Title: Total Drama: Gerhardsson Island

Summary: Whilst, on the hunt for a new ratings grab, Chris McLean, inherits an Island from a mysterious relative.

The Beginning

Just of the coast of Jamaica, is a tiny Island, not much is known, about this Island, to the Locals, it is a complete mystery. A few have dared to step ashore, but they've never stayed long, but there is something about it, that keeps most of them away. However, no-one can tell you why.

As far as people know, most of the Island is jungle, all except for one house, that as far as they knew housed only one individual, the sole resident of the island. Nothing was really known about the supposed resident; one of the things that they did know was that they never had visitors.

So, it was a great big surprise, when, one fine Tuesday morning two gentlemen made their way to the Island. One was a pale skinned man of average height; thick wavy black hair, small black eyes, and when he smiled you could see his gleaming white teeth. His name was Chris McLean, infamous host of Total Drama TV Shows and a few other things. And the other, was a bold man, with dark brown eyes, big nose, thick bulging neck, he was tall, dark skinned, and with broad shoulders. His name was Dorian Shepherd [1], though he was better recognized as Chef, Co-host of Total Drama.

Chris and Dorian stepped of the boat and looked around, there was allot of green, leafy trees and shrubs everywhere, a few tall palm trees standing out, and several bright exotic looking flowers; right in-front of them, was simply put, a tall overgrown jungle. Luckily, for them, there was one tiny gravel path, that led them into the jungle.

Dorian looked, an eyebrow raised, to Chris "Well, where do you want to start?"

Chris smirked at his friend "Ah, maybe that way?"

Dorian nodded, a small smirk of his own on his face "Yep, I think, it is the best choice"

Chris, chuckled, as the two, started walking forward.

"Oh God!" Chris complained, when leaves and flowers fell onto his hair "My hair is ruined"

Dorian shook his head "You are such a girl sometimes mate"

Chris sniffed "This bod, is fabulous, but unfortunately it takes care to keep it that way"

Dorian chuckled "No disagreement here"

"Hey!" was Chris's disgruntled reply, which made Dorian turn his chuckle into a full blown laugh.

Eventually, the two continued on and Dorian had calmed down to ask, "So, what is with this Island?"

Chris shrugged, as he pushed a branch out of his way "I dunno, I inherited it, but I never heard of the guy"

"You never heard of the guy?"

"Nope, never"

"Do you know anything about him?" Dorian asked curious.

Chris grunted as he moved another branch out of the way "I dunno, after some searching, I found a myth of a Geraldine McLean, who ran away to marry an Affric G-something, but this was in the sixteen hundreds, whether they are connected, I have no idea, beyond that, nothing"

Dorian, gave a low chuckle "Wow, that's really something- Woah!"

The two stopped and looked at the circular clearing, they had just entered.

Chris nodded "Yeah"

It was a perfectly circular clearing, tidily groomed green grass, with a nice and well preserved Gothic well in the center.

"Well, "Chris said, after a lengthy pause "That's something"

Dorian nodded "That it is"

Chris walked up to the well and inspected the fine Gothic architecture. It was outstanding, the five Gargoyle's that surrounded it, were still in good form, nothing out of place, connecting the Gargoyles', and also carved out of the same dark Grey stone, were fake vines, connecting the Gargoyles', and going over the top of the well. Along the vines, were flowers, butterflies, dragon flies, and little pixie like creatures. The detailing was amazing.

Both men circulated the well, looking at it closely, it really was something.

Dorian was the first to speak "Wow"

Chris gave a slow nod, as if he were just taking it all in, before he grinned "So this Island isn't a complete waste after all"

Dorian laughed "Of-course you would consider its value"

Chris shrugged, and pushed the sunnies a bit further up his nose "You don't get as far as I've gone without grabbing opportunities where you can"

Dorian grinned "Too true"

"Well, "Chris said, as he gave the well one last tap "lets see what the rest of this beautiful Island has to offer"

"Now you see a possible money opportunity, it is now beautiful" Dorian said as he walked in step with Chris.

