Chapter 34: Imagination Is Key
Here's part 2, where the situations get more intense! Hope you enjoy! (But I do have to say it gets kind of graphic and sad, so be prepared)
Quick Disclaimer: I do not own anything Disney, characters, attractions or otherwise. I only own my 10 OC's and the unfolding plot of this story, so no flames please!
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Third Person P.O.V.
From up in one of the towers, the characters that couldn't fight watched the battle anxiously. They included:
Princesses: Snow White, Cinderella, Aurora and Ariel
Heroines and Young Heroes: Jane Porter Maid Marion The 3 Good Fairies, Wendy, Michael, John, Jenny Foxworth
Toys: Hundred Acre Wood characters, Jessie, Woody, Buzz and Bull's-Eye
Animals: Lady, Ladies' Puppies, Bernard, Ms. Bianca, Duchess, Marie, Berlioz and Toulouse, Copper, Todd and 99 Dalmatian Puppies
The 4 princesses were closest to the windows, looking down in pure fear for their friends and loved ones. Alice, Penny, Wendy and Jenny were worried, but they spent their time by the fire, instructed by the older girls to stay away from the windows just in case. The animal characters just lay down on the floor, too worried to even look out the window.
"I hope Emily's Ok," said Pooh, sitting in one of the armchairs, his dark eyes alight with fear.
"I hope they all are Pooh boy," said Tigger, not even bouncing very much in his current state.
Maid Marion had been working on her stitching, when she suddenly started screaming.
"Oh my god! The tower's on fire!" yelled Ariel, flames creeping up the walls quickly. What ever shall we do!" cried Snow White, clutching Aurora in panic. Cinderella, however, while she was scared, kept her head.
"Ok we need to get out of here now!" she said, grabbing Alice and Wendy's hands.
"Oh no! It's Maleficent work!" cried Flora, the oldest of the three good fairy's.
"Everyone in the room raced to the window, all-watching in horror as Maleficent blew more fire at the tower in her dragon form. The wood began creaking deeply, and everyone tried his or her best to crawl towards the door. If they didn't get out of here soon, they'd either be burned to death, or the tower would burn enough to collapse and fall a couple stories to the ground to our certain deaths!
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Ivy's P.O.V.
I was trying hard to help Aladdin and Jasmine fight off Jafar, but the sorcerer was tricky, and didn't play far. I had part of my hair blow off.
"Duck! On your left, your other left!" yelled Iago, who had perched himself on my shoulder.
"Instead of yelling at me, help me out!" I cried, chucking a piece of demolished building wall back at Jafar, who easily deflected it.
"Then would it be a good idea to tell yah that the castle's on fire?" he said, and I gasped to see that it was true.
Flames engulfed one of the towers, where I heard screams. The characters!
"Genie, stay here and help Aladdin and Jasmine! Carpet, you have to get me up there!" I cried, jumping on the rug as it soared up beneath me!
"Tink! You come too!" I cried, the pixie nodding and flying up with us.
"What, why am I going?" cried Iago as he held on tightly to the carpet.
"You can help me, and I don't want you to get any idea's about joining the villains!" I said.
"Why don't you trust me?" he cried, flapping his wings in frustration.
"Was I the only one who saw the first movie?" I asked in frustration.
"Good point," he said, a bit deflated now. By now we had reached the tower, closer to the flames and the heat.
"We have to get in there and get them!" I yelled, using my sword to cut my way inside.
"Guys, if you can hear me, follow my voice and come to me!" I cried, and immediately, cartoons started following me and jumping on carpet. The first ride had Snow White, Aurora, Alice, Lady, her four puppies and Bernard and Bianca. As fast as he could, Carpet flew them down and came back, this time getting Maid Marion, Duchess and her three kittens, Jane, Piglet and Eeyore.
