AUTHOR'S NOTE: I published this 'book' in June and we almost have 800 views on it since then. Thank you so much! I had writer's block again and as I was looking up writing prompts, I came across one that inspired this story in the far future.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything related to "Meet the Robinsons," the only character I do not own is Wilbur.

STORY #28: Sisters

STORIES OF REFERENCE: Saving the Future

NARRATOR: Morwen

DECEMBER 2084 – TODAYLAND, NORTH MONTANA, USA

"Idrial," I sang my twin sister's name while tiptoeing in the room we were sleeping in. "Idrial, wake up."

"Morwen, go back to sleep," Idrial groaned, turning over to her other side.

I got in bed with her, forcing her to skootch over.

"Morwen!" Idrial sleepily yelled. "Leave me alone."

"Rial, it's morning," I replied excitedly.

"Too early, Morrie," Idrial replied sleepily.

I laid down on my back and stared at the ceiling, trying to think of a way to get her up. Then, it hit me! I turned to my left, stared at my sister's braided dark red hair, and then whispered in her ear.

"Do you wanna play some chargeball?"

I skootched back to my side of the bed and waited for Idrial's response. I had already put my brown hair in two small pigtails below my ears, and I was dressed in blue jeans with a red shirt.

"Well, okay," Idrial replied back with a smirk, still trying to wake herself up. "But let me get dressed first."

At first, I waited on the bed. But, I got too impatient and got off the bed, and I threw some punches and kicks in the air. By the time I was done practicing my Muay Thai, Idrial had emerged in a red-and-gold dress with black leggings and a black long-sleeved shirt underneath.

"Look at you! Did you make that?"

"I did!" Idrial replied, twirling around. "Now all I gotta do is put on the brown boots I made."

"Did Tallulah have that talent – making boots?" I asked.

"No, I taught myself how to make boots."

"You should ask about Tallulah's store," I suggested. "Maybe Grandpa will let you have it."

"It's not that easy, Morrie," Idrial replied while putting on her boots. "Uncle Wesley now owns the shop. That would be up to him. And besides, Grandpa's training me to be a Jedi. That will be my primary job."

"Yes, but Grandpa actually works and makes money," I butted in. "You could be making a lot of money, too, with talent like that."

"Well, let's play some chargeball," Idrial said with determination written on her face.

We took the travel tube out of the train room where our room was located, and we went to Grandpa Wilbur's childhood room, where we found him and our grandma sleeping on the top floor.

"We have to keep quiet," Idrial whispered. "Leave this to me."

I watched my sister do some flips as quietly as a mouse, and she was able to grab the two chargeball gloves before flipping back to me.

"Let's go," Idrial whispered to me.

We took the travel tube from our grandpa's room and into the living room before walking outside.

"Are you ready, Rial?" I asked with an excited look on my face.

"Let's do this!" Idrial replied with determination.

I started firing chargeballs at my sister using the glove, and I watched her use the Force to block those chargeballs off. I smiled proudly at her as she continued to block them. We discovered she was Force-sensitive when she got in trouble at school one day, and Grandpa took her under his wing and trained her for over ten years. The kids at school claimed that she had telekinesis, which was a compliment Idrial gladly took with pride. But our classmates were not as terrified of my sister now as they were in the past; she was loved by all. Even though I was the sister who loved to fight and use my fists to solve a problem, I wished that I was more like Idrial, because I loved her.

We started playing in the front yard and we made our way onto the protectosphere course. We did destroy some of the tree art, but we had always promised each other that we would fix them when we were done playing, though Great-Grandma Franny, Grandpa Wilbur, Grandma Karena, Uncle Wesley and Aunt Maggie never knew of that. We never used the protectosphere itself, because the charges would kill us inside the ball. It was my way of having target practice and Idrial's way of practicing using the Force.

"Pool!" I shouted.

"Jump!" Idrial yelled back with a smile of confidence. "I got you!"

I made a leap of faith, and I felt myself floating to the top level where I went down a slide.

"I keep forgetting that it's wet down here," I told myself.

I got up and realized that I wasn't wet. I turned around and saw Idrial right behind me with a kind smile on her face.

"I told you I got you," she said.

"How did you do that?" I asked with astonishment.

