At first: Captain Planet is not my own. I don't profit of these Story, it's only my fun.

Secondly: What a surprise – this is a Wheeler and Linka Story ;-) that I had since a long time in my mind, but I was not sure, how to start with it. Thanks to a Middle Age-festival (I asked myself why can not the Planeteers visit that too?!), I think I have found an acceptable beginning. Hope it pleased you. I do my best – with the Story and the language :-)

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Chapter 1 – One day in the past

"Hey Kwame, there is something. Let us see, what it is", said Wheeler from the last seat, as he saw a festival under them at the flight above Germany.

"What is it? A accident?"

"No, it's a festival I think, but it looks interesting."

"What do you think?" asked Kwame the others.

"We would have time for it", said Linka.

"I want to know what it is too", said Gi and looks through the glass.

"It is an Middle Age-festival", said Ma-Ti as he used his ring.

"Thanks little Buddy, now it is no more an surprise", groaned Wheeler."Go down Kwame."

"Yeah, Yeah. I hope it is an dragon there, that I can feed him with you", he said and rolled his eyes.

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As they entered the terrain of the castle ruin, where the festival was, the girls ran to the booths on the way and the boys followed them groaning.

"Thank you Wheeler, now they are in shopping-mania", said Ma-Ti fretful.

"Hey little Buddy, look there." Wheeler indicated at two booths, that have soaps of plants and herbs. At once Ma-Ti was on fire and disappeared - he wouldn't not longer get Wheeler on his nerves.

"I want to look there too", said Kwame and followed the youngest Planeteer.

The girls were since then on a booth with medievally clothes. Wheeler wanted to wait of the two, that they didn't lost one another, but he was not interested in the clothes. So he went to a booth with frills and his look fell on a necklace – it was an wattled leather strap with an amulet at this. The amulet was like an celtic cross, with celtic knots around it and in all four tops of the 'cross' were one blue stone and in the middle a tad bigger green one. It reminded him at Linkas and is own color of eyes – like in the amulet she was in the real life his personally centre.

"This is a beautiful piece", said a women to him, as he held it in is hand and looked at it.

"Yeah it is. What means it, you know that?"

"Of course. It's an old symbol for true love and deep sympathy. The indicated cross means the four seasons, so the course of time. You see the indicated hearts in the design of the cross?" she asked and he nodded, as he really saw it now."It means, together with the knots, lucky friendship and true love."

"It would be a nice present", he murmured quietly.

"If you give it to the lady of your heart, it means so much and she will know it, if she knows the meaning of this amulet. You give her a part of your soul with it and it will protect her, thanks to the love you gave to it as you have picked it for her."

"Kind of magically this good-luck charm, hm?" he said with an grin.

"The time of the old Celts was magically. You looks as you have celtic ancestors?!"

"My great-grandparents were irish", he said and she smiled at him."Okay I take it. I hope it pleases her." He saw to Linka, she and Gi were still by the clothes and giggled.

"She is it?" asked the woman, as Linka had looked up to him and he nodded."Have you seen the arrangement and the colours of the stones?" she asked as she had seen from Linkas eyes back to Wheelers.

"Yeah, I have, thanks", he said with an grin and paid her the necklace. She smiled friendly and thanked him, as Linka suddenly came to him. He let hurry the necklace disappear in his trouser pocket – the market were not really the right place, to give her such a serious thing, he thought.

"Hey Yankee, please come with me", she said with a cheerful voice.

"I will follow you wherever you want, Babe…Hey, I will nothing of this dress. That looks as if it feels very unpleasant on the skin", he said, as Gi one shirt by one held to his chest, scarcely that he was arrived at the booth.

"It is softer as you think. Hold this for one moment." She handed a tunic to him and went two metres back to Gi. Gi whispered something and both laughed.

"Okay, it's enough. What is with you two?"

"We want only to see, if our suggestion was right", said Gi with a smile and took the tunic from him.

"And what is that for an suggestion?"

"That you are born in the wrong time. This clothes looks great on you. They are so natural and wild, like you", said Linka.

"Okay, I don't know if this is an compliment or not, so I say nothing to it."

