Readers, this is another "Sailor Moon"-related story for another story series from me. It
definitely will feature at least a few, if not a lot, of crossover elements in it, in fact. As well as at least
one potential alternate reality, timeline, and/or Universe, if not more than one of any or all of them, for
your information, readers. If you don't like such kinds of stories, then you might not want to read any
farther here. But I still hope that you do, of course, at least a little bit, anyway, of course. It'll most
likely also tie in at least partly, if not entirely, with other fan fiction stories of mine, both on fanfiction.net,
and off it. The standard disclaimers will apply, of course. This story, and its sufficiently-related series
of stories, will share the same disclaimers for it, or them, that the story or stories in either the "Forgotten
Times, Forgotten Realms" or "The Rising Sun Adventures" now have. But if you haven't, or won't,
read the story or stories in either or both of those story series, then I'll just say this. Anything that's not
actually mine originally, I'm not actually claiming for my own solely. I'm just borrowing said plot
elements, characters, settings, and any other elements that might be in said story or stories for such
series. Including, of course, any poetry or song lyrics in any of those story series' stories, in fact. So
don't bother suing me, for copyright infringement, or anything else at all, people. Besides, due to the
fact that I'm actually quite financially poor, right now, you'd most likely not get anything at all, or at
least nothing of a monetary nature, from me. Thanks for your time, then. Please read and review, if
and whenever you might actually find the need or desire to do so here. And if and when you do, please
don't give me any flames. But please do give me at least some constructive criticism, if at all possible,
readers. For I'd really like the latter, and I'd ignore the former, for the obvious reasons, here.
Now, without any further ado, if we may, let's get on to the story here, in fact. I hope you all
really enjoy it, of course!
The Inverness Chronicles
Book One
Chapter One
It was late in the evening of September 3, 2012. And little did anyone know it, but some
people would be meeting for the very first time, most likely, when school actually began the following
day for Eagle Mountain High School in Inverness, Scolvakin. Inverness was a rather medium-sized
town near the border of two provinces in the land of Munrodoste, with one of those provinces being
Scolvakin, in fact. Munrodoste, was a nation on an Earth of an alternate timeline and/or Universe, in
fact. This particular nation now occupied much, if not all, of a continental landmass that was roughly
about the total size of the British Isles, the Mediterranean Sea, and all of Canada's Maritime Provinces
combined, more or less, at least. And it's relative position on the globe for that particular Earth was
almost completely, if not entirely, corresponding with the middle of the Atlantic Ocean on the Earth that
most people were currently aware of here. Most specifically, the northern half of it, at least.
The nearest nation to it, if it wasn't at least partly also on Munrodoste's own landmass, was a
nation called Alerbia. And it was a nation that was primarily, if not entirely, on a landmass that was
about the size of North America east of the Mississippi River and south of the Great Lakes there, in
fact. Alerbia was an ally of Munrodoste, and it had been for more than a century or two, as well.
The nearest potential enough counterparts between Munrodoste and Alerbia might be some
sort of cross between Japan and Canada for the Alerbians, and for Munrodoste, the early United
States on the more familiar Earth, at least, if not any other nations as well here. However, Alerbia was
an Empire, currently. And Munrodoste was in the process of changing to a more republican form of
government after a still-recent Revolution against its previous colonial leaders.
The technological level of advancement for both of those nations was about equal to that of the
middle to late 20th Century AD on the more familiar Earth, more or less, in a lot of respects. And in a
lot of others, possibly even more advanced than that, at the current time.
It had taken several decades for the Munrodans to win their independence from their five
colonizing powers, due to the presence of those very powers. For their primary, if not only, landmass
had been highly colonized by each of those powers over several centuries, at least, if not even longer
than that. The powers that they eventually had won their freedom from over the decades were five
nations that had been considerably more advanced than they'd been for most of that time, in fact.
But a series of warrior leaders had eventually forced the aforementioned Great Powers to then
concede all of the Munrodans their complete independence. Among the best-known of them was a
warrior that had been known as Clovidian while he'd still been alive and fighting for the Munrodans'
total independence. But he'd died of old age about ten or so years before his people could finish their
Revolution against their colonizers, however. The struggle continued, just the same. And in November
of 2007, their complete independence was finally granted by all of their former opponents in their
Revolution. It now had been almost five years since November 16, 2007. And the Munrodans were
still in the process of changing their current form of government to a more republican one from what it
had been before. Which had been a largely monarchy-based government, in fact, was still in the
process of being changed, for the republic hadn't yet been completely formed and constituted. This
was mainly because of the fact that a lot of the old ways of doing things were still quite prevalent in
Munrodan society, if not totally on either score or both scores here, in actual reality.
