Disclaimer: I don't own TDI but i do own the realm of Entauria which I , in this story, I put some TDI characters in a fantasy series.

I will put all the sections in one fic so it will consist of more than one story. It will be long.

Enjoy.


Part 1

Stranded

Duncan woke up in the ancient village of Alasa.

The wind was whistling across the plains around his hut.

Today was important, it was the day he went to the north side of the country of Entauria.

Entauria was a continent in the middle of the prehistoric world, it was divided by a large river, the only way to get across was to go on a boat.

He lived in the desert section of the south side of Entauria.

He was taking a boat to the other side so he could meet his mom for the annual carnival.

He set out across the Heiri Desert which was the name for the desert part of Entauria.


The wind blew hard and Duncan had trouble walking.

The wind must have been going 100 mph!

He was headed for the port town of Fesiala.

There he could find a boat.


He approached the port town and felt the cool sea breeze.

It felt good on his many sun burns.

It consisted of mostly small buildings and stuff like that.

He proceeded toward the docks.

There were many boats around there.

Today was the day before the carnival and everyone wanted to be there, that was the reason it was a busy day for the port.

Now came the hard part of his mission. He needed enough money to pay his boat fares.

There was only one way to get that money.

To steal it.


There were many rich men in that area which made it easy to get money.

The dock area was full of people milling around.

Too easy! Duncan thought.


He approached a rich looking man, trying to blend in with his surroundings.

Nine years of practice made that a little easier.

The best way to do that was to wait until they were distracted or something.

The man stepped into the ticket line when Duncan made his move.

He approached the ticket line.

The man started whistling.

Duncan snatched the wallet, not even breathing.

He stepped back and went to the other ticket line to avoid suspicion.


Trent smiled as he climbed the mast of one ofe the boats, preparing to clean it.

He worked in the shipyard so he had to do things like that.

It was a busy day so he needed to work double shifts.

He hated the carnival.

He never got to get the fun part of it.

All he got to do was clean up after and prepare for all the people who went to it.

The suds in hs bucket sudddenly spilled. It was treacherously slippery.

"Dang, I need to get down from here!"

He started down the mast.

His footing was getting less and less stable as he descended the vertical part of it.

He decided to slide down.

He made slow progress.

His hand approached some splinters of wood.

"Aww crap, that hurts!" He said as his hand encountered it.

He let go with his hands and fell backwardstoward the shipyards.


A/N: Cliffhangar!

Eventually you will see where I am going with all this.

Probably next chapter or after that.

Right now I am just bringing some of the charecters together to make it interesting.

It will get better.

-jotdi