"Grandpa says that the Force is in all living things," Idrial explains. "And that includes the water. Now, let's get back to it!"

"Rial, do you still believe in God?" I asked, knowing where my beliefs lie.

"Of course, I do! While the Force is in all living things, God is in everything. Besides, the Jedi have no God to praise. Therefore, while I'm training to be a Jedi, I will always call Jesus my savior."

We eventually got to Art's spaceship and we continued firing chargeballs at each other. Suddenly, I was smelling smoke.

"Rial, wait a minute!" I shouted. "Do you smell that?"

"Yes, I do," Idrial replied, but immediately got frightened. "It's coming from the spaceship!"

"Oh, no!"

"What do we do?" Idrial asked in panic.

"You're the Jedi!" I shot back, walking running towards her. "Can't you use the Force to tame the fire?"

"No, I can't, Morwen!" Idrial answered angrily. "I'm not Supergirl!"

"Idrial, the ship is burning!"

"Grab some of the tree art that we've destroyed!" Idrial told me. "I'll tame the fire using the water!"

"Got it!"

I ran back to the other side of the house and jumped over the bushes onto the protectosphere course. I grabbed everything that I could and put it in the wheelbarrow that was off to the side. After I was done, which took me ten minutes, I ran, pushing the wheelbarrow, back to the gardens where Idrial had already tamed the fire. The surrounding areas were soaked with water.

"Well, did the ship live?" I asked.

"I don't know," Idrial answered wearily. "I hope so. But we've gotta hide the damage so that no one finds out about this."

"It was an accident," I replied. "I'm sure they'll understand."

"Morrie, you don't get it. This was Uncle Art's. If Grandpa, or, even worse, Dad, finds out about this, we'll both be in a heap of trouble! Now help me hide this thing."

"Wait, why Dad?" I asked with confusion in my voice. "Shouldn't this be Mom's concern?"

"Because Dad is the one who disciplines us," Idrial explained. "Now come on!"

Idrial and I found out that we did destroy the ship, because barely anything survived. We even enlisted our brothers' help to hide the evidence that we accidentally set the ship on fire. Eaoden and Elegost each went to the storage room to grab some stuff that our family did not use, and they used it to hide our mess.

"Mom and Dad are going to find out about this," my black-haired brother Elegost told us.

"As fun as this was, I think you need to tell them the truth," Eaoden, my blonde brother, chimed in.

"Kids, you need to come inside for breakfast!" Grandma Karena yelled over the speakers.

"We gotta go," Eaoden said, and we followed him inside.

"The protectosphere course is an eyesore to see," Grandpa Wilbur said as we finished our breakfast.

"Oh no," Uncle Wesley replied with dread. "Did someone break into the house?"

"I don't think so," Grandma Karena replied. "I think someone had a little too much fun out there overnight."

"But it's an easy fix, right, Wes?" Diana, our mom, asked with concern in her voice.

"Yes, it is. Don't worry."

"And I'll help," Berethor, our dad, chimed in with a smile on his face.

"We all will," Mom replied, returning the smile. "Right, kids?"

"Yeah," Elegost answered shyly.

"Why wouldn't we?" Idrial answered with a slight smile.

"Mom, Dad, may we be excused?" I asked with a smile.

"We?" Dad asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, me, Idrial, Eaoden, and Elegost," I explained.

"You know the rules, Morwen," Dad replied sternly. "You are not to be excused until everyone is done eating."

"But it's an emergency—"

"Morwen Elizabeth Wheaton, listen to your father," Mom interrupted me, giving me a glare. "You haven't eaten a bite anyway! You can't go on about your day on an empty stomach."

"Wait a minute, what is this 'emergency'?" Grandpa asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Nothing!" the four of us answered at the same time.

"Morwen, what did you do?" Grandpa asked.

"Nothing!" I cried out.

"Morwen, did you destroy those trees outside?" Dad asked. "And I want the truth."

"I did," Idrial said out loud. "I'm the one who destroyed the trees. Morwen and I were having fun playing chargeball… a little too much fun."

"Come on, Rial!" I cried. "It was good target practice!"