It would be up to those that followed the founders of the new nation to shape its destiny, and
decide what it should become, if at all possible, in the future. Even the descendants of the previous
warrior leaders, of course. Such as one of the many grandsons of Clovidian, for one such person here,
in actual reality.
This particular grandson was someone by the name of Robert Masbogarin, in fact. And others
that he might meet along the way over the next few years might help their new nation to get off to a
good enough start as one of the newest nations on their world, as well. Though he might not yet know
that, for all the obvious reasons, of course, in actual reality.
At the current time, though, Robert Masbogarin was with his father walking near Eagle
Mountain on the outskirts of Inverness. His father was also named Robert Masbogarin, but their
middle names were different. For the younger Robert Masbogarin had the middle name of Thomas,
while his father had the middle name of Griffin. Both Robert Masbogarins were baseball fans, and the
older one was a somewhat well-known author of several novels and poems. The younger one was
about to enter high school the following morning. And he was considering the possibility of someday
becoming an author as well, in fact. Though, of what, he didn't yet know, or really care, at least as of
the current time here.
The older Robert Masbogarin was married to one of the three daughters of Clovidian. Most
specifically to the middle one, in actual reality. Clovidian had fathered eight sons and three daughters
by his now-late wife, who'd died about a year or two before he had. Seven of his children had been
born as either twins or triplets, in fact. He'd had two sets of twins and one set of triplets with his late
wife, and four other children who were single births. The daughter that the older Robert Masbogarin
was married to now was the middle child of the triplet set, in fact. The triplet set had become his fourth
through sixth children. While on either side of the triplet set, there was one twin set, as well. His first
child was still a single birth, though. His first child was a son, as was the next child. The third child was
a daughter. The fourth was a son. The fifth was a daughter, and she was now married to the older
Robert Masbogarin. The sixth was a son. The seventh was a son. The eighth was another son. The
ninth was a single daughter. That then meant, of course, that the tenth and eleventh children for him and
his wife were both sons.
Three of the younger Robert Masbogarin's uncles had been killed in the recent Revolution,
however. Specifically, his Uncles Joseph, Eric, and Lucas. And three of his own brothers now each
bore one of those names as either their first or middle name, as well. He now actually had thirteen
siblings. For his mother had produced two sets of quintuplets and four single births in about sixteen or
so years of marriage to his father Robert Griffin Masbogarin. One set of quints was all female, while
the other one was all male. The younger set of quints was the all-male one. His single-birth siblings
currently consisted of two brothers and one sister, as of the current time. His family, among others
from anywhere at all in Munrodoste, had often produced sets of multiples, in fact. And it wasn't all that
uncommon for many Munrodan women to have more than one baby at the same time, as well. Both of
his aunts had also happened to produce at least one set of multiples in their lives, if not more than one
such set in them. He now knew that he had at least thirty first cousins, if not more. And that at least
two more were now on the way, or would be soon enough, if at all possible.
The younger Robert's siblings were, from oldest to youngest, Wade, Sara, Trevor, Melissa,
Jennifer, Joanne, Heather, Jodi, Anthony Joseph, Bruce, Kenneth Benjamin, Eric, and Lucas. His
brother Anthony Joseph was often called, "A.J." by many people in his life. While his brother Kenneth
Benjamin was often called, "K.B.", in fact. As for himself, so as to distinguish him from his own father,
the younger Robert was often called, "R.T.", and his father was often called, "R.G.", as well. R.T. was
the oldest of all of his parents' children, and the most recent set of his siblings had arrived a little more
than two years before. It wasn't yet known if he'd have any more siblings, of course. But his mother
was actually still in her late thirties, and his father was also still in his own late thirties, in fact. His
current thirteen siblings were generally spaced about two years apart, if they weren't actually part of
either of the sets of quints that'd come by already in his own immediate family.
At the moment, though, none of those things were currently being discussed by either or both of
the Roberts now in question here. Instead, as they walked near Eagle Mountain after eating their
evening meal with their family, they were discussing the upcoming school year. It was Monday evening,
but the younger Robert hadn't started high school yet. For just as in the United States of America on
the more familiar Earth, it was still Labor Day there. He wouldn't be starting until the following
morning, in fact.