Linka looked with an wonderful smile at him, but Ma-Ti and Kwame interrupted what she want to say.

"Wheeler, Gi, Linka. You have to see that. They fight in the traditional way. It ist fantastic", cryed Ma-Ti.

"Come with us. It is really fascinating", agreed Kwame and the three followed them.

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They went to the fence of logs and watched the two men in armaments. They took their lances and positions their horses. They galloped and met at the middle of the place and they were with the lance of the opposer flung from the saddle.

"Isn't this fascinating?" asked Ma-Ti."They stand up as it didn't mattered. But it must really hurt."

"They would feel this on the next day", said Kwame.

"What is this for a game?" asked Linka discontented."The most injuries win?"

"It was so in these times", said Wheeler with an smile. He knows that Linka hated senseless force."The knights have had in this way fought for a woman, just for fun or because they had to arbitrate their disputes. They fought of life and death, but since the middle of the 13th century it was forbidden to fight with sharp or spiky weapons in this tourneys, thanks to an english King. This tourney is named Tjost." Linka saw at him astonished with open mouth. He wanted willingly to close her lips with his own."I love it, if I can make you speechless", he said instead of with a grin.

"You amaze me again and again Yankee. Is there still anything what do you know about the old knights and their fights?"

"What should it give to know? It's always a winner and a loser. It gives the Tjost, the fight with the blades on their feets or of the horses, the achery, et cetera."

"Have I found an secret passion of you?" asked Linka with a smile.

"I would be glad to show you my major passion, you only have to want it", he said grinning, laid an arm around her and pulled her at him.

She wanted to say something, but Ma-Ti interrupted and pulled at his arm.

"Hey Wheeler, see at this, you can shoot with bows. Have you fancy to betting with me and Kwame?"

"It would be very unfair, because you two grows up with bow and arrow, if my memory serves me right?!"

"But we had no practise in the last years. You have good chances", said Kwame.

He glanced shortly at Linka, but she saw again to the knights. He would prefer stay here and talk with Linka, but the other two would not let them alone, if there was a contest in that they can Wheeler definitely beat. So he relented and followed the two.

Linka saw him gone and sighed quietly. Why it goes not further in their relationship?

Gi watched at her friend amused. She had only eyes for Wheeler and she had become cool, almost still playful. It was terrible to see, that both don't found together, though she tried her best to prevent to interrupt them. But the boys and the villains had not so much sensitiveness like her.

"Come, let us see what the boys do. Here happens not more anything", said Gi and dragged Linka with her.

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A man explained the handling of the bow to Wheeler, as the two girls came to them. Kwame and Ma-Ti had at the neighboring targets already shot and had very good hit – not in the middle, but nearby.

"Hey Wheeler, you still do that by today?" asked Kwame his american friend with a grin, as he had shot his last arrow.

"It looks as it is not the thing of our city led", Ma-Ti added. He and Kwame had a ripping good time, because Wheeler looked clumsy.

"You can talk", said Linka to the two scaramouches."This is a discipline where you both have all trumps in your hands and it is unfair to annoy someone who was not grown up with it."

"He makes it alike", Ma-Ti defended himself.

Wheeler used the diversion from Linka and shot. All eyes wandered at once back to his target. One mouth by one flipped open in surprise.

"Hey it is not difficult at all, if you have understood the principle of it", he said with a grin and laid the next arrow in his bow. He shot one after another of his five arrows so speedily and unerring down, that the first shot couldn't be a bang for the buck."How I see that, I've won."

"How…"

"Planeteers, we have an Eco-emergency", interrupted Gayas voice Ma-Ti and they ran to the Geo-Cruiser.

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To be continued…

There is one thing, that i want to explain: Maybe you have noticed (in this or in my other storys) that Wheeler has many secret talents - I think that is because, when I saw Captain Planet the first time in TV, maaany years ago, Wheeler was always my hero ;-) he was so cool, sweet, drolly......and is it still! I love him, or better his character. He was the man of my dreams as I was a young girl and he is still my personal incarnation of superman :-D Can anyone understand me?