Hellohellohellooooo! I'm back again... Heh, sorry for not uploading on Wednesday, but the computer had a problem with , and only my Dad could fix it... And he was away, so I had to wait until he got back to post. IliedandIamsosorry... NOW. Enjoy the awesome story. XDDD
Disclaimer: I don't own Phineas and Ferb. If I did, Phineas and Izzy would have been together by now, and Ferb would be happily spending more time with Nessa. xD
Snap! Ferb jolted awake.
What was that?
"Sounded like a branch broke," he muttered.
The prince looked around and noticed something: there was no more singing. He could not hear the birds anymore…
"Hm," he said, "that's odd… I wonder where they all went…"
He sat still for a moment, gathering his wits about him, remembering what had happened before.
That's right, I fell asleep. The question is, for how long…? Ferb raised his head to look up at the sky, and was surprised at what he saw.
"My goodness! How long have I been here? It's surely past dinner…"
His muscles sighed in content as he got up and stretched, almost tipping over in the process. He had not napped this long in a while; of course, I think not eating would do some damage as well.
"I wonder why Father hasn't come to get me, yet…" He wondered. He would surely have been mad and come back to find him, no? But he was not here…
Why?
"Well, I had better get going… I don't want to make him madder than he already is…" Ferb said, picking up a long stick that he had found on his trek through the forest, using it to prop himself up.
He was about to take a step forward, when he heard it.
The prince froze. There was that snap again. He had been fine about going into the forest earlier in the day, but now that night was falling, it felt completely different. All of the nocturnal creatures would be coming out, and who knew what they consisted of? Now all Ferb wanted to do was get out before something found him.
He looked up again. The sun was sinking, and it was sinking fast; he would not have much time before he would not be able to see anymore.
It was quiet again.
Very quiet…
There was something almost frightening about the silence, like something you would find in a movie.
I have no idea what is making that noise, he thought nervously, if it's big or small, if it has teeth or not, or if it wants to eat me…
And then heard it. The one noise that determined his fate...
...and he was not liking fate today.
A long growl echoed out through the forest, silencing what was left of the forest night songs. Ferb's breathing hitched. "Bloody…"
Not more than two seconds after he had uttered that one word, a monstrous, black wolf launched out of the brush and right in front of Ferb, its eyes gleaming with hungry fire. The prince's reflexes kicked into gear as soon as the wolf came into view, the stick he was holding flashing up before him as a defense from the predator.
But the animal did not pay any attention to the poor weapon, and instead jumped straight for Ferb, claws lashing out. There was nothing he could do. This was it: his life was over. Ferb knew it was useless, but in one last pitiful act, he crossed his arms over his head, bracing himself for the attack and yelled as loud as his lungs would let him, "HELP ME!"
But it was too late. He saw it.
He saw it all.
The gleam of light off of the claws, as sharp as razor blades, the teeth, shining brightly in the night, and the wolf itself, which looked as big and long as a kitchen table, right before him, as hungry as could be, ready as ever to rip him apart and tear out his insides.
He waited for the impact, the moment when he would feel the searing pain throughout his body, when he would finally feel peace after that. He did not really care after all that he had been through lately. It was just too much.
Ferb was ready for a little nothing in his life.
Everything after that moment was in slow motion for the prince, the situation so surreal.
There was yell and a sudden whoosh like the sound that wings would make and Ferb found himself on the ground, watching the wolf battle someone else, not him. He could not see much through the darkness, but he could tell by the muffled sounds of the thing that had saved him that it was not an animal, but…
…human.
The green-haired prince watched, entranced, as the person fought the beast, letting out a cry of pain as Ferb saw the wolf lash out at the dark form. But still, his savior battled on.
It was fierce and quick as the wolf became more and more enraged at the interruption of his meal. The sounds became louder and the movements more swift. More blows were dealt. More yells and cries were heard.
But at last, the other seemed to have the upper hand, and gave one last furious punch to the predator's head, before the beast gave a yelp of pain and finally ran off.