The older Robert was now asking his oldest son, "R.T., are you excited about finally starting
high school tomorrow, by any chance, at Eagle Mountain High School?"
"I think I'd have rather preferred to go to Inverness Heights High School, Dad. Most, if not all,
of my friends are going to be going there this year, I think."
"Well, you know that the tuition there can be rather expensive for people like us, son. It'd cost
us at least 3,500 Munrodis to send you there for a year, if not more. And that's on an alumni discount
through your grandfather Clovidian, at least, I think, son." The Munrodi was the standard monetary
unit of Munrodoste, as it had been for the past year or two. And it was backed by gold, as well.
"And we can't currently afford such an expense at the current time?"
"Yes, of course we can't, son. You know that your mother and I do have fourteen children of
our own to support now, in fact. So we can't send you there right now, unfortunately. Hopefully,
though, we might eventually be able to do so, if my writing career becomes more profitable, I think."
"Fine. But maybe someday we might be able to, if your careers are successful enough?"
"Maybe. I really don't know, though, of course. Your younger school-age siblings will be
going to Crossroads Elementary, while you're attending Eagle Mountain High School this year. Maybe
in the next year or two, you might be able to go to IHHS. But right now, you can't, because we can't
currently avoid it here, son."
"I really wish that I could be with Ketanira and the rest of my friends quite often this school
year at the same school, Dad."
"I'm quite sure that at least a few of your friends might feel the same way here that you do. But
the School District has determined that you and they can't currently be in the same school, due to what
parts of Inverness that we and they all live in, son. We don't actually have to like it, of course, Robert
Thomas. But we still actually do have to accept their decisions here. Or at least until such time that we
can possibly afford to send you to IHHS in the future, if ever, son. No matter what we might actually
feel about it here, just the same."
"I really don't want to have to wear a school uniform, instead of just wearing casual clothes, at
my new school here, Dad."
"But you still will have to, son. That's just part of the School District's current dress code
policy for all students in the district's three High Schools. They've had it for many years, even since
before I eventually moved here quite some time ago, when I was about your age, in fact. And they'll
probably have it after all of you get out of High School here, I think."
The two Roberts then came to a small pond in a park near where they lived in Inverness. And
the younger Robert picked up a few small stones he found near a footpath they'd begun walking on
moments before. When they were close enough to the pond to do so, the older Robert then sat on a
bench a little ways away from the nearest edge of the pond. And he watched R.T. walk near enough to
the pond to start skipping the aforementioned stones across its surface to some degree, if not all the
way across it.
R.T. skipped several of his stones across the water. And as he did so, he also said, "I wonder
what kind of people I'll be meeting tomorrow, Dad. I don't know how many of them I'll actually
know, and how many I won't."
"Well, you most certainly will be embarking on a new phase of your life, son. You'll no longer
actually be a grade-school student in your life. You'll then be a high school student. It's been about
half my life since I was in high school. But I still do remember being in it to at least some degree, if not
entirely. I had to repeat my first year in high school. For I didn't do as much of my schoolwork as I
should have done at another school. But that eventually led to me meeting your mother. And we
eventually married each other, as you very well know by now. So things did even out a little bit more
than they might have if we'd not done either or both of those things, in fact. And because of it, you and
all your siblings are now here, of course."
"And was she your only girlfriend in high school?"
"No, son, she wasn't. I had other girlfriends, in fact. But she was both my first and last one,
son. She broke up with me a few times, and I did the same for her. But we finally realized that we
were better for each other than for anyone else in either or both of our lives. And we eventually
married each other during our senior years from different colleges in our nation. This was still during the
Revolution, as a matter of fact. She attended college elsewhere here in Scolvakin, while I actually went
out-of-province for my college education. I went to college at Nayami College in a neighboring
province's capital city, while your mother went to college at Scolvakin University in Mapotalik. We
married on a Sunday in AD 1996, most specifically on my 23rd birthday, son. And you came along
four years and a day later."
"And are you glad that you eventually wound up with her, Dad?"
"Of course I am. I wasn't really expecting to have so many kids, for all the obvious reasons.
But God has seen fit to give us fourteen children so far here, son. And he may give us even more, if He
sees fit to do so here, of course. I won't keep him from doing so, if He wants. But I still don't expect
to have any more children in my life, just the same. And neither does your mother."
