Cal: What the heck?! Why is my chapter incredibly short?! This is an outrage!! -goes to rage mode-

Shiela: Cal, calm down..

Cal: -calms down immediately and has a bows down to Shiela- Why, hello Shiela.

Shiela: -sighs- Crap Friday. The author decided to sneak into the computer and make another chapter.

Cal: See how much she love you guys?!

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Tales of Legendia - A New Generation

Chapter 7: The Rebirth of the Time Weaver

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As you all know, the kids should be around 10-12 years old. Which means the parents are now around 25-28 years old (excluding Will, who is now an old man. Around 32 I suppose.) This must mean, that the sheriff's daughter is now a young woman. Harriet Raynard, is now 18 years old. The once spoiled and unskilled cook is now a mature beginner chef. She was now able to cook a grilled cheese sandwich which everyone can enjoy. Although she was more gentle than before, she still has that strictness that makes every little boy obey her. For example..

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Two weeks ago..

One fine morning, Harriet was busy watering her flower garden. She still lived with her father, but she had plans on moving to a new house all for herself when she turns 20. "This is just so peaceful," she said to herself. "The flowers," she looked at the beautiful 'Harriets' and Roses in her garden. "The trees," she looked to the branches of the trees and found blue petite birds chirping gaily. "The birds," she added, smiling. Then she heard laughter of little boys. "And the joy of little chil--"

Crash, trample, snap...

Harriet gaped as she saw her bush of newly opened 'Harriets' get crushed to the ground. She looked up and saw Cal and his friends, who also froze in horror that they had to be the ones who would crush Harriet's flowers. Harriet, was also frozen, but not in fear. More like raging anger of doom.

A series of scolding and spanking on the hands can be heard from across the street. After that, Cal and his buddies made sure that they slowed down their pace when passing by the sheriff's house.

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Harriet chuckled at the memory and continued to cook the pancakes that she was making for lunch. (Yes, pancakes for lunch. She can't cook anything else, and no, she doesn't want to order take out. She likes home-made food) It was broad daylight, and still noon-time. The sunlight poured into the house through the windows of the living room, giving it a 'sunset' effect. Harriet just loved this kind of day. Then suddenly there was a knock on the door. Harriet wondered who it was then yelled back, "It's open, come on in!"

A girl with a red bandana came in and looked around. "Aunt Harriet?" she called out in a tiny voice. Harriet turned around to see who it was, then smiled.

"Oh, hello, Niki." she said warmly. "Good to see you. What brings you here today?" she asked as she stacked the pancakes on a plate.

Niki sniffed the air and immediately, her stomach growled. "Oh, um, I just have a message for ya," she replied, waving a small light green envelope.

As if psychic, Harriet had sensed Niki's hunger. She giggled and placed two pancakes on another plate. Two for Harriet and two for Niki. Harriet likes even numbers very much.

"Here, you can share my lunch with me." Harriet said, putting the two plates on top of the dining table along with cups of tea.

Niki brightened up a lot. It was a bit strange, because sometimes, Niki doesn't sense the bad stuff in Harriet's cooking. No matter how bad it is, she just gobbles it up as if it was a gourmet meal. Everybody complained to her about Harriet's cooking, and all that Niki says is, "You'll get used to it."

"Thank you, Aunt Harriet!" Niki chirped and sat on a chair. She let the envelope sit on the table and helped herself to some pancakes with maple syrup.

Harriet watched Niki with joy, happy to see at least someone who accepted her cooking. As she munched on her own pancakes, she read the letter.

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Dear Ms. Raynard,

I know this sounds inappropriate, but please hear me out.

I would like you to come to the town's plaza at 10:00 in the evening. Bring nothing with you, and you must come alone. Make sure that you are wearing your flower tag, the 'Harriet', so I can approve that it is you and no one else.

Be sure you arrive at the exact time. No later than 10:00, or I will think that you do not accept this invitation, which is very sad.

Thank you for your time. I hope I can see you tonight.

Yours sincerely,

The Time Weaver

P.S, Don't tell anyone about this.

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Harriet glanced up at Niki, who was eating up the second half of her pancake. Niki grinned that famous 'Moses Sandor smiley' and went back to scoffing down her food. Harriet giggled. It was like a female clone of that silly bandit. The problem was that she was worried about the person who wrote this letter. She looked down at the parchment and read it again. Time Weaver? 10:00 p.m? Town's plaza? What does it all mean?

"Welp?"

Harriet looked up again to see Niki sipping her tea. "What?" she asked.

Niki sighed after the big gulp of tea. "Welp? What does it say?" Niki asked again.