"Tink we're running out of time. Use some pixie dust to get the rest of them out of here!" I begged the fairy, and she agreed, shooting magic from here tiny hands. Ariel helped out by carrying Pooh and Tigger, with the toy story gang hanging on for dear life as they grabbed on too. Jenny and John grabbed Todd and Copper before flying out with Michael, with Eeyore hitching a ride inside John's umbrella. Everyone was accounted for, except for the puppies, who were in the kitchens, and Cinderella and Wendy!
"Iago, if I don't make it out, make sure the others are safe!" I cried, before thrusting my way into the burning building.
"Kid, you're crazy!" yelled the bird, and tried to stop me, but backed up before his feathers caught fire.
"That's for sure," I said, more to myself as I crawled under the smoke, trying my best to not choke on the black smoke.
"Cinderella! Wendy!" I yelled, coughing on the smoke.
"Ivy!" cried a voice, Wendy's, leading me over to the corner of the room.
"Wendy!" I cried, struggling to pull some of the rubble off the girl.
"Where's Cinderella!" I asked, following her finger and saw Cinderella, her blond hair filled with ashes, her body still. The floor then gave a loud creak, and began cracking.
"Wendy, fly away!" I cried, before the floor disintegrated, taking Cinderella and I with it.
"Carpet!" I yelled, the rug shooting out of nowhere and catching Cinderella. It looked like curtains for me, when a large gray object stopped my fall.
"Dumbo, have I said how much I love you recently?" I asked the grey elephant, my eyes tearing up as I thought of what might have happened.
"Our pleasure, Miss Ivy!" said a small voice, and the small form of Timothy Mouse.
"Oh, there you are. Thank you too," I said, and smiling at Tinker Belle, you had come to rest on my shoulder.
"Kid, you're still alive!" cried Iago, coming flying down to sit on my other shoulder.
"Ivy!" Wendy called, flying down next to us.
"Are you two all right?" she asked.
I coughed, that smoke had left me short of breath, but I wouldn't let that stop me.
"Fine, but let's get back down there! Things seem to be getting ugly," I said, not liking the way Cinderella was looking.
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Zoey's P.O.V.
Edmund and I fought hard, Lord Miraz fighting as hard as two men. "Ready to give up, you impudent brats?" he cried, managing to stab his sword into my arm.
"Zoey!" cried Edmund, helping me before I could fall, blood seeping out like a turned on faucet.
"And now, puny king of Narnia. You and your little girl friend will die!" he said, but paused when a loud voice cut him off!
"You little guys, get out of the way!" came a loud voice, and Edmund quickly picked me up, running me out of the way. Then, with a loud crash, came Captain Gantu, shoved over and crushing on not only Lord Miraz, but also a good portion of the Telmarine army.
"Hope that helped," came that friendly voice. We looked up, I mean really looked up, and saw a grinning Willie the Giant.
"Thanks Willie! I owe you one, now go do that to the white witches army!" I said, before gritting my teeth at the pain in my arm.
"OK!" he said happily before lumbering off.
"Isn't he supposed to be a villain?" asked Edmund, as he wrapped my shoulder.
"Let's just be glad that he's on our side!" I said, smiling a bit as many villains ran in fear from Willies giant feet.
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Emily's P.O.V.
I flew back into the pavement nearby the statue of Mickey, my head pounding as I tried to sit up. I was surrounded and scared. Coming at me from different angles, were Scar, Shere Khan, and Kaa the Snake. I was dead meat on a stick.
"Look, a scrumptious looking snack," said Kaa, his big eyes already sizing me up.
"Who shall have at her first?" asked Scar, his green eyes sizzling in anticipation. My sword was a couple feet out of reach, and with my pounding head, I could hardly move. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain, when a loud snarl forced open my eyes. In front of me, protecting me from the villains, were Simba, Nala, Timon, Pumba, Baloo and Bagheera, all of them ready to defend me.
"Little Britches, get the girl out of here!" ordered Baloo, already grabbing Kaa and tying the snake into a tight knot.
"Come on," cried Mowgli, grabbing my hand and yanking me out of there. We had only ran a few feet, when we had to duck to avoid getting hit by the Sheriff of Nottingham's club.
