Tales of the Disneyverse

Wrong Turn (The Gathering - Part Three)

            The clouds in the sky were graying and blackening right over the sea; bolts of blood-red lightning flashed within them, ready to strike out from the puffy yet deadly mass of liquid droplets. Even the wind and seas became restless in response to the frightening development in the skies. The rift had taken its toll on the merger of these two worlds, which had been fused for quite some time now, and it was just a matter of time before both would be destroyed.

            But that did not seem to trouble Shelly very much. She sat on the beach, her toes buried in the sand and her eyes focused on the chaotic scene happening before her. As frightening as it should have been, it somehow seemed soothing to her. The wind blew right past her, sending the locks from her medium blond hair moving in all directions; she had to brush some of the locks away from her aquamarine eyes as it had obscured her view of the chaos. It also ruffled her unique blue robe, which presented a white crescent moon and stars design to it; but the robe did not matter as long as the short-skirted aquamarine sundress she wore beneath it was not ruined; it had a delicate floral design – clean, crisp, airy, carefree, and pure – and fitted well with her petite, toned, and athletic body type.  

            What made the atmosphere even more soothing to Shelly was the music played and sung by the gorgeous redhead accompanying her there on the beach – the living embodiment of a previous life she lived in her thousand-plus years as Guardian of the Disneyverse. "Marla" was what she called herself in this incarnation – her third one; even looking at and listening to her now, Shelly could remember why she enjoyed being her. Long flowing red hair, light peach skin, bright pink lips, and blue eyes all made up her glowing beauty; she was tall as well – standing at five feet, eight inches – although no one who could have observed them at that moment would have noticed as they were sitting down on the beach. But it was Marla's sense of fashion that Shelly loved the most about her: a blue fedora-style sorcerer hat with the same white crescent moon and stars design as Shelly's robe, a blue overcoat in place of a robe, a black sweater, blue jeans, and brown boots.  

            Then there was her voice, which brimmed with soul as she sang along to the tune that she played to the acoustic guitar she always carried with her on her journeys. During their time there on the beach, she put her soulful spin on at least a dozen tunes out of The Little Mermaid, which was fitting since the beach they sat upon was on that side of the merged realms, Prince Eric's castle standing majestically behind them. Meanwhile, across the sea – miles ahead of them – the Sydney Opera House could be seen, representing the Finding Nemo side of the two merged realms. It would have been the most bizarre thing Shelly or Marla had ever seen, if the two ladies had not already seen their shares of strangeness in the Disneyverse.  

            After a performance of her soulful rendition of "Kiss the Girl," Marla sighed and looked out to the sea with Shelly. "When is she going to get back here?" She asked, her southern accent being another memorable trait to Shelly. "It's gettin' even worse out here than it was an hour ago."  

            "It's not too bad." Shelly said.  

             KURRR-BOOM!  

            A powerful rumble of thunder sounded over them like the sound that accompanied an intense explosion. Marla frowned over at Shelly and said, "You were saying?" She noticed how Shelly's face had expressed surprise and confusion as her aquamarine eyes were directed to something behind Marla. Turning around, Marla was startled for a brief moment when she saw a woman with a piercing stare in her light blue eyes standing near them. "Oh, my goodness! Girl, you scared the daylights out of me!"  

            "Who are you?" Shelly asked the woman.  

            "I'm Adrienne." The woman answered. "And I'm one of you – or you two will be me one day." She groaned when she realized how she was talking. "Gah! I hate it when I get like this – always wanting to sound cool, when I just come off as an idiot!"