Tales of the Disneyverse

The First Guardian

            Seven pairs of feet kicked up several bits of sand for a few miles as they trekked across the shores of Neverland and South America. A boot had to be removed at one point in the trek to dump out sand grains, while both pair of shoes had to be removed to allow bare feet to travel the remainder of the way. It was a pointless walk to Adrienne, who knew the easier route would be to simply teleport to the location of the Guardians in the realm. Yen Sid's only objection to that idea was time – there was not much time, or even energy, to randomly teleport over parts of a realm that had already merged enough with another to become nearly undecipherable between the two. Teleporting would merely put them back to square one in their search; heading in one direction made more sense. But it did not make much sense to Adrienne, yet she trusted her old master's judgment.

            Sand in her boots and her stomach growling, Adrienne could not remember when she felt so irritated. She was so hungry she could eat Jar Jar Binks raw, which sounded more disgusting than she cared to admit. The only thing that managed to take her mind off of food was the sight of Captain Hook's ship anchored in the distance. Seeing it, she wondered if the brokenhearted captain had sent a search party out for Genevieve, as well as herself and Russell. It was those thoughts that began to make Adrienne a bit paranoid, once again questioning the time-consuming walk.  

            "We should make our trip here quick, Yen Sid." She suggested.  

            Yen Sid turned to her for a brief moment and then looked to the darkening skies. "I intend to make things quick, Adrienne. There is only a short amount of time left for the Disneyverse."  

            "Argh!"  

            Grunts from Victoria soon drew everyone's attention to her. She had lagged behind, both of her slippers in one hand and the other pulling her long skirt up as it brushed against the sand, leaving a trail behind her.  

            "What's wrong with you?" Theresa asked her.  

            "Look at what I'm wearing!" Victoria gestured to her dress with the hand still clasping her shoes. "This dress wasn't meant for expedition! It's hindered me ever since that jungle we were in! My skirt got caught up in branches at least five times in a row! I need to wear something else! Something like what you're all wearing! Something—"  

            "Something that'll stop you from whining?" Adrienne grumbled, earning her a wicked glare from Victoria.  

            "Why don't you just change your clothes?" Shelly asked.  

            Victoria snickered from her suggestion. "Right. I think I missed the nearest wardrobe back there."  

            "She's being serious." Theresa said. "As a Guardian, you can make your own clothes."  

            Curiosity built up in Victoria, seeing just how genuine the women were in their mad suggestion. Rubbing the fingers from her free hand through her short black hair, she asked, "What clothes should I make for myself?"  

            Marla smiled. "Anything that agrees with you, hon."  

            Victoria's sparkling blue eyes looked upward in thought. "Hmm...I'd like to wear something...something that'll let me...be free!" As she carefully pondered on suitable attire, a sudden bright golden glow overtook her dress. One minute, it was a dress; the next minute, she had on a black, tight-fitting t-shirt, a pearl necklace, and black flat front shorts that were kept up by a black leather belt. She smiled over her new clothes, which turned out to be exactly as she imagined. "I can see my feet...and my legs!" Her eyes grew wide at her slender yet exposed limbs, growing somewhat concerned. "I-Is this normal wear for a woman?"