"You two ain't going nowhere!" he said, swinging the club again.
"Hey, watch where you swing that!" cried Mowgli, my attempts to block the blows becoming harder and harder. Suddenly, as he tried a deathblow, his sleeve was suddenly affixed to the building, held there by a sturdy arrow.
"Oh, Robin, great timing," I breathed a sigh of relief as Robin smiled down at me, as he rode past on Bambi, the two of them working together to catch unsuspecting villains.
"Come on Emily, let's get out of here!" cried Mowgli, trying to get me somewhere safe.
"Mowgli, we can't keep this up forever," I said, trying hard to catch my breath.
"It wouldn't be this hard if Mickey were here!" said Mowgli, the two of us taking a second to look upon the statue of Walt and the great mouse himself. I was suddenly hit by a wave of deep thought.
A quote from Albert Einstein came to mind: Imagination is more important then knowledge. I had always thought that magic was real, but know I knew that we really needed to believe that Mickey was here. I raced over to the statue, feeling around for a hidden latch, a button, anything. Finally I felt an indent, in the shape of the Disney D. I used my sword and pressed it against the symbol. With a bright glow, the statue slid back, and underneath it, sat two very dirty cartoon mice.
"Mickey! Minnie! You're here!" I cried out happily, Mowgli and I helping out the two iconic characters.
"My dear, I may not know who you are, but you are a hero," said Mickey, shaking my hand in his gloved one. I could only nod for I couldn't speak.
"Minnie, go find safety at the castle. My dear, will you join me in taking back the park?" he asked, a sword with the Disney symbol materializing in his hand.
I had to smile. "Definitely, but Mickey, call me Emily," I said raising my sword and running with the mouse back into the battlefield. I had done it, and now Mickey was here to help us take the park back. At least I hoped he could.
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Carmen's P.O.V.
The Battle had been long and time consuming, with heavy loss on both sides. Almost all of the girls had bad injuries, with Emily having part of her hair burned off in the fire that was currently destroying the castle, and Zoey was white, having lost a lot of blood due to a knife wound left by Miraz. I myself had been battling everyone, and now I was dead, in a sense. Our efforts had not been pointless though. We had killed many of the armies, an action that made me disgusted with myself. But we too had suffered.
Thank goodness no one was dead, but many were severely injured, and incapable of fighting now. The ten of us were sweaty, tried, and covered in blood, with only some being our own. The ten of us swayed on our feet. We were finally face to face with the 13 still surviving villains, some of the most iconic and terrifying villains. These Villains had scared me when I was young, but now terrified me. You couldn't have seen a scarier group.
Maleficent
Hades
Jafar
Ursula
Gaston
Cruella
Hook
Frollo
Scar
Davy Jones
Jadis The Ice queen
The Wicked Queen
Lady Tremaine
It was also in that case, that being toons, and villains at that, they could heal themselves. I was already working out strategy, but there seemed to be no way out! We could possibly take out Lady Tremaine, Cruella, Frollo, Hook and Gaston, because they were in a sense human, and maybe Scar if we were lucky, but Maleficent, Hades, the Wicked Queen, Ursula, Jafar, Davy Jones and the White Witch were powerful users of magic, and therefore nearly impossible to kill. It seemed like we had lost.
"It seems that our heroes have weakened. Are you ready to admit defeat?" drawled Jafar, his eyebrows arching in gloating.
"If you continue to fight all of you will die. If you surrender now, only most of you will die," said Lady Tremaine, her voice sounding calm, but her cold eyes betraying her true feelings.
"The rest of you will be used as slaves," cackled Ursula, waving her healed tentacles at Chloe tauntingly.
"Ok, that is so not fair! And not going to happen!" Chloe seethed, and I knew she would have charged at the sea witch had she the chance.
"That's not going to happen, not will I'm around!" came a new voice, and everyone turned around in shock. There stood Mickey Mouse, sword in hand and a determined expression on his face.
The crowd of hero's parted to let him through, and he walked through it, coming to stand next to me.
"This stops now Maleficent!