This story is a fan fiction based on the Disney creation and is not for profit. I do not own anything outside of my imagination. Gummi Bears is a trade mark of the Walt Disney Corporation all right reserved.. yada, yada. This story is a fan fiction created for enjoyment only and is not for sale, all known characters belong to Walt Disney. Those I have created for the story come from my imagination and apologies to any that resemble someone else's unknown work. This is also not a cutesy story and it contains some harsh realities, mild adult themed content and some violent acts. It is suggested for mature audiences.
I hope that covers it.
Gummi Bears
Generations
"They say that love is an ocean of secrets that can only be unlocked when we look beyond its surface and into the depths of the heart."
Chapter 1
Foundations
The seagulls soared on the winds as the old sailing vessel moved across the harbor. The sun shined warmly in the early summer of the Atlantic Ocean as the boat made its way into the English coast.
"Look Alive men!" Someone shouted as Christopher ran to the bow of the ship; his bright white tee-shirt and red shorts flapped in the breeze as he enthusiastically climbed atop the railing to watch the mountains peek over the horizon.
They were staggeringly huge he thought as he the ship made it way closer to the harbor. He had never seen such huge mountains in his life and if for only this he was happy his grandfather had brought him along on this expedition.
His Grandfather, Robert T. Lon, archeologist and an historian of ancient mythologies, stood at its helm and slowed the vessel into position. Rob was an elderly gentleman with short jet black hair. He wore his light tan uniform that he picked up in a little shop in Botswana last year while digging for bones and fossils.
Traveling the globe, he has become almost a famous internationalist of discovering lost antiquities and ancient civilizations when he discovered an ancient emblem bearing a small resemblance to another old family crest on the old English farm outside of Davinshire.
"Come along lad" his Grandfather, shouted as the ship pulled into the dock.
Christopher jumped from the rail and headed for the plank. Moments later he found himself in the front seat of the truck his grandfather purchased from a local merchant, and soon they were off for the dig sight.
As they drove through the English countryside, the long winding roads soon gave way to rolling hills and deep forests. Through several small villages and past ancient castles that dotted the landscape with eerie reflections of times past when knights in shining armor fought great battles on the fields of wars long forgotten.
They made their way deep into the forests outside the village of Davinshire and onto the dig site. The crew had been digging here for months looking for artifacts of an old battlefield. Davinshire used to have a huge castle a long time ago but there was nothing much left of it except some basic stone foundations on the outskirts of the old village.
The place smelled of peat and wet mud as they came to a stop at the banks of a small pond. Christopher climbed out of the truck and walked to the water's edge and climbed out onto a fallen log underneath a huge old oak tree to get a better view while his grandfather went and talked to the coordinator of the dig.
The water was warm has he splashed around at the water's edge only to be drowned out by the bark and splash of the bullfrogs. He sat down on the log and removed his socks and shoes so he could walk in the water and feel the mud squish between his toes He loved to chase the frogs from their lily pads and watch them try to hide from him in the reeds.
As he reached down a picked up a small stone to skip across the water, he spied the one frog that had braved the boys' intrusion.
Chris crept closer to the frog getting down onto his knees, cupping his hands to capture the frog. With the quickness of his youth he covered the frog and picked him up in his hands. The frog squirmed and tried desperately to hop away from his captor but to no avail. The boy was just too strong.
"Grandpa, Look what I caught!" he yelled. And ran up the bank back to his grandfather's side, but when he got there the frog had stopped its struggle. In his haste he had squeezed the frog too tightly. His grandfather looked down at the frog and then at him in disappointment.
"Come with me boy." They walked into one of the tents and Robert found a small pail and placed a little water in the bottom. He took the frog from Chris's hands and placed it in the pail. The frog soon gained it bearing and sat up in the bottom of the pail.
"You almost crushed it!" he scolded.
"I'm sorry Grandpa. I didn't intend to hurt it."
Rob placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and knelt down in front of the boy. "Remember, everything we do sets into motion events that will play on events yet to come."
"Take this dig for example. Even way out here deep in the woods, you wouldn't think anyone has ever been here before. The only things you see are the trees. But some of these trees are four or five hundred years old. They are the only remaining elements that have withstood the test of time and are the only witnesses to events long ago. Like the pond, the mountains and the oceans. These elements cannot speak to us so we must search for those voices of the past to give us glimpses into our past."
He stood up and walked over to a small box that was sitting on a back table. The old man stood before the box and placed his hands on top; gently he closed his eyes and sighed.
"Do you think they were here Grandpa?" Chris said.
"I do not know," he replied softly. "We have not found any evidence directly but the tales that have been passed from generation to generation all point to this location."
"I'm not sure of what it is that I've dove into by following this dream but I have a feeling that I am closer to where it all started. I have spent my whole life chasing after this. But all I can do now is to hang by that moment when I can prove that, "we", the human race, are not the only intelligent species in this world." He slowly opened the box and reached in and pulled the small wooden medallion from its place in time.