Ferb watched amazed, as the dark figure stood in place, panting. It was not tall or large, but rather small and thin. But what Ferb could not make out was the shape behind the figure, almost as if it had something attached to it.
The young prince looked at the figure as it seemed to stare right back. Ferb was about to yell a 'thank you' over to the person but it gasped and quickly ran off, leaving the prince alone.
Ferb stood there for a moment, pondering what had just happened. Who had saved him? And who the heck would live in a forest…?
At night?
As the green-haired teen started his trek back to the castle, there was one thing that seemed to stick in his mind that puzzled him: the gasp of the figure surprisingly did not sound grown up… Instead, it sounded like that of…
…a child?
All of the lights in the village were dark as Ferb walked down the roads to his domaine. He felt much safer here, as he knew where he was and how to get where he was needed to go. He would have looked fine to someone on the sidelines as he made his way through, but on the inside he was quite the opposite.
He could not stop wondering who it was that had saved him; who had been his hero? Maybe they were right, and there was an evil spirit living in the forest...
No, he argued with himself, If it were evil, it wouldn't have saved me, right?
Who was that person? It could not have been a child, could it? But if it was, what was a young kid like that doing out in the woods at night? It was all so confusing to the prince as he turned a corner of the village onto another street that was not too far from the castle.
Should I tell Father? No, no... He would go crazy if he heard I was in the forest... No one is supposed to go in there, anyway,he thought, But... what if... What if that thing wasn't human?
The thought made Ferb stop in his tracks and look up. Now, now, Ferb, don't go to jumping to conclusions, now... Maybe it was just your guardian angel...
He looked back the way he came. But... That cry... If it wasn't, then it would've been hurt, right...? What if it is?
The boy shook his head and turned back to the road in front of him. It was no use arguing with himself. He started his journey back to his castle once again, head down. It was all just so odd.
He listened to the nightingales sing and the frogs croak as he walked, relishing the soothing sounds. He had come to the forest for relaxment, but had not gotten very much after what had happened not more than a half of an hour ago.
He turned another corner, nearly tripping over a few stones in the process. He was too busy in his mind to look where he was going. Suddenly he stopped. One word had popped itself into the young Prince's brain.
Wings.
That was what he had seen on the figure. That was what had been attached to it!
Wait a minute, he thought, where in Danvilion would it have gotten wings? That's not human, is it?
Ferb suddenly wanted to go back into the forest and find the thing; but he knew his Father would be furious. Actually, he would be furious about a lot of things that had happened that day.
The boy raised his head and looked back once again. The first thing he would do that morning would be going back to the woods and finding that 'creature.' It would be getting quite a few questions, not to mention a big 'thank you.'
"Tomorrow," he mumbled, turning back around and walking once more, "tomorrow…"
The green-haired boy walked only a little farther before he made it back to the castle and was very happy to be there. He paused at the large doors, wondering if he would have to face an angry king once he went in, but decided against it and pushed through the entrance.
He was welcomed by the warm air of the structure and strong scent of leftover chicken, which he gladly took in through a well satisfied breath.
"Hm… I wonder if Father has any left," Ferb wondered, "I am a bit peckish…"
He took a turn down the halls of the large room and saw the long stairway leading up to his bedroom. He hesitated at first, pondering the thought of letting Lawrence know that he was home, but turned on the thought, not quite wanting to see the king at the moment, knowing he was bound for some kind of scolding.
As he walked up the steps, he thought. He had always been fascinated by creatures that were not of earth. He did not believe in them, but he loved to study them and find out more. He had always liked things with wings, for some reason, so the fact that the figure may have had something like them made him very confused.
Why would a human have wings?
That was the question running through his mind as he trudged up the steps.
Unless it's not human...
And that was the answer that would always come back. But Ferb knew better, such things did not exist, and they never would. They were just a part of the imagination.
...but anything can happen...
That one small thought brought trouble to the prince as he neared the top, anything could happen... That was true. What if there were such things as Unicorns and Phoenixes? What if there were Cocatrices and Minotaurs? What if it were all real, but people were just too blind to see it?
