Hey everyone, it's been awhile since I last wrote an Alvin and the Chipmunks fanfic, but I have been so inspired with some of the latest 'Alvin and the Chipmunks' fanfics that I have read that I just had to write this story

Hey everyone, it's been awhile since I last wrote an Alvin and the Chipmunks fanfic, but I have been inspired with some of the latest fanfics that I have read that I just had to write this story. So I hope you like it and to those of you who think I have forgotten my last fanfic 'The Destiny Star', don't worry I'm working on the next chapter. Anyway enough talking. Enjoy.

Tales of Utopia

Alvin and the Chipmunks in

'Of three and one and one of three' (A Trinity - by Hilaire Belloc)

The fragile hearts were meant to be

Intertwined with life's eternal grace

And spread out through all time and space

Fire, Wind and Water guide us through eternity

In the name of, in the order of the

First Trinity

"Alvin, hurry up will ya. We have a lotta work to do in very short time," a very muscular old man said as he finished up his beautifully made wooden table almost fit for a king. The man wearing a soggy wrinkled old grey shirt that was cut at his wrists and heavy brown pants took a quick puff of his pipe before he continued. His muscles seemed to extend the shirt beyond its natural capacity and he had a scar upon his right cheek. His upper lip was always curled into a snarl as it folded over the tip of the pipe and his sharp eyes were always focussed. The man held a huge hammer easily within his right hand. "This is the first time the king has come to our village so we must finish this table soon."

"Well, if you had woke up earlier, we would have been able to finish long before the king's arrival," a fifteen year old chipmunk argued back with an annoyed glare upon his shining blue eyes. His fairly skinny appearance was always frowned upon by the man. Wearing a plain red short sleeved shirt with white saggy pants. Very poor clothing for a chipmunk that was thought of as being invisible to the world. That was how he felt and it was so true. Yet there was one valuable item he held in his possession that made him feel that he existed. A possession which gave him the feeling that he wasn't alone. It was the golden heart-shaped pendant with a fire emblem in the centre that he wore around his neck. He looked at the old man annoyingly clenching his fists and then started to paint the table in a bloody red colour.

"Alvin Tavorus, don't blame your mistakes on me, you scrawny piece of shit!! The King's is way more important than you'll ever dream of being so just finish the table."

"Whatever," Alvin replied too tired to argue. As the carpenters worked, Alvin continued his work with a lack of intensity. His lack of motivation came from his distrust of the monarchy of the land. It was the king's fault that his village, along with the other villages in the kingdom, would soon be at war. A stupid war. A meaningless war all for the blood of the eternal phoenix. The phoenix was an legendary firebird whose blood at could grant immortality for the one who first touches the drink to his lips. A myth. A great war based on a myth. It was ridiculous. But that was the monarchy at the time...ridiculous.

The boy found it ironic that the battle for supposed immortality was causing the death of so many. That was the reason why the boy hated the king and his family, for even though he had never seen them, he had heard stories of them and he hated every one of them. But he did not dare to speak the words he felt. He wouldn't dare. Not while he would live in their kingdom...his home. Not when he felt like he was being watched at every second. No. He would not say a word and did not say a word.

"I gotta say, I have definitely outdone myself here. This is the most beautiful table in all of the kingdom. Scratch that, all of Utopia and I would hang the man who would say otherwise," the old man said with a cheer as he punched Alvin arm. The boy rolled his eyes as he rubbed his arm.

"I guess it is a stunning table Fieral."

"Well don't just stand there. Hurry and go set it in the centre of the village," Fieral said as he pointed outside the small cabin that they were in.

Alvin glared at him for a moment and then started to lift the table over his head. The table was rather heavy, but Alvin managed to carry it just the same.

"Now, for my reward," he said with a little sneaky grin once Alvin had left. He broke off some bread and then took a huge barrel of ale. "Just a little sip before the king arrives," he said with a laugh as he began to drink the ale directly from the barrel.

