Disney's Dangers: Chapter 7

The travelers were ready to go at dawn. Farewells were said and they were off. They were sure to make a strange sight; the mouse detective, the prince, the thief, the treasure hunter, and the boy. The trip was really uneventful, each town, village and forest eerily empty. It made Jim shudder.

It was nearly nightfall by the time they made it to the swamp that bordered the Darklands where wall of fog loomed up before them. Ben sighed in disappointment, "There's no way we'll be able to get through that tonight. We'll have to wait until morning to continue."

So, in the light that was left, they made a small camp under the canopy of trees that were on the edge of the Hundred Acre Wood.

After a small meal of bread and cheese, (none of them could really cook, but they were too nervous to be hungry anyway) Jim leaned with his back against a broad tree to brood on the events of the past few days. He didn't care if they were only supposed to be spying, he was going to find his mom and bring her back.

Soon the others set about to get ready for bed, but Jim took the time to observe his fellow travelers; Eugene seemed to have respect for the prince, but at the same time, he avoided him as if he were a disease. And though he tried to hide it, the prince sometimes shot the thief a look full of distrust when his back was turned, but was as serious as death when he took his place on watch duty. Ben and Basil sat by the fire swapping plans for what they would do when they found the villain's lair.

Jim had just about decided it was time for him to go to sleep, when a red flash deeper in the woods caught his eye. "Uh, Your Highness?" Jim tried to keep his voice emotionless as he stood, "I think I'm going to take a little walk. I'll be back soon."

"Don't be long, James." Charming warned in a thoughtlessly imperious tone, "You're on watch after me."

"Fun," Jim muttered under his breath as he strode into the night and towards the red light. The closer he got to the small beam, the more he heard the familiar whirs and clicks of a machine. Making sure he was far enough from the camp, he whispered, "Silver?"

A huge hand, roughly the size of a baseball mitt clapped him soundly on the back, "Jimbo! Good to see ya, lad!"

Jim laughed as he embraced his friend, "Good to see you too! But what're you doing here?"

"I'm hunting that good-for-nothing spider, Scroop. He's been causing too much sorrow in the province for my liking."

"I agree, he has my mom, and I'm going to get her back."

"Oh, Jim," Silver said sadly, "I'm so sorry. Listen, if you need any help, I'll give it to ya, but for now, I have to go."

"Why don't you come back to the camp with me? You would be a great addition to our team."

"I have my own team to worry about, and I don't think that princely fellow would approve of me being near."

Jim had to agree, it was obvious the mannerly prince could hardly stand Eugene. He found it hard to imagine him accepting Silver's company.

"Maybe, you could meet us along the road. How about you catch up to us in the swamp?"

"Sure thing, lad. But you better be going, I think we have an eavesdropper," Silver winked at Jim with his robotic eye and turned his gaze to the branches of a tree above them. "Come on out of that tree before you fall, lad."

Jim couldn't help but gape as Eugene jumped from his perch and landed lightly on his feet. This guy had some skills.

But Eugene was pretty confused himself, and he regarded Silver warily. He had obviously never seen a cyborg before. "How did you know I was there? I didn't even make a sound!"

"My eye can sense heat."

"Oh," Was Eugene's answer, though he was still lost.

"Bye, Silver." Jim whispered over his shoulder as he led Eugene back to the camp.


Prince Charming stood dutifully at attention, forcing himself to stay awake and alert. But still, the fog played tricks on his imagination and many times he found himself biting his bottom lip in fear.

Jim and Eugene returned and were soon snoring away behind him. Charming wondered what they had been doing.

His thoughts were interrupted by a rustling in the woods before him. "Who's there?" he demanded as loudly as he dared. But the only answer was a shrill giggle. It sure sounded familiar. Charming wandered forward to discover whoever it was.

Finally, he discovered who it was in a clearing not too far away from the camp. A woman was standing there, a smug smile on her ugly face. It was Cinderella's stepsister, Anastasia.

A horrible chuckled sounded behind him, "How nice of you to join us, dear prince."

A horrible, nauseating feeling swept over him, forcing him to his knees. Charming struggled to bring his head up to look his attackers in the eyes. Before him stood Anastasia, but no longer was she ugly. "You're beautiful," He gasped.

"That's right," The woman stepped up to him and leaned forward, "I will be waiting for you."

"But where?" Charming couldn't keep the pleading out of his voice; he was in love all over again.

"I will be where the souls rest." And with that, she kissed him and disappeared into the fog.

Charming made his way back to the camp, still in a daze. She was all he could think about. He loved her. He loved her. He loved her more than anything.


I think I may have forgotten to post yesterday and I'm sorry this one is so late in the day. I've had church and I'm learning how to drive.

Well, I hope you guys like this chapter. Yes, it is the beginnings of Tremaine's revenge! Mwahaha!