Captain Planet: When Twixt the Two Lovers Shall Meet
Written by: FossilQueen1984
Disclaimer: Hey again! Thought I would try my hand at writing a romance laced heavily with Greco-Roman/Norse mythologies, allusions to Star Wars and Tolkien's works, and Jungian archetypes. Rated T for violence, gore and sexual innuendo. For those of you unfamiliar with Greek mythology, then I would suggest looking up stuff on Wikipedia. Enjoy! Couples TBD, most definitely Captain Planet/OC and Wheeler/Linka.
Chapter 1: Dreams of Lovers' Past
Suggested Soundtrack: Main Theme and Ice Dance from Edward Scissorhands.
It's always the same dream, Minerva thought sourly as she tried for the millionth time to screw her eyes shout. Aeser knows why I keeping dreaming about Lilandriel and that weird green-haired guy, the teenager groused sourly as the silent hum of the electromagnetic air conditioner wafted into the bedroom. For as long as she could remember, Minerva always had the same memory dream whenever her elder sister, Lilandriel told her romantic fairy tales. It probably didn't help that Laila was a complete romantic, while Min preferred hard fact and excitement.
Sitting up in the darkened room, Min scrabbled for a family picture. Turning on a flashlight, she scrutinized the portrait. Their parents, Proconsul Hector and Andromache, Laila and herself. It was plain to see that Lilandriel was the family beauty, tightly curled hair the color of obsidian turned up in amazingly complex braids, large violet eyes, framed by hazel lashes, and a skin tone paler than the average human. Then there was Min.
Certainly, Min had her sister's hair and complexion. That's where the similarities ended. Unlike the rest of her family, Min's eyes were muddy brown, flecked with silver and bronze. Her nose was stubby, and she was always showing off. Their race, the Immortalius certainly had the powers of the Old Gods, but had evolved over time to use telepathy for mundane and consulting runes. Unlike her fellows, Min could read the future, and as she was usually right, Min was something of a bossy know-it-all. She could also fly, much to the distress of her parents, mostly just Laila for some odd reason. Nobody else on New Gallifrey could fly, or levitate for that matter. There was also the matter of whenever she got an open wound; her body would produce a thin layer crystal over the wound. None of the Immortalius could do that, either. In short, Min may have been Hector and Andromache's daughter, but she felt like she had been born on another planet.
She figured she could call upon the Oracle after sunrise- but now bed! As she hunkered down under the burgundy quilt, her mind wandered back to the dream she had been kvetching about earlier…
It was quiet and still as snow fell from a cloudless sky. Overhead, she could make out some nearby gas giants although she had no idea what planet she was on. Surrounding her were well maintained trees, as though she were in a park. Walking along the icy paths, she could her music playing somewhere, maybe two or three miles away. Just then, she heard laughter. Looking around the corner of a shrubbery, she was surprised. A young couple, about two thousand years old or so, were walking along, holding hands.
"BLEH," Min gagged as the oblivious couple continued to admire the sights. Crawling up on a brick wall, she stood on her tiptoes to get a good look at the couple. The girl, as usual, was Lilandriel. She was wearing a fitted white dress with flute like sleeves, and she was blushing like mad. Her suitor was wearing a toga, typical for Immortalius males. He had sharp green hair, and appeared to be made of quartz. She had to admit, her sister had good taste in men.
'Did we really have to leave the soiree, Callan?", Laila asked as they walked arm in arm. Resting her head on his shoulder, her date chuckled. Pausing, e turned around and kissed her deeply. Min felt like pelting them with snowballs to stop the snogging, but wound up slipping of the wall and landing in a snowdrift.
She managed to dig herself out, just in time to see the couple gracefully dancing as the snow began to fall softly. Min shrugged, it was romantic all right. Farily soon, everything became foggy and Min felt herself waking up…
Rubbing her eyes, she sat up and climbed up to the loft. She was preparing to lecture Laila again about the hazards if romance stories, when she saw her sister's kiss stained lips and fresh tears.
Running downstairs in her pajamas, Min set out for the Oracle in all haste.