Harriet looked down at the letter then shook her head. "Nothing. More like a bill note." she lied.

Niki made a face. "People these days," she complained. "Why need bills anyway?" Then paused. Niki started to clutch her stomach.

"What's wrong?" asked Harriet, worried.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Harriet," Niki said in a weak voice. "But what kind of tea is that?"

Jasmine left the table and took out the instant tea box. "It's jasmine tea, Niki," Harriet answered.

Niki panicked. "But.. But.." A small burp escaped the young bandit's mouth. "But jasmine tea makes me go to toilet!" she whined.

Harriet stared at Niki, then laughed out loud. "You can use the toilet, you silly bandit!"

Niki tried to smile, but recoiled as her stomach started to feel painful again. "Thanks, Aunt Harriet," she whimpered and ran for the restroom.

Harriet just watched as Niki made it for the toilet. Then she turned around to the window to look outside. She had forgotten to ask who gave Niki the letter.

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That night..

Harriet looked at her watch. It read ' 9:59 pm ' . She sighed again and twirled her curls in her hair. Nervous she was to meet this person, and also curious about who wrote the letter. It looked like a woman's handwriting since it was so neat and tidy. Then again, it could be a poshy man who would like to court her. Time Weaver? She hadn't heard of that name ever since..

Dong! Dong! Dong!

Harriet looked up to the sky. That must be the town's clock, which just now striked 10 o' clock. Harriet waited for this 'person' to come. Behind her the bushes seem to come to life. Suddenly, little tiny bright green lights appeared in mid-air. Harriet backed away, sitting down at the edge of the fountain. "Wh-Who's there?" she commanded. "Show yourself!"

Someone giggled. It was feminine, so it was obvious that the person was a female.. But where is this strange girl? It sounded like an adult. A very childish adult. Harriet thought she heard that giggle from before, but where?

"I'm so happy to see you again, Harriet."

Harriet turned around to the fountain and before her very eyes, was the most beautiful woman she ever saw. Gingerly, she stood on the edge of the fountain, trying to reach this floating woman. Her hair was long, until her waist, and she wore green all over. Her dress was green, her hair was a pale green.. This was no other than..

"G.. Grune?" Harriet whispered.

The lady nodded. "Yes, it's me," Grune replied. "Or have you forgotten already?"

Harriet tried to hold back the tears. Then she choked and sobbed.

"Ah, don't cry, my child," Grune said softly, scooting over to the crying Harriet to comfort her. "I came here to give you a gift,"

Harriet looked up while trying to wipe away the flooding tears. She can't say anything because she wass so overwhelmed to meet an old friend from the past. It was just too good to be true.

"Harriet, this is important," Grune said with a smile. "I want you to give birth to my child, my son, and my reborn,"

Harriet nodded, confiming on what Grune told her.

"You must take care of him for me," continued the Time Weaver. "Will you help me Harriet?" she asked, wiping away the rest of the tears that stained Harriet's cheeks.

Harriet nodded again, "Yes," was all she can say.

Grune smiled warmly. "Thank you, my child," she purred. Then she gave a pat on Harriet's womb. "I've planted the little seedling now," the Time-Weaver explained. "Take good care of him," Grune gave Harriet a last hug and stood up. "I'll see you again, Harriet," she whispered, then she slowly she dissolved into the air. "... In another form," she added, then she had vanished.

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Few Months later...

"Hope you won't tell anyone, daddy." Harriet said, while carrying her crying newborn baby.

Will shook the milk bottle and checked the temperature of the milk. "I won't," he replied in his usual firm tone. Then he gave the bottle to Harriet while adding in an unusual playful voice, "They won't believe me anyway,"

Harriet smiled at her dad. "Thanks daddy dear," she giggled.

Will just nodded back, then thought of something.

If George is a reborn of Grune.. Will history repeat again? Grune was the Weaver of Time, and And if George is the Weaver of Time.. Who is the Cutter of time?

The end


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Cal: ... Wait, wait, wait just a bloodeh second?! That's IT?!

Niki: Nope! But! That's the end of our introduction. This, my little peepits, is just teh beginning!

George: .. Goo. I want milk.

Shirley: Awww! He's just so cute! Here, have some milk!

George: -coos joyfully and drinks milk-

Niki: Watch out for the 'Children of Legendia - Spring Songs!' and the other seasons!

Jay: This shall be the 'volumes'. Or should I say, 'skits'?

Sable: Kuya Cal, can you help me do sit ups?

Cal: Sure sis!

Everybody: See you next time:D