"Yep" Chris said simply.

Dorian shrugged as they continued down, the now clear cut path ahead, Chris was Chris, he was used to him by now.

A little while later, the two stopped in-front of a second clearing, a much larger clearing.

Dorian gave a low whistle.

Chris grinned "Now, this is what I'm talking about!"

In-front of them was what looked like, a very orderly and nicely designed English rose garden, with a few fruit trees surrounding it and behind it, was the real beauty. It seems, they were looking at the side, of a traditional looking Plantation Mansion, a rather impressive looking one at that.

They started moving towards the front, following the neat and tidy gravel path, which was surrounded by impressive palm trees, that led to the front of the mansion and to the beach that was in-front of the mansion, a port was seen nearby.

Chris started laughing "Well, well, well, this certainly makes up for the hair"

Dorian pointed to the port "I guess we got off the wrong side"

Chris started jogging toward the mansion, excited "Don't care"

He then, came to a sudden stop. There on the veranda, just in-front of the door, was a thick old parchment, rolled up and tied together by string.

Cautiously, he bent down, picked it up, untied the string, allowing it to drop to the ground and unrolled the parchment.

He quickly read what was on the parchment "Wow, just unbelievable, though it does give some ideas, actually" he grinned and handed the parchment to Dorian "what do you think? I think it is brilliant!"

Dorian looked at the parchment.

Dear Relation,

You have inherited my Island. I leave it with you, in your hands. You do with it what, you will, I trust you to take care of it. But, as you are not a direct descendant, I should tell you a few things about my family and our Island.

Something you need to know.

First thing, you should know, is that every ancestor has been buried here; their remains and mine are deeply enriched with this Island. But, more on that later.

My family, has a history of being witch doctors

My family has had a long held secret. We have had an ability that has been passed on from generation to generation. We have always had an affinity, with plant life. We can create, control, and move all living plant forms.

We used our gift to create solutions to cure the sick. However, it is a gift that scares people and as a family, we don't tend to stay in one place for a long time, the Island was a convenient solution for us. Yes, my ancestors created the Island, it carries us wherever, we need to be, and keeps us in peace.

When, we die, we turn into soil and sink into the earth. So, when I say, the Island is enriched by my ancestors, it is rather literal. As far as I can tell, we have had the Island, since the thirteen hundreds. With, so many ancestors, part of the Islands soil, the result being that the Island has become sentient.

Essentially, the Island is alive.

Anything living, moves at its own free will, but anything artificial and not alive, like the house, would stay still.

Take care of it, tread carefully.

Your Relation,

Alfred Gerhardsson

"Wow" was all Dorian could say, after he finished reading the letter, "so, this Gerhardsson, is that the name of the guy your ancestor ran off with"

Chris nodded "Sounds like it, isn't this brilliant, totally worth the hair sacrifice"

Dorian gave him a sly look "Willing to shave it all"

"Oi, don't even joke, about such a thing!" Chris cried, looking very affronted.

Dorian shrugged "But I see what you're getting at"

Chris grinned, before, he brought a phone to his ear "We'll get the Island properly checked out, look into super natural beings, these Ger-whatever, can't be the only super natural"

"And we have a new concept for a show" Dorian finished.

"Exactly" Chris said, as they waited for the boat to come around.

Gerhardsson Island, was indeed looked over, by the Total Drama people, it was deemed fit. It was fixed where needed, cameras were added and they added their own Total Drama flair to it and now all they needed were contestants. They searched far and wide all around the world and sent out hundreds of letters. They disclosed details of their new TV show and asked whether they wanted to be part, if so, please fill out the attached application.

Thus, was birth of Total Drama Gerharsson Island.

End.

21/7/16 Revised, thanks to my Beta, Adro02.