"Chargeballs belong in the court and only on the court," Grandpa told us sternly. "They are not to be used outside the court. And girls, did you two ask for my permission before using the gloves?"

"No," Idrial and I answered at the same time, hanging our heads down.

"There's been a change in plans," Dad announced. "Morwen, Idrial, you two are going to clean up the mess you made outside. We're not going to do anything until that is done."

"Berethor, really, it's okay—"

"No, Wesley, my daughters need to learn what it means to be responsible." Dad paused and turned toward us. "Morwen, Idrial, finish your breakfast, and I want you to start cleaning up your mess right away."

"But you just said—"

"MORWEN."

All I could do is look at my dad's glare with panic in my head, afraid to make him angrier than he already was.

"Yes, sir," I said dejectedly, sinking in my chair.

Idrial and I had started cleaning the front yard when we saw Eaoden and Elegost run toward us.

"What do you need, guys?" Idrial asked.

"Don't you usually repair these with the branches you have by the ship?" Eaoden asked.

"Yes, I do. Why?"

"That would mean exposing the damaged ship to Mom and Dad," Eaoden explained.

"We could grab some pizza sauce and put it over the furniture!" Elegost suggested, and we all turned toward him with weird looks on our faces. "What?"

"Pizza sauce, really?" I asked with a flat expression. "No, we need a new plan."

"We could grab some more stuff from the storage room," Eaoden suggested.

"How about a blanket?" Elegost suggested. "A blanket big enough to cover the whole thing."

"That'll work," Idrial and I replied at the same time.

"I know where one is!" Elegost said as he happily ran back inside.

"I should follow him," Eaoden said.

"Idrial, the water!" I quietly shouted to her.

"IDRIAL!"

"Too late," Idrial replied, shaking her head and releasing a shaky sigh. "Grandpa already found it."

I followed Idrial around the yard to where the damaged ship was, and I found our grandpa and our parents looking at the ship.

"What is this?" Grandpa asked, and he sounded very angry. "Where is Uncle Art's ship?"

"That is an excellent question," I answered sheepishly.

"It was my fault," Idrial explained, breaking down and crying. "Morwen was practicing her aim with the chargeball while I practiced using the Force. I deflected one of the chargeballs to Uncle Art's ship on accident and it caught on fire."

"It caught on fire?!" Mom and Dad asked at the same time.

"How long ago was this?" Dad asked angrily.

"Before breakfast," Idrial answered. "I am so, so sorry!"

"I found the blanket!" we heard Elegost say happily as we approached the group.

"Uh-oh," Eaoden chimed in.

"Were you two in on this, too?" Mom asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, we found it destroyed," Eaoden explained. "Morwen and Idrial asked for our help, so we helped."

"Why didn't you tell us instead?" Dad asked, shaking his head.

"Because they're our sisters!" Elegost cried.

"Well, Idrial, Morwen, why didn't you tell us this right away?" Mom asked. "And how did you put the fire out?"

"I used the Force to drain the water from the pools and bring it over to the ship," Idrial explained. "We knew it was special to you guys, but we didn't want to admit that we destroyed the ship because we didn't want to see you angry."

"Girls, I wish you told me or Uncle Wesley instead of trying to hide it," Grandpa replied, shaking his head. "You could have told us the truth and we wouldn't be angry at you both."

"Really?" Idrial asked with worry in her voice.

"The truth is always the best way to go," Mom replied, softening her glare. "Sure, we may not be happy, but we would be more understanding about it."

"But, we didn't lie," I said.

"No, but you hid the truth from us," Dad replied. "And that is not okay. You need to tell us when something like this happens so that we can work together to figure out how to fix it."

"Which is something we need to talk about," Grandpa chimed in. "I'm going to get your uncle. We'll need his brain for this."

We watched as Grandpa Wilbur took the travel tube back into the house.

"Well, let me at least put all the water back," Idrial said with sadness in her voice.

I watched her out stretch her right hand, and the water came to life. We all watched as the water floated in the air and made its own path before it went back to its home in the pools next to the garden.

"And now the trees."

And the broken branches came to life, but Idrial used both hands this time. I watched her focus with her eyes closed as if she was communicating with the branches, and, after a minute, she opened her eyes again with a new hope in her eyes.

"The tree art is fixed."