What if he believed...?
Would he able to see them?
The boy finished climbing the stairway and saw the door leading to his room. He took the handle and opened it, revealing not a very large one, but a normal room, complete with a bed and desk. He had many other things, but I will not go into much detail on that.
He had shelves and shelves of books as well, all different kinds, like history, fiction, fantasy, as many as he could get his hands on. He would read them all.
Ferb did not have a closet in his room, for all of his clothes were down in Lawrence's room, for the king now knew that Ferb would try and discard some if his fancier clothes, so he kept them close to him, making sure the boy kept them on, much to the prince's dismay.
The boy walked inside of the room and plopped down on his bed, staring down at the floor. He was quiet for a moment before an idea sprung from the prince.
"Maybe one of my books has something in it," he said to himself, getting up and walking over to one of his many shelves. He eyed the books on it carefully, making sure he would not miss the one he was looking for. At last he found it, near the end.
It was labeled, The Mythological World.
It was a large book, with a red cover and a golden binding. Surprisingly, it was dated back very far, but did not look old at all. It had been handed down through the generations of the Fletcher line and had now reached Ferb.
The boy took the object into his hands and walked back over to his bed and sat down, opening the book. Although the cover was in good shape, the pages were very worn and yellow, most of them had stains on them that could have been anything, considering the date it was created.
Ferb ran a hand through his messy green hair. "Hm, it should be in here somewhere..."
He flipped through the pages gently, being careful not to tear any. There were many chapters on pretty much every kind of creature you could think of. It was the oldest book of mythological creatures to ever be found and kept that long, so it was bound to have things that would fascinate him to no end. He had read it over and over again, taking in every detail and word, very much memorising it.
After a few moments of scanning the book, he turned to the table of contents for help.
"Wings, wings..." He muttered, sliding a finger down the page, "Ah, ha! Here it is. Page five-hundred sixty-two." And with that, he turned toward the correct number and saw what he wanted.
Ferb chuckled. "My, my, what have we here?"
There were many sketches and pictures of all different kinds of creatures with wings. One of the main ones was a Phoenix, of course. But there were also some that you and I have not even heard of before, like a Soundrelley, or a Diweph.
The green-haired prince looked over the pages, his brow furrowing in concentration. There did not seem to be anything like what he had seen, so far.
You have to remember, it was dark, so you did not see much, He reminded himself, It may sound human, but that doesn't mean it is.
The prince kept on searching through the large book, turning more pages and reading more and more words, trying to find something that could be of use. He knew that that thing had been different, for he had felt the brush of feathers when the figure had pushed him out of the way. The sound they had made had also been a giveaway. So he knew that it had been something, and not his imagination. If had been, he would have not have been sitting on his bed, flipping through a book.
After at least five minutes of thorough searching, teen was about to give up and put it away, but something caught his eye. It was a small paragraph with a sketch next to it. The words in the part of the page were short, but very descriptive.
Ferb read it with interest. "Quizit. A small creature, but with a big heart. Not much is known about this happy little feathered figure, but some has been discovered. The creature often dwells in forests and deep woods with many trees," he paused. That sounded somewhat like what he had seen... "It is almost completely covered by silky white feathers, except for its hands, feet and part of the face. It is not known whether it is deemed a bird, or something else, as it has feathered wings, but it also has feet, and other man-like features. There has been a report of it being seen singing, not like a bird, but with a voice. It is very sensitive to people, and does not like to see others get hurt. It also does not like to be found either, and will take flight if discovered."
Ferb looked up and stared blankly into the distance. That thing that had saved him... It had to have been a Quizit! The description was so similar, there was almost no doubting it.
Ferb had just realized something. He had been saved by something, alright...
...something that did not exist.
WELL. THAR WE GO. xDDD I sooo proud to say that the dA artist GinPhin likes this... I SQUEED SO MUCH! X3 And I have a picture of Phinny up there too, if you wanna see him. ^^
R&R! 8D
- Lovey