Alvin carried the huge table with a bit of difficulty, but he managed. He took it all the way to the centre of the village where all the decorations were already in place for the King's arrival which would begin soon.

There was much to do and Alvin could see that the village was truly alive with many villagers rushing here and there. Even though the king would just be passing through, it would still be a very rare and spectacular event in this village. But it was foolish, for Alvin knew the real reason why the king would come. He saw through the cheap celebrations.

Nevertheless, the boy quickly went to the table's appropriate spot and set the table down gently. He made sure to fix it just right and then after wiping the sweat from his forehead, he began to leave. "Hey! Alvin!" a voice called out to the boy.

Alvin looked around and then spotted a middle-aged man with a thick beard and muscular big hairy arms like a bear. Another thing that could quickly be noticed by the man was the mighty silver sword that hung from his waist. Alvin smiled. "Hey Justin!" he said as he raced over to him.

Justin looked at the table that Alvin had placed in satisfaction. "My my, Fieral has sure done a number on that table. I'm sure the king will impressed," he said. Alvin looked back and nodded slowly. "If you're not busy, wanna talk?" he asked as they made their way into his weapon shop.

"Wow, I haven't been here in some time," Alvin said as he looking around the shop that was covered in rare weapons. "There are a lot more weapons than before. If I didn't know any better, I would swear this was an armoury."

"I know, I've received so many new weapons. Recently, more travelers have come to our village over the past months with new weapons that they wanted to sell. Many of them were extremely beautiful. Now that they know that the king will stop here, our village has become quite popular to the Kingdom of Libera," he said proudly. "And because of this, my weapon shop has been getting more weapons. It's a good thing too. When the king arrives...hopefully, the royal knights will come to my weapon shop to see what I have. And when they do, they'll see the marvellous weapons I hold and my weapon shop will be famous no legendary," Justin said with starry eyes as he laughed with a masculine laugh.

"Yeah, good luck with that," Alvin replied nervously. He guessed Justin forgot that the king would be here only for an hour. He sure was a big dreamer. But he had to admit, the store had many amazing weapons: Swords, Bow and Arrows, Maces, Axes, Shields, Battle Claws, Spears, Scythes, Lances and many others. It was a very impressive inventory, one that would be accepted upon many knights especially when one considered the conditions of these weapons. Alvin could remember a time when this weapon shop used to have only old swords and shields worth less than one pardice (Utopian currency).

Alvin looked at three strange creatures in the weapon shop that looked very similar to goblins with their skinny naked bodies, wide eyes and horns on their forehead. But they were different in some ways, for they had three arms, one on their right side, one on their left side and one on their stomach. They used their arms to hold the specific weapons to allow them to clean it.

How did they clean the weapons? With their incredibly long tongues. Their long tongues were strong and firm and they used these tongues to wrap around the weapon and licking it clean. Alvin was impressed when he saw how each creature wiped along the sword taking out every bit of dust.

"When did you get these Cretins?" he asked.

"A trader gave them to me in exchange for a strong weapon. They were useless to the trader because they were so weak and scrawny, but their tongues are excellent for cleaning weapons especially swords. And all I have to do is feed them once a day. If there was ever a better deal, I've never heard of it," Justin said proudly. Alvin had to agree. "Hey Alvin. Now that you have a little extra money in your pocket, from the work of building the furniture for the king, I want to show you something," Justin said as he changed the shop sign from 'open' to 'closed'.

"A little extra...? Wait, Justin...I don't plan to..."

"I just want to show you, that's all. Just want to show you my most prized sword," he said as he took the chipmunk to the back of the shop.

Alvin waited for awhile as Justin began going through his things as if he had found a buried pirate treasure, but then he brought something out with a green cloth around it. Slowly as if to increase the excitement, he took off the cloth to reveal a magnificent - stunning sword.