"What about the furniture?" Elegost asked just as Idrial lifted all the furniture using the Force, but she simiply put it all aside to reveal the damaged ship.

"Oh my goodness," Mom gasped, looking all around the ship.

"Yep, it's definitely gone," Dad said, inspecting the ship.

"We didn't mean for the ship to catch on fire!" I cried. "Really!"

"Morwen, Idrial, do you two still have the chargeball gloves?" Dad asked.

"No, we put them back before breakfast," Idrial answered. "Look, Dad—"

"I don't think you two should use the chargeball gloves anymore," Mom interrupted. "Both of you were careless when you were playing with them."

"We're not careless!" I shot back angrily. "We always made sure to repair the tree art every time."

"Apparently not this time!" Dad angrily replied, pointing his finger toward the protectosphere course. "You left a big mess in the yard and in the garden, and you destroyed the ship. How is that not careless?"

"We are sorry, really!" Idrial cried. "We promise we won't do it again."

"Oh, you won't be doing it again," Dad replied with a glare. "That's a promise I'm going to see that you keep. Your mom is right. If you want to use the chargeball gloves, you're going to do it under adult supervision."

"Those gloves are not toys," Mom chimed in.

"Grandpa used them outside of the court when he was a kid!" I shot back.

"Morwen Elizabeth, drop that tone, right now!" Mom yelled, and then took some deep breaths. "Grandpa used them outside of the court because he knew how to responsibly use them. He may have been a rebel, but he was never careless."

"Your mom is right," Grandpa said, approaching us with Uncle Wesley behind him. "So, Wesley, what do you think we should do?"

"Well, the good news is, Uncle Art left behind the blueprints to make a new spaceship, should anything happen to it," Uncle Wesley explained.

Idrial and I both blew a sigh of relief.

"We'll help in any way we can," Idrial said. "That's a promise I know we'll keep."

"We're willing to do anything to make up for this," I chimed in, agreeing with my sister.

"What do you think, Berethor?" Mom asked, and Dad let out a sigh.

"I agree. I think that is punishment enough. After all, this is our vacation time."

"Girls, when I was your age, I spent my punishment cleaning the time lab because I had destroyed it," Grandpa explained. "Boy, did I learn a lesson that day. You girls should consider yourselves lucky."

"The ship should take no more than two days to rebuild," Uncle Wesley chimed in. "The good news is, the coordinates of all the places Uncle Art has been to has been intact and undamaged."

"How long did it take you to clean the whole lab, Grandpa?" Idrial asked.

"A few weeks," Grandpa answered. "Like I said, consider yourselves lucky."

"That was a longer day than I wanted that to be," I complained, dragging my feet into the bedroom and collapsing on the bed.

"We got caught and we're paying the price," Idrial replied. "I feel so stupid."

"You're not stupid at all, Rial," I said with some shock in my voice. "I did try to defend you."

"You didn't need to, Morrie. We deserved that punishment."

"To be fair, it was worth the practice."

"But not to where we destroyed something that was so important to a member of the family," Idrial replied dejectedly.

"Rial, you put out a fire. You've mastered the Force part already."

"Not really, Morrie. There's always something to learn."

"Look at you, all being humble. You can't win them all."

"I wish I was as fearless as you, Morrie."

"Well, I'm not fearless, per say," I replied, biting my lip.

"Oh come on! If you see any sort of injustice, you act bravely. You're not afraid to speak your mind, even though it can get you in trouble sometimes. You got that from Mom."

"And you get your compassion from Dad," I replied, this time with a smile.

"I'd hire you to be my lawyer any day," Idrial said, returning the smile.

"Your lawyer? What does that mean?"

"Morrie, you fight for the right thing, and you fight for the truth. And besides, we're sisters. We may fight sometimes, but we've always stood up for each other."

"Rial, you wanna know what my fear is?" I asked, still smiling.

"What, Morrie?"

"Losing you. You're more than my sister. You're my best friend. You've known me literally all of my life because we were born together. And while we're opposites, you complete me. I wish I had some of your qualities, like learning how to use words instead of my fists and staying calm in a stressful situation."

"Aww, Morrie."

We pulled in for a hug on the bed.