The Roberts talked for at least a little while longer with each other, until this Earth's Moon
began to rise considerably higher in the skies above both their heads, and the stars began to appear in
them as well easily enough. When they saw the stars and the Moon start to appear easier in the skies
above their heads, they then began walking all the way back to their home some distance away from
the park, in fact. The park was near the western outskirts of Inverness, while their home was more
toward local downtown, in actual reality.
After they both got back to their home, it was now about 10:50 pm local time. Ten minutes
later, then, R.T. was already in the room that he shared with his brothers Wade and Trevor. Wade and
Trevor were both already asleep when he got there as well, so he tried to be very quiet as he got
himself ready for bed. He'd have to have his lights off, though, by 11:30 pm, so that he'd be able to get
enough sleep before he woke up again in the morning. So he didn't waste any unnecessary time getting
himself ready for bed. He also laid out his new school uniform as needed, just before he climbed into
his bed again. He did this so that when he woke up, he could then pop into an adjoining bathroom,
take a quick shower, and then don it in very short order.
He actually was in his bed again by 11:15 pm. And he was quite soundly asleep about another
twenty or so minutes later, after he then turned off his bedside table light for the rest of the night. And
he largely dreamed about what his new school might be like, if not entirely, during the rest of his current
sleep period, in fact.
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How do you readers like this story so far? Several Sailor Scouts, one major "Star Trek"
character, and one "Star Wars" character, at least, will make their appearance in the next chapter. I
have currently written up the first nine chapters of this story, and I've begun Chapter Ten of it, on my
computer. I haven't put all those chapters in a suitable enough form for potential future fanfiction.net
upload yet, but I hope to finish doing so, if at all possible, by no later than the middle of March 2004.
There actually will be several other crossover elements introduced into this story as needed, in fact,
readers. And I hope that you'll like them all well enough, of course. You know what to do by now, of
course, whether or not you like this story, readers. I await seeing your comments about this story, and
I hope that they'll be clean enough, and if you have any criticisms about it, at all, that they'll all be rather
constructive in their nature or natures, quite naturally enough. Until later, then, this is "The Universal
Storyteller" signing off here, for the obvious reasons. Please read, review, and enjoy this story, if at all
possible, of course, readers.
definitely will feature at least a few, if not a lot, of crossover elements in it, in fact. As well as at least
one potential alternate reality, timeline, and/or Universe, if not more than one of any or all of them, for
your information, readers. If you don't like such kinds of stories, then you might not want to read any
farther here. But I still hope that you do, of course, at least a little bit, anyway, of course. It'll most
likely also tie in at least partly, if not entirely, with other fan fiction stories of mine, both on fanfiction.net,
and off it. The standard disclaimers will apply, of course. This story, and its sufficiently-related series
of stories, will share the same disclaimers for it, or them, that the story or stories in either the "Forgotten
Times, Forgotten Realms" or "The Rising Sun Adventures" now have. But if you haven't, or won't,
read the story or stories in either or both of those story series, then I'll just say this. Anything that's not
actually mine originally, I'm not actually claiming for my own solely. I'm just borrowing said plot
elements, characters, settings, and any other elements that might be in said story or stories for such
series. Including, of course, any poetry or song lyrics in any of those story series' stories, in fact. So
don't bother suing me, for copyright infringement, or anything else at all, people. Besides, due to the
fact that I'm actually quite financially poor, right now, you'd most likely not get anything at all, or at
least nothing of a monetary nature, from me. Thanks for your time, then. Please read and review, if
and whenever you might actually find the need or desire to do so here. And if and when you do, please
don't give me any flames. But please do give me at least some constructive criticism, if at all possible,
readers. For I'd really like the latter, and I'd ignore the former, for the obvious reasons, here.
Now, without any further ado, if we may, let's get on to the story here, in fact. I hope you all
really enjoy it, of course!
The Inverness Chronicles
Book One
Chapter One
It was late in the evening of September 3, 2012. And little did anyone know it, but some
people would be meeting for the very first time, most likely, when school actually began the following
day for Eagle Mountain High School in Inverness, Scolvakin. Inverness was a rather medium-sized
town near the border of two provinces in the land of Munrodoste, with one of those provinces being
Scolvakin, in fact. Munrodoste, was a nation on an Earth of an alternate timeline and/or Universe, in
fact. This particular nation now occupied much, if not all, of a continental landmass that was roughly
about the total size of the British Isles, the Mediterranean Sea, and all of Canada's Maritime Provinces
combined, more or less, at least. And it's relative position on the globe for that particular Earth was
almost completely, if not entirely, corresponding with the middle of the Atlantic Ocean on the Earth that
most people were currently aware of here. Most specifically, the northern half of it, at least.
