orb-shaped vessel materialized to the chorus of wheezes that would've been audible in quieter sceneries; however, with the busy Eventide ambiance, no one heard the sounds or even noticed the orb's ethereal arrival.
From it emerged a little African-American boy who was ten years of age. Hanging over his shoulder was a teal frame purse, and in one hand was a wooden staff with a blue, diamond-shaped crystal. To his friends back in his home dimension, he was known as 'Craig of the Creek'; but to his family and everyone else, he was simply Craig Williams.
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For some time now, Craig had been a traveler of the multiverse, thanks to an alien machine called a 'TARDIS,' owned and designed by Aznavorian the Tinkerer – a Time Lord from the planet of Gallifrey and one of Craig's best friends. He had been to so many worlds in so many universes that he completely lost count of just how many he had been to. Eventide could very well have been the hundredth one – a centennial occasion!
Just to be certain, he asked Aznavorian, "Hey, is this the hundredth world we've been to?"
"Say again?" An angelic voice echoed from inside the orb that was Aznavorian's TARDIS, a Type-X model. The voice itself belonged to Aznavorian's current sixth incarnation – a beautiful twentysomething brunette who gave herself the name of 'Rania'.
Craig spoke louder for his friend. "I said, is this the hundredth world we've been to?"
"Oh, you know I've lost count, hon," Rania told him. Craig heard a few clangs reverberate from inside the ship before Rania added, "I'll be out in a sec. Hang tight."