"I wish I had the courage you have to just jump in," Idrial replied. "I have to process everything before I do that. And… I could use some of that fire instead of using just water."

We both laughed at that.

"We'll have to find some other way for you to have your target practice," Idrial continued.

"I've got it!" I exclaimed happily. "Archery!"

"Wait, what?"

"You can create things using the Force, right?" I asked.

"Well, sure—"

"I'm sure there are still some branches on the ground. We could use those to make arrows, and then we could use another branch to make a bow. Then, we could use an old tabletop to make the targets!"

"You are aware that we need rocks to build the arrowheads, right?" Idrial asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Don't Jedi have lightsabers?"

"Actually… I don't have one yet."

"How?" I asked with shock in my voice.

"Grandpa never thought I was ready to have my own lightsaber," Idrial explained with sadness in her voice. "Ever since I started training, I've been wanting my own lightsaber. And now… I'll be fourteen in just a couple of days. We'll be fourteen. I've been training for ten years."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, and then I saw a smile appear on Idrial's face.

"I have something for you."

"You do?" I asked.

"Well, Christmas is in a few days. I want your first present to be from me."

I watched Idrial leave the room, and then she came back after a minute with my present in her hands.

"Go ahead and open it," she told me with a bigger smile.

I ripped the wrapping paper away from the small box, and then I opened the box to find clothes, and they were gorgeous! One piece of clothing was a short-sleeved cropped shirt that was gold and green. Then, I found a green skirt and black leggings underneath it. Finally, there was a pair of black boots to put over the leggings.

"Idrial, where did you get these?" I asked in awe.

"I made them myself," my sister answered with a smile. "You know that game that has the characters we were named after?"

I nodded my head.

"Well, I've made clothes for myself and you based off the clothes our characters wore. I'm wearing one of them right now. I also have a red dress, a silver one, and a blue-and-gold one."

"I've gotta see that last one," I replied with a smile.

"I can put it on right now, if you want."

"Pretty please?"

"I will… if you put that outfit on."

"Deal!"

I went in the bathroom in our room while Idrial went to the bathroom in the other room. It took me five minutes to take off my red shirt and blue jeans and to put on the green and gold outfit. I emerged just as Idrial walked in, wearing a high-low blue dress with a neckline made of gold fabric as well as a sash around her waist from that same fabric. She wore the same black leggings underneath the dress, but this time, she had gold boots on.

"I like that outfit way better than the one you were wearing," I told her with a bold smile.

"This is my favorite one out of all of them," Idrial replied, twirling around. "But I think I'll wear this dress for special occasions. It's too fancy to simply wear to school."

"I think it's ironic that you're the one with red hair while I have brown hair. It's the other way around with our characters."

"Have you thought about dying your hair red?"

"Nah. I'd love to have your red hair, don't get me wrong! But if I end up getting red hair, then people might start calling me Idrial. I don't think I want that."

We both laughed, remembering that we both had green eyes.

"Besides, with that outfit, your red hair is perfect," I continued. "Your hair is just perfect with any outfit."

"Thanks. You have a good point."

"Have you thought about making clothes for Eaoden and Elegost?" I asked.

"Morwen, you are aware that the males in Lord of the Rings wore faulds and skirts, right?" Idrial asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Dad was named after a character—"

"Who wore black pants underneath a fauld of some sort. As cool as Elegost's outfits were, I couldn't do that."

"And you're wrong about the males' pieces of clothing. The Hobbits wore pants."

We sat in silence again.

"That's a good point, but Eaoden and Elegost aren't Hobbits," Idrial replied.

"Not anymore."

"What does that mean?"

"They aren't as short," I explained. "They grew up."

"Maybe someday I'll do something. They're still too young to go to dances."

"Speaking of which…"

I took out my phone and turned on Mannheim Steamroller's version of Away in a Manger.

"Would you like to dance, Idrial?" I asked with a smile on my face.

"You know what? I'd love to."

As the song sweetly played, we danced in each other's arms around the bedroom.

"Thanks for being my sister, Rial."

"Thank you for being mine, Morrie," Idrial replied with a content smile on our faces.

We wrapped each other in a tight hug before we continued to dance, hopeful for the times ahead where we'll be together forever.