The nearest nation to it, if it wasn't at least partly also on Munrodoste's own landmass, was a
nation called Alerbia. And it was a nation that was primarily, if not entirely, on a landmass that was
about the size of North America east of the Mississippi River and south of the Great Lakes there, in
fact. Alerbia was an ally of Munrodoste, and it had been for more than a century or two, as well.
The nearest potential enough counterparts between Munrodoste and Alerbia might be some
sort of cross between Japan and Canada for the Alerbians, and for Munrodoste, the early United
States on the more familiar Earth, at least, if not any other nations as well here. However, Alerbia was
an Empire, currently. And Munrodoste was in the process of changing to a more republican form of
government after a still-recent Revolution against its previous colonial leaders.
The technological level of advancement for both of those nations was about equal to that of the
middle to late 20th Century AD on the more familiar Earth, more or less, in a lot of respects. And in a
lot of others, possibly even more advanced than that, at the current time.
It had taken several decades for the Munrodans to win their independence from their five
colonizing powers, due to the presence of those very powers. For their primary, if not only, landmass
had been highly colonized by each of those powers over several centuries, at least, if not even longer
than that. The powers that they eventually had won their freedom from over the decades were five
nations that had been considerably more advanced than they'd been for most of that time, in fact.
But a series of warrior leaders had eventually forced the aforementioned Great Powers to then
concede all of the Munrodans their complete independence. Among the best-known of them was a
warrior that had been known as Clovidian while he'd still been alive and fighting for the Munrodans'
total independence. But he'd died of old age about ten or so years before his people could finish their
Revolution against their colonizers, however. The struggle continued, just the same. And in November
of 2007, their complete independence was finally granted by all of their former opponents in their
Revolution. It now had been almost five years since November 16, 2007. And the Munrodans were
still in the process of changing their current form of government to a more republican one from what it
had been before. Which had been a largely monarchy-based government, in fact, was still in the
process of being changed, for the republic hadn't yet been completely formed and constituted. This
was mainly because of the fact that a lot of the old ways of doing things were still quite prevalent in
Munrodan society, if not totally on either score or both scores here, in actual reality.
It would be up to those that followed the founders of the new nation to shape its destiny, and
decide what it should become, if at all possible, in the future. Even the descendants of the previous
warrior leaders, of course. Such as one of the many grandsons of Clovidian, for one such person here,
in actual reality.
This particular grandson was someone by the name of Robert Masbogarin, in fact. And others
that he might meet along the way over the next few years might help their new nation to get off to a
good enough start as one of the newest nations on their world, as well. Though he might not yet know
that, for all the obvious reasons, of course, in actual reality.
At the current time, though, Robert Masbogarin was with his father walking near Eagle
Mountain on the outskirts of Inverness. His father was also named Robert Masbogarin, but their
middle names were different. For the younger Robert Masbogarin had the middle name of Thomas,
while his father had the middle name of Griffin. Both Robert Masbogarins were baseball fans, and the
older one was a somewhat well-known author of several novels and poems. The younger one was
about to enter high school the following morning. And he was considering the possibility of someday
becoming an author as well, in fact. Though, of what, he didn't yet know, or really care, at least as of
the current time here.
The older Robert Masbogarin was married to one of the three daughters of Clovidian. Most
specifically to the middle one, in actual reality. Clovidian had fathered eight sons and three daughters
by his now-late wife, who'd died about a year or two before he had. Seven of his children had been
born as either twins or triplets, in fact. He'd had two sets of twins and one set of triplets with his late
wife, and four other children who were single births. The daughter that the older Robert Masbogarin
was married to now was the middle child of the triplet set, in fact. The triplet set had become his fourth
through sixth children. While on either side of the triplet set, there was one twin set, as well. His first
child was still a single birth, though. His first child was a son, as was the next child. The third child was
a daughter. The fourth was a son. The fifth was a daughter, and she was now married to the older
Robert Masbogarin. The sixth was a son. The seventh was a son. The eighth was another son. The
ninth was a single daughter. That then meant, of course, that the tenth and eleventh children for him and
his wife were both sons.
