Legend has it, Long ago, in the Earliest Days of the Merge and the Mystic Arcaic land of Prydain, there lived a king so Cruel and so Evil, That evan the Gods stood no chance against him, Since no Prison could hold him, The forces of Heaven and Hell and cast him alive into a Crucible of Mold and Iron, There his demonic spirit was captured, In the form of a great black Cauldron, For uncounted centuries the Black Cauldron lay hidden, Away from the world, All while Villains of Various shapes and sizes searched for it, Knowing that whoever possessed the Black Cauldron, Could wield the Power to raise an army of Deathless warriors, And with them Rule the world.
And that time would soon come.
"We'll this is a certain fix and no mistake." Said Fflewddur Fflam.
The Four Companions stood alone in the Foggy forest, With little to know which way to go, The Trees seemed to have a mind of their own and there was no path to guide their way.
"Might as well face it." Said Eilonwy. "We're lost."
"And no Closer to Finding Hen Wen." Said Taron Miserably, As he plopped down on a tree stump.
"I don't think we haven't been looking in the right places." Said Eilonwy.
"Well geez, you think?" Taron spat. "I knew we should've taken that left turn at the signs, Gurgi!"
"Hey! Don't blame Gurgi!" Protested Gurgi. "Master is the one who decided that Sunny path was far too misleading."
"Oh, and you call a foggy forest more safer?" Asked Taran Sardonically. "Oh yes, That sounds much better."
"Well, Hen wen's trail does lead through here." Said Eilonwy, So at least it's a good sign.
"Yes, As long as you don't smudge it up." Said, Taran.
"Master standing on Pig tracks now." Said Gurgi.
Taran looked down and took a step back off the small pig prints on the Ground.
"Hey." Said, Taran. "Hen wens trail! This way!"
The small band continued down the path after a while they stopped to eat.
"How much provisions do we have left Fflewdurr?" Aske EIlonwy.
Fflewdurr searched for the contents of the bag. "Hmm, Well let me see then, Ah some apples, A few October Scones, And… Five bags of Lays Potato Chips." He threw a bag to Gurgi, Who instantly opened it and began rummaging through them, Taran took the two of the Apples and handed one to Eilonwy, and took a Bite of his own, Fflewdurr took the October Scone.
"Hm, Most delectable." Said Ffelwdurr as he scuffed it down and almost took another when Eilonwy stopped him. "Perhaps save the rest for later." She said.
As Fflewdurr made quite objections Taran stared up at the Rocky Hillside out of the woods, He didn't Hen wen could have gotten this far.
"How long has it been since we've been looking?" Asked Taran.
"Three days I think." Said Fflewddur.
"Four if you count when we parted from Mark, Dipper, and the others." Said Eilonwy.
"You don't suppose we'll see them again do you?" Asked Taran.
"We will, Someday." Said Eilonwy.
"So long as we don't run into that Awful Jet fellow," Muttered Fflewddur.
A while later, The band had moved off again, but the mist came down hard, So much that they couldn't properly see where they were going and found themselves somewhere familiar.
"Hmm, Place look Familiar." Said Gurgi.
"Because we've been here before!" Scowled Taran. "We're going in Circles."
"Oh, I do wish we had some notion of where we are going." Moaned Eilonwy.
"Well perhaps if we had a map or something." Considered Fflewddur. "I don't suppose there's one lying around."
"Actually, I think I see a path out there." Said Eilonwy.
"What? Where?" Asked Taran.
Eilonwy pointed to a clearing right next to them, where a road was.
"Great Belin! How have we not noticed that!" Wondered Fflewddur.
"How does that help us?" Asked Taran incredulously. "Hen Wen's trail is this way!"
"And so far it's done is lead us in Circles." Sniffed Elionwy. "Actually, I think I saw tracks down this way."
And indeed there were.
"Oh, Hen wen must have laid them here to throw us off." Said, Taran. "Clever girl."
Taran and the gang left the forest and went on to the path.
"Hen wen's trail does seem to lead this way." Said Taran as he examined the ground. "Perhaps this might be the way."
"Well then." Said Fflewdurr. "Off that way than."
As the band headed down the road, They didn't notice the Hunter, A Orc-like creature with blue hair, Bull horns, and a spear watching them from the bushes, and crept along slowly as he cackled to himself. "Eh heh heh heh Heh, The master will be pleased, Once I have the Pig, He will find favor with me."
He snuck through the undergrowth and trotted slowly after the band.
Night fell and the band had made their way up the road, which led through the mountain at the end of the forest, They sat on a ledge along the Mountain pass, Overlooking the forest below them.
"The tracks keep going in this direction." Said, Taran. "If we keep following this way, We could find Hen wen in no time."
Eilonwy looked up warily at the clouds. "I don't think we should stay here long though." She pondered. "Those clouds already look like a storm."
"Oh don't be such a worry wort." Scoffed Taran. "It can't be any worse than Anything else we've encountered so far, like that time we ran into those gay weasel muggers."
Flashback.
(The gang is walking along the Path When three Weasels jump out and bare their way.)
Weasel leader: You're all going to Miami in hell!
(The gang gasps as the Weasels start dancing to music.)
Flashback ends.
"That felt wrong." Muttered Gurgi. "Real wrong."
"Taran, I just feel a storm coming, My Bauble's bean acting up over it."
Elionwy's Bauble, A floating Yellow orb began sparking grey as the clouds grew greyer.
"What's it doing?" Asked Fflewdurr.
Eilonwy took the Bauble into her hands.
"Oh, it's really bad." She said. "We have to move, Now!"
"Now?" Asked Taran. "But we already just-"
Eilonwy grabbed him and pulled him along before he could finish."Come on!" She ordered.
Meanwhile.
Down the Path, The Hunter scurried up the Mountain as he heard the noises of the storm picking up.
"Hmm, Must be a bit of Bad weather." He pondered. "Ah well, Still won't stop me from-AGH!"
A Bolt of light struck the ground behind him and he yelped in alarm as he felt his butt get scorched.
Meanwhile.
Taran, Elionwy, Gurgi, and Fflewddur staggered through the winds and rain as they sought to brave through the Mountain pass.
"HOW CAN WE GET THROUGH THIS STORM!?" Called Taran.
"WE HAVE TO FIND SHELTER!" Called Eilonwy.
They struggled on for half a mile before Gurgi was blown forward and he tumbled down ahead, Landing with a thud, His fur all muddy Gurgi gingerly looked up at something and jumped up in shock as Taran, Eilonwy and Fflewdurr came rushing down to him.
"Gurgi!" Cried, Taran.
"Are you all… right?" Eilonwy looked up in awe as did Taran.
"Great Belin." Murmured Fflewdurr.
A large dark castle looming over them in the Darkness and rain.
To be continued.
Hey guys, Welcome to another installment to my Crossover legends franchise, This one takes place in Season 1 where Mark, Dipper and the Gang Meet Taran and his friends, This will span from that point in Season 1 to another point in Season 2 and cover several other Heroes that will come into play later.
For the Rest of the Crossover Legends series check out the Following stories on my Fanfiction account.
Tales of Animal farm
Crossover legends, Season 1.
Conquest of Egypt.
Viva La new Queen.
Crossover legends, Season 2.
Be sure to check them out along with future installments of South Park the Dark time comes and Go God Go. (Retelling.) See ya next time.