The Stories of Beyond the Tree: A Bolt Saga, with a Little Help
Author's Note: I am sorry if it has been a while. However, I have school. You know how it is. At least, I hope that you do.
Academia Cicero, you must have been a fortune-teller at some point. Or maybe you're just good at guessing. But Rhino isn't coming up in this chapter. In fact, nobody I don't own (i.e. Bolt, Mittens, Rhino, Penny, Emily–simply a coincidence if it has anything to do with other stories-or any other character I might add) is in this chapter. Not even my dear phooka–
"Thank you for being so kind as to mention me," he said.
"Hey, can I get on with my introduction?"
"Not unless you put me in here and tell that guy over there to shrink his ego a little."
"You can really be argumentative at times, can't you? You're not in, and we're on!"
"You," said the creature, "will write to regret those words that our dear reader here just read. And just so you know–"
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Chapter 4: An Addition
Down an end that is wounded but not yet dead, carried by a wind with not only a cold but also with bone cancer, and at the peak of a mountain that started from the top of Olympus, home of the gods, there is a door.
The door is a perfectly ordinary one. It is mahogany colored, smelling of mahogany wood, and is made of solidified custard. The knocker on the door is in the shape of a nauseous looking serpent, probably from all the custard. And the size of the door is perfectly normal if, compared to it, Mount Everest was about the size of, say, a toddler.
But the strangest thing about the door is that it isn't there.
This is the Doorway to Enchantment, where chimney sweeps do a wild Irish jig, where lions attack people to get cell phones, and where there is a wide amount of seemingly helpless princesses. Inside it, there is a collection of every thought in time, every secret world in space, stored neatly into groups.
One universe watched a small screen. On the screen was a map of all the worlds, and, enlarged, a dot that seemed to be multicolored.
"So, he's heading for Earth number 2404 GDHJ 114, is he?" thought the thing that seemed to take up a universe of its own. "And he found it by accident and didn't leave? Now there's something odd going on around here."
"What's in that universe anyway, Thinktank?" he said to his computer, whose actual name was Thinktank 000000042, and who really wasn't so keen on its master talking in bolded font all the time.
"Information Sequence Upload. The 2404 section is limited to worlds others on Earth 1 have created. The GDHJ A-Section is limited to a parallel Earth belonging to intelligent animals, particularly three of them and their adoptee human family."
"And these are?"
"A white crossbreed American Sheppard named Bolt, a declawed black and white cat named Mittens, an excessively hyperactive hamster named Rhino–"
"–Rhino the Hamster?" said the being, amazed.
"Don't ask. Information study continues. A thirteen-year-old girl named Penny Watson, and her mother, Emily Watson. Information Sequence Concluded."
"Thank you, Thinktank. I'll cover it from here." The creature reached back, and formed himself into an elderly man, who promptly took a glass of fizzy lemonade that had recently appeared beside him.
Finally, he could take his revenge on the phooka. He had challenged himself to an enemy too dangerous, too recently to be forgiven. Plus, there was a whole universe he could absorb, and he hadn't been getting bigger for a while.
Now, it was all about timing. It was not for nothing he had changed an old phrase to read as, "When life gives you a lemon, ask for a refund so you can get something better."
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§Author's Note: I will write when I can. I will truly appreciate it if you review.§