Three of the younger Robert Masbogarin's uncles had been killed in the recent Revolution,
however. Specifically, his Uncles Joseph, Eric, and Lucas. And three of his own brothers now each
bore one of those names as either their first or middle name, as well. He now actually had thirteen
siblings. For his mother had produced two sets of quintuplets and four single births in about sixteen or
so years of marriage to his father Robert Griffin Masbogarin. One set of quints was all female, while
the other one was all male. The younger set of quints was the all-male one. His single-birth siblings
currently consisted of two brothers and one sister, as of the current time. His family, among others
from anywhere at all in Munrodoste, had often produced sets of multiples, in fact. And it wasn't all that
uncommon for many Munrodan women to have more than one baby at the same time, as well. Both of
his aunts had also happened to produce at least one set of multiples in their lives, if not more than one
such set in them. He now knew that he had at least thirty first cousins, if not more. And that at least
two more were now on the way, or would be soon enough, if at all possible.
The younger Robert's siblings were, from oldest to youngest, Wade, Sara, Trevor, Melissa,
Jennifer, Joanne, Heather, Jodi, Anthony Joseph, Bruce, Kenneth Benjamin, Eric, and Lucas. His
brother Anthony Joseph was often called, "A.J." by many people in his life. While his brother Kenneth
Benjamin was often called, "K.B.", in fact. As for himself, so as to distinguish him from his own father,
the younger Robert was often called, "R.T.", and his father was often called, "R.G.", as well. R.T. was
the oldest of all of his parents' children, and the most recent set of his siblings had arrived a little more
than two years before. It wasn't yet known if he'd have any more siblings, of course. But his mother
was actually still in her late thirties, and his father was also still in his own late thirties, in fact. His
current thirteen siblings were generally spaced about two years apart, if they weren't actually part of
either of the sets of quints that'd come by already in his own immediate family.
At the moment, though, none of those things were currently being discussed by either or both of
the Roberts now in question here. Instead, as they walked near Eagle Mountain after eating their
evening meal with their family, they were discussing the upcoming school year. It was Monday evening,
but the younger Robert hadn't started high school yet. For just as in the United States of America on
the more familiar Earth, it was still Labor Day there. He wouldn't be starting until the following
morning, in fact.
The older Robert was now asking his oldest son, "R.T., are you excited about finally starting
high school tomorrow, by any chance, at Eagle Mountain High School?"
"I think I'd have rather preferred to go to Inverness Heights High School, Dad. Most, if not all,
of my friends are going to be going there this year, I think."
"Well, you know that the tuition there can be rather expensive for people like us, son. It'd cost
us at least 3,500 Munrodis to send you there for a year, if not more. And that's on an alumni discount
through your grandfather Clovidian, at least, I think, son." The Munrodi was the standard monetary
unit of Munrodoste, as it had been for the past year or two. And it was backed by gold, as well.
"And we can't currently afford such an expense at the current time?"
"Yes, of course we can't, son. You know that your mother and I do have fourteen children of
our own to support now, in fact. So we can't send you there right now, unfortunately. Hopefully,
though, we might eventually be able to do so, if my writing career becomes more profitable, I think."
"Fine. But maybe someday we might be able to, if your careers are successful enough?"
"Maybe. I really don't know, though, of course. Your younger school-age siblings will be
going to Crossroads Elementary, while you're attending Eagle Mountain High School this year. Maybe
in the next year or two, you might be able to go to IHHS. But right now, you can't, because we can't
currently avoid it here, son."
"I really wish that I could be with Ketanira and the rest of my friends quite often this school
year at the same school, Dad."
"I'm quite sure that at least a few of your friends might feel the same way here that you do. But
the School District has determined that you and they can't currently be in the same school, due to what
parts of Inverness that we and they all live in, son. We don't actually have to like it, of course, Robert
Thomas. But we still actually do have to accept their decisions here. Or at least until such time that we
can possibly afford to send you to IHHS in the future, if ever, son. No matter what we might actually
feel about it here, just the same."
"I really don't want to have to wear a school uniform, instead of just wearing casual clothes, at
my new school here, Dad."
"But you still will have to, son. That's just part of the School District's current dress code
policy for all students in the district's three High Schools. They've had it for many years, even since
before I eventually moved here quite some time ago, when I was about your age, in fact. And they'll
probably have it after all of you get out of High School here, I think."