Alvin watched in amazement at the beautiful silver sword with a base of two dragons colliding and a top as sharp as the tip of a pin. "It's the greatest sword I have ever seen. It was brought to me by a strange old man. Although it cost a lot of money, it was well worth it."

"I have never seen anything more amazing. It was as if it was created for a god."

"I know what you mean. I told myself, I only want to give this sword to someone dear to me. And since I have heard from Billy that you are a pretty skilled warrior when you want to be, you would be the perfect owner. Now that you have received the appropriate amount of money, I could sell it to you right now," Justin said with a smile.

Alvin looked at the sword with nervousness. It was a beautiful sword and it was so tempting, but.... "Sorry, I can't. At least not right now. If I use the money on the sword, I'll barely have anything left and I was planning to use the money to buy some appropriate food and clothing for myself. Even though I really want it...I need some time to think," he said unsure of his words. Justin smiled and understood.

"Don't worry, I told myself that I would only give the sword to someone close to me. Anytime you wish to buy it, I will wait for it."

"Thanks," Alvin said as he shook his hand. Then he looked at the sun which had moved quite a bit over the horizon. "Guess we gotta get ready. I have a few more things to do before the king arrives. I'll see you later."

Alvin returned to the cabin and found Fieral drunk and asleep on the floor. He sighed and then rolled his eyes. He tried to lift the drunken man to his feet and lie him on his bed. "Why am I not surprised? Come on, get your drunken ass up. I guess you won't be coming to the celebration," he said failing to pick him up and slamming Fieral's head on the ground. The old man's only response was a loud snoring sound. Alvin sighed and left him on the cold hard floor.

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Fieral slowly opened his eyes. He was suffering from a hangover and his head hurt pretty hard. He opened his eyes to see Alvin wearing some proper clothes and when he looked at his bedside, he saw that there were proper clothes for him as well.

"Because of the extra work I did this afternoon, I took the liberty of buying the clothes for you and me with your money, I trust you don't have any objections drunken man?"

"My money! Why you bastard...ow!!" he started but felt the pain of the hangover in his head and he had no choice but to give it up. "Ok, fine fine, you win."

"This will teach you to stop your drinking habits," Alvin said with a smile. "Now, we better hurry and get to the centre of the village. The king will be here soon," he said as he brought Fieral slowly to his feet and then they walked to the celebration.

A giant fire was lit in the centre of the village as the people began to cheer. Night time had arrived and soon the celebration was about to begin. Alvin and Fieral arrived right on time just as the royal trumpets began to sound.

The royal trumpets came loud and clear followed by a mighty cheer. "Long Live King Liber!! Long Live King Liber!!" the villagers repeated over and over again. Alvin really wasn't paying attention and he certainly did not cheer. It was all a lie. Everything. Instead of cheering, Alvin was actually looking around for Justin and then he spotted him holding up a sign that said 'Rare and Powerful Weapon Shop - For those who are truly strong' Alvin giggled to himself knowing that this was the typical Justin.

Alvin then continued to focus on the guards who were the first to come into the village. There were many guards who looked very strong and very firm. Alvin watched as they moved almost synchronized without any emotion expressed on their faces. These knights took their job very seriously and when Alvin saw the intensity in their eyes, it almost scared him.

The subjects went silent at an instant when the announcer stepped out of the carriage. The village was so still and so silent that the subjects in the far back of the crowd could actually hear the announcer clear his voice.

"Announcing his Royal Majesty, King David of the third order de la Liber!!! Accompanied by her Royal Highness, Queen Laura de la Liber and her Royal Highness, Princess Eleanor de la Liber!!" the royal announcer spoke with a majestic voice. Alvin slowly turned his head to the main attractions of the celebration, but what he saw changed everything in his mind and heart. Now he knew his life would never be the same again.

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A/N: Well, that's the beginning. The first chapter is always the toughest cause you don't know how others will react. Plz Read and Review and tell me what you think. The next chapter will becoming soon and don't worry, this isn't just an Alvin story.

NEway, till next time…