Author's Note: This story mainly takes place after Rayman Origins, but will also feature a few characters from Rayman 2. The Rayman series itself belongs to Ubisoft. However, this story I created myself. This is my first fan fiction, so R&R is very much appreciated. Enjoy!
Prologue
The twin moons over the Glade of Dreams barely began to show themselves as the night began to settle in. The once light, azure sky settled to a deep, ocean blue color. The branches of trees swayed gently and calmly as a gentle breeze passed through them. Lums looped over the branches and over the canopy, leaving a trail of light as they fluttered around freely. The Glade of Dreams was resting, with the only sounds in the forest being the lums singing gentle lullabies, crickets chirping, and water crashing quietly.
Nights in the Glade weren't usually this peaceful, but all evil had been vanished in this time, as the Guardian of the Glade had successfully conquered the last evil menace he encountered – the Magician.
For a small, common, little teensy, the Magician stirred up plenty of trouble for the limbless hero and his friends. The tiny menace was a genius, and used his intelligence for destroying their homeland!
However, he was taken care of, along with his ingenious clones, and by Polokus's words, was not supposed to return for a very, very long time. The Guardian of Light, the limbless hero of the Glade of Dreams, would not allow him to.
As soon as the Twin Moons' light softly lit up the night in the forest, the quiet snores of two mischievous best friends could be heard. On a great branch of the Snoring Tree, rest the hero himself, Rayman, and his best buddy, Globox the glute.
Above them, flew over a colorful, long billed bird, carrying something in it's beak. It looked like a basket with a kind of veil covering it's contents. This bird was anything but at peace. It was turning it's head frantically for a host. The pair's snoring gave the bird the best idea. It shot a look downward and swooped down quickly to drop the basket in between the two. The fall of this shook them awake. Rayman's eyes darted around looking for whoever dropped it – but the bird was no where in sight. It was long gone.
The glute scratched his head. "Wha… what was that Rayman?"
Rayman sighed and rubbed his eyes. "No idea… it sure has a way of waking up folks though, if you ask me."
Rayman laid his head back against the branch when he felt something move by his feet – the basket!
"Whatever it was… it left us something." Globox said quietly as he pointed to the basket.
Rayman sat up and was surprised to see movement of the inanimate object by his feet. He and his friend moved away from it a bit. What could possibly be hiding in there? A monster? A trap?
Globox stood behind his braver friend, shaking a bit. Rayman looked at the basket and gulped as he crouched by it and slowly, but gently tapped the veil-like fabric and sighed. He turned to his friend, but the sky-blue glute was muttering something in fear and now had his eyes covered. Rayman's eyes rolled a bit and turned back to the fabric. He took a deep breath.
For some reason, this tiny basket put a pinch of fear in his heart. But he decided to stall no longer. He had to know what it was. He clutched the fabric tightly and pulled it off the basket.
What he saw amazed him.
"A… baby?" the limbless hero mumbled and stared at the helpless newborn.
His friend scratched his head and stared down at it in awe. Rayman too, found himself starring at the baby.
The sight of the creature being a baby is not what amazed Rayman. It's the species of the creature itself what truly dumbfounded him.
Globox muttered loud enough for his friend to hear. "It… looks a lot like…"
"…Me." The guardian crooned.
(Thanks for reading! More to come soon.)