Four broken lives. Two different countries. One king. Evil everywhere. The sequel to Taking Fantasia, and the return of Ariel Triton, Peter Pan, Wendy Darling, and Jim Hawkins...Fantasian Guardians, cursed to an eternity apart. A Disney/ Non Disney...
Jack tried to stay away. But the wind pulled him back to King Arthur's castle. It was pathetic, Jack was disgusted with himself, but the thought of returning to the Otherland ... alone... forever invisible...
Well, that was the half-truth. A partial lie. Jack could deal with invisibility. He'd been nothing but a wintry specter for 300 years, unseen by humanity and ignored by the Man in the Moon. To believe the drudgery of his life would change was a foolish dream. Jack realized that now.
No. Jack had returned to Fantasia for Elsa. He just wanted to see her, one last time. Because maybe, MAYBE, she would finally see him.
So Jack prowled the rooftop, hunting for an open window, a door ajar, a way inside. But he was not alone. Across the way, a second vagabond was lurking in the castle's glow...
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Sinbad didn't think twice about the frost. Magically appearing frost on a rainy rooftop – eh. He'd seen worse. Sinbad's every thought was aimed at (1) breaking and entering the castle, (2) kidnapping Sarah, and (3) possibly nabbing a piece of wedding cake on the way out. He'd seen the cake through the kitchen window – it looked fantastic. Chocolate. Yum.
His was a good, simple plan. But there were a couple of kinks. A couple of big kinks.
First, the guest list was HUGE.
Sinbad crept over the ledge. Balanced like a stone gargoyle, he scrutinized the wedding proceedings. He frowned. People. There were too many people, even for a wedding.
Apparently King Arthur was some pretty spectacular dude, because all of Fantasia had gathered outside his front doorstep. Old, young, men, women, children, dogs, cats, mice – everybody was present, despite the dreary weather.
Geeze. Sinbad snorted. Kudos King Arthur. Pitch and Ruber might hate your guts, but man you've got one incredible fan base! Respect.
But still...
Sinbad scanned the arena. He was almost nauseated. All of Fantasia gathered in one place? It was just like a slaughter house – Pitch's job was going to be very easy. Very.
Worriedly, Sinbad scratched his goatee. He needed a quick escape, and too many people would endanger that. True, the crowd would conceal him from the guards (should they make chase), but Sinbad suspected that Sarah wouldn't go down easy. If he had to kidnap her "bad guy style" (over the shoulder, no questions asked), someone would surely come to Sarah's rescue. And Sinbad really didn't want to kill anybody. After all, that might spoil the wedding.
And then there was Jim.
Butterflies swirled in Sinbad's stomach. Seeing his baby boy all grown up had been the most thrilling and agonizing experience. Since the encounter, Sinbad had obsessed over Jim. Thousands of questions itched to be answered: What was Jim like? Exactly how tall was he? Where did he work? Or was he still in school? Did he still like Star Wars? Did he sill want to be a Jedi? What was WITH that police record? Did he have a girlfriend? Good god – what was the kid's favorite color?