The two Roberts then came to a small pond in a park near where they lived in Inverness. And
the younger Robert picked up a few small stones he found near a footpath they'd begun walking on
moments before. When they were close enough to the pond to do so, the older Robert then sat on a
bench a little ways away from the nearest edge of the pond. And he watched R.T. walk near enough to
the pond to start skipping the aforementioned stones across its surface to some degree, if not all the
way across it.
R.T. skipped several of his stones across the water. And as he did so, he also said, "I wonder
what kind of people I'll be meeting tomorrow, Dad. I don't know how many of them I'll actually
know, and how many I won't."
"Well, you most certainly will be embarking on a new phase of your life, son. You'll no longer
actually be a grade-school student in your life. You'll then be a high school student. It's been about
half my life since I was in high school. But I still do remember being in it to at least some degree, if not
entirely. I had to repeat my first year in high school. For I didn't do as much of my schoolwork as I
should have done at another school. But that eventually led to me meeting your mother. And we
eventually married each other, as you very well know by now. So things did even out a little bit more
than they might have if we'd not done either or both of those things, in fact. And because of it, you and
all your siblings are now here, of course."
"And was she your only girlfriend in high school?"
"No, son, she wasn't. I had other girlfriends, in fact. But she was both my first and last one,
son. She broke up with me a few times, and I did the same for her. But we finally realized that we
were better for each other than for anyone else in either or both of our lives. And we eventually
married each other during our senior years from different colleges in our nation. This was still during the
Revolution, as a matter of fact. She attended college elsewhere here in Scolvakin, while I actually went
out-of-province for my college education. I went to college at Nayami College in a neighboring
province's capital city, while your mother went to college at Scolvakin University in Mapotalik. We
married on a Sunday in AD 1996, most specifically on my 23rd birthday, son. And you came along
four years and a day later."
"And are you glad that you eventually wound up with her, Dad?"
"Of course I am. I wasn't really expecting to have so many kids, for all the obvious reasons.
But God has seen fit to give us fourteen children so far here, son. And he may give us even more, if He
sees fit to do so here, of course. I won't keep him from doing so, if He wants. But I still don't expect
to have any more children in my life, just the same. And neither does your mother."
The Roberts talked for at least a little while longer with each other, until this Earth's Moon
began to rise considerably higher in the skies above both their heads, and the stars began to appear in
them as well easily enough. When they saw the stars and the Moon start to appear easier in the skies
above their heads, they then began walking all the way back to their home some distance away from
the park, in fact. The park was near the western outskirts of Inverness, while their home was more
toward local downtown, in actual reality.
After they both got back to their home, it was now about 10:50 pm local time. Ten minutes
later, then, R.T. was already in the room that he shared with his brothers Wade and Trevor. Wade and
Trevor were both already asleep when he got there as well, so he tried to be very quiet as he got
himself ready for bed. He'd have to have his lights off, though, by 11:30 pm, so that he'd be able to get
enough sleep before he woke up again in the morning. So he didn't waste any unnecessary time getting
himself ready for bed. He also laid out his new school uniform as needed, just before he climbed into
his bed again. He did this so that when he woke up, he could then pop into an adjoining bathroom,
take a quick shower, and then don it in very short order.
He actually was in his bed again by 11:15 pm. And he was quite soundly asleep about another
twenty or so minutes later, after he then turned off his bedside table light for the rest of the night. And
he largely dreamed about what his new school might be like, if not entirely, during the rest of his current
sleep period, in fact.
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How do you readers like this story so far? Several Sailor Scouts, one major "Star Trek"
character, and one "Star Wars" character, at least, will make their appearance in the next chapter. I
have currently written up the first nine chapters of this story, and I've begun Chapter Ten of it, on my
computer. I haven't put all those chapters in a suitable enough form for potential future fanfiction.net
upload yet, but I hope to finish doing so, if at all possible, by no later than the middle of March 2004.
There actually will be several other crossover elements introduced into this story as needed, in fact,
readers. And I hope that you'll like them all well enough, of course. You know what to do by now, of
course, whether or not you like this story, readers. I await seeing your comments about this story, and
I hope that they'll be clean enough, and if you have any criticisms about it, at all, that they'll all be rather
constructive in their nature or natures, quite naturally enough. Until later, then, this is "The Universal
Storyteller" signing off here, for the obvious reasons. Please read, review, and enjoy this story, if at all
possible, of course, readers.