I had to do 2 chapters at once, otherwise it wouldn't make any sense! :D
I own nothing. Smurfs are Peyo's and fairies are Disney's.
Once Papa emerged from the other side, he realized right away that this was NOT New York. Unfortunately, his Smurfs had realized it sooner.
"Where are we?" "What happened to the river?" "Where are the bright lights?" And other questions like that were thrown at him from every one of the Smurfs. Papa didn't answer, for he was still in shock himself.
All around them, there was green. Not the cropped, contained green of New York, but the wild, overgrown, messy green of an untamed jungle. There was not a soul in sight aside from the 17 of them. There was no break in the jungle, either. It went on and on and on as far as the eye could see.
As much as he'd love to ponder the question of where they were, Papa started off again. "We have to smurf away from the portal! Gargamel will certainly be smurfing for us. Tracker?"
The cheery Smurf stood at attention. "Yes, Papa Smurf?"
"Which way should we go?"
After a moment of concentration and sniffing the air, Tracker said with complete confidence, "This way!" And he led the Smurfs into the mess of plants.
The truth was, Tracker hadn't just gone this way by a whim. He'd smelled something very faintly in this direction. It was a smell that made him feel… incredible. He desired it, to say the least. He wanted to know where it was coming from.
They trekked on until around midnight, then Tracker stopped. The smell had gotten extremely strong. They must be almost on top of the source.
"What's that?" Asked one of the Smurfs in the back. Tracker recognized the voice as Tailor. While he'd been concentrating on smell, the sewing Smurf had been concentrating on sight. All the Smurfs followed Tailor's finger to a huge tree right in the middle of the field. From the center came a muted, yellow glow. Tracker sniffed gingerly and realized that the TREE was the source of the smell.
"Let's check it out!" The ever-curious Miner shouted.
Papa cautioned them. "Be on your guard, my little Smurfs. This could be anything."
"It can't be too bad, Papa Smurf," Piped up Clumsy. "Look at all the Pussywillow Pixies by the tree."
"Great Smurfs!" Papa now noticed bright spots near the tree. They had shimmering wings connected to their backs. Something felt wrong, though. The Pixies didn't look… quite right.
More confident now, the 17 creatures crept towards the tree. Drawing nearer, they, too, realized something was off.
For one, there was a lot more of them. There were girls and boys, that was clear, though the Smurfs couldn't see them very well.
Once they reached the base of the tree, most of the glowing spots had disappeared. "Where'd they all go?" Questioned Smurfette from her place beside Papa.
"I don't~" His response was cut off by a shining streak surrounding him and his Smurfs. More streaks joined the first, creating a yellow circle around the astonished Smurfs.
They suddenly all stopped and fluttered in plain sight in front of the group. Greedy was the first to speak the obvious. "Papa? They're not Pussywillow Pixies."
"No. They're not," he replied, never taking his eyes off the creatures. They're faces weren't the same shape, they're wings were see-through, and they're clothes seemed to me made of more substances than just flowers and bits of cloth.
"We smurf in peace," Brainy started, but Farmer, Vanity, and Painter hushed him.
From behind the ones that surrounded them came another, considerably taller and more… regal. Her honey-blonde hair was pinned up in a bun and on top sat a crown of gold. Her wings were also golden and moved slower, yet she still remained airborne.
She studied them with inquisitive light-blue eyes. "I am Queen Clarion, ruler of Pixie Hollow. The Scout-talent fairies sighted you earlier. May I ask who you are?"
Papa stepped forward, giving the others a sign to stay quiet and still. "And I am Papa Smurf. These are my little Smurfs. We came from… quite a long ways away, I believe."
"What's a Smurf?" Asked one of the females. Queen Clarion gave her a stern glare and she backed away, blushing furiously. Her glow also turned a brighter orange than before. Amazing, thought Papa.
He continued on, "We seek shelter until it is safe for us to go back to our home."
"We're being chased," said Brainy. Everyone hushed him this time.
The Queen simply smiled. "As you do not appear dangerous and the fairies at Pixie Hollow welcome all who need shelter, I will allow you to remain here until the time comes for you to leave. But I must have your word that none of the fairies will be harmed in any way during your stay."
Papa bowed low to the gracious fairy, surprised at the quick decision. "You have my thanks."
Laughter danced in Queen Clarion's eyes, " I would love to learn more about your species. I AM naturally curious. But that will have to wait until tomorrow, for it is late and we need rest." She gestured to one of the fairies near her. "Show them to the underground safe house. In the morning, bring them to the Square so I can talk to them. Everyone who wants to can come along."
The fairy nodded and began to fly away. The Smurfs glanced nervously at each other, then followed. "Papa," Poet asked in a hushed voice. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
"What other choice do we have, Poet?" Papa answered. "Would you rather go back into the jungle and smurf Gargamel?"
Poet looked down, shamefaced. "No."
They continued on in silence. Soon the fairy stopped at a small hole, just big enough for the Smurfs to enter. "The safe house is in here. If you need anything, I will be standing guard here at the front."
"Thank you," Papa said, though he felt the slightest twinge of offense when she said she was guarding. No trust quite yet. Not that I blame them. He went in first, the others following.
The safe house was cut entirely out of the rock. Long rows of beds covered the sides of the walls. There were no windows, but the whole place was lit by glowing stones embedded in the walls. It had a cozy feeling to it.
"Choose a bed, Smurfs," the leader ordered. "You need to rest for tomorrow."
They did as he said. Once they were all settled, the elder selected one for himself. One in the corner, where he could see all of his Smurfs. Most of them looked worried and unsure. Papa would've liked to speak comforting words to them, but he doubted it would have much help. They'd just need to trust him.
"Feels good ta be underground, don't it?" Miner laughed cheerily. He seemed to be in a good mood despite the fact that they'd just been landed in a strange world.
"NO!" Shouted almost everyone else. Lazy just snored, already asleep.
He's got the right idea, Papa grinned. "Alright, Smurfs. Quiet down. We'll find a way to smurf home soon, don't worry."
They all snuck into bed and under the white blankets that had been provided for them, but Papa still heard some grumbles. Once the bearded Smurf was sure they were asleep, he allowed himself a prickle of worry. We WILL find a way out of this, right?
Of course we will, he scolded himself. We've smurfed this once, we can do it again. Tomorrow I'll discuss with the Queen about how to get home.
With that thought set firmly in his mind, he closed his eyes and let exhaustion from the day's events take over.
"Where did they go, Azrael?" Gargamel demanded right after he and his cat came from the portal.
The tabby didn't answer. He was too busy playing with a vine, the effects of the catnip still lingering. Gargamel rolled his eyes at the feline's idiocy. The animal was useless.
Unfortunately, he'd left his crystal ball in the other world and the portal had closed already. "May as well pick a direction and go," he muttered, talking more to himself than his cat.
So he picked a direction and went. Thankfully, it was the exact opposite direction the Smurfs took.
The other chapters will hopefully be longer. The 17 Smurfs that went along (for any of you who were wondering) are Papa, Brainy, Handy, Tracker, Miner, Clumsy, Vanity, Hefty, Poet, Painter, Farmer, Tailor, Smurfette, Wild, Harmony, Greedy, and Lazy.