Balto I: Rise of Korrus

AN: This is my first fanfiction, based around the Balto movie series… So on with the story!

DISCLAIMER: All rights to the Balto series belong to Amblin Entertainment and Universal Pictures, while I own my OCs. In other words, I do not own the Balto series at all.

Balto: Of course you don't.

Korrus: OH SHUT UP!

Star: *Facepaw*

Me: -_- Sigh, anyway. On with it!

EDIT: Due to certain timeline inconsistencies and other things the storyline has been quickly revamped.

PROLOGUE

New York City, United States of America

January 22nd, 1995

A woman in her seventies and her granddaughter are walking in Central Park, and looking around. "It was here… someplace." Apparently looking for something. "But we've already been past here!" The granddaughter complains, causing the grandmother to chuckle. "The trees have grown so big. It's been so long since my last visit."

She sighs as a dog, named Blaze, proceeded to bark.

"Come on Blaze. Grandma, when was the last time you were here?" The granddaughter asks.

Of course, chuckling, the grandmother replies, "Way before you were born, sweetheart."

Following natural dog instincts, Blaze spots something and proceeds to bark at it.

"Oh, look! Blaze found a squirrel!" The granddaughter says.

(Balto: *Deadpan* Short attention span. Me: LOL)

"Now just a minute, I'm trying to get my bearings. Oh there are so many paths here. So easy to get turned around. Come on, darling." The grandmother says. "Grandma, we're in the middle of nowhere." The grandmother laughs, saying; "We're right in the middle of New York City!"

"But you're going to make yourself so tired walking so long." The granddaughter says. "Nonsense. It hasn't been more than a quarter of an hour. Huh. Not much further."

The grandmother moves to continue but the granddaughter says,

"Blaze is getting tired." The grandmother laughs, "Oh I see."

"Grandma, what are we looking for anyway?" The granddaughter asks. "A memorial." The grandmother answers." Confused, the granddaughter questions; "A me-what?" Laughing, the grandmother informs the young girl; "A reminder of a wonderful story, and a place very far away from here."

Wonder in her eyes, the granddaughter asks; "What place is that, Grandma?"

The grandmother of course answers; "Nome, Alaska. It's a small town almost on top the world. Hmm, now that really was in the middle of nowhere, sweetheart. In the cold winter, of 1925, it was snowing hard… Back then, the fastest and most reliable way of getting around was with teams of dogs pulling long sleds. Races were held every year to find out the best team. And the competition was very fierce…"

Nome, Territory of Alaska

January 19th, 1925

Two teams of sled dogs are racing, barking as they go, heading for the finish line up in town…

A musher calls out to his team, "Mush! Giddap, boy! Hut-ya! Hut-ya!"

The opposing team closes the distance, as the opposing musher also calls out; "Hyah, Steele! Hyah, hyah!" Panting, a black-and-white Malamute named Steele, leads his team against the other one as the mushers continue calling out orders. A dog calls out something indiscernible.

"Steele, we're not gonna make it!" Calls out a scared Star, who gets a paw to the face in response from Steele.

"Easy now. Easy! Easy!" A musher from the first team calls out, as Steele's team begins to get closer to said team as both teams enter a narrow passageway of ice and snow. Steele's musher proceeds to call out due to the danger risk of the passageway; "Steele, hold back, hold back, hold back!"

Steele sees a dog in the front, growls and then proceeds to bite him, causing the dog's team to collide into other, yelping. This causes the first team Musher to yell in anger; "Steele!"

This leads to Steele chuckling mischievously as his Musher calls out, "Get in line! Get in line!" Steele's team proceeds towards the town as a gunshot rings out, a flare having been fired, resulting in somebody shouting; "It's the three-mile marker!" This of course, prompts the residents of Nome to cheer in applause…

To be Continued in Chapter I

Well, that was the Prologue for Balto I: Rise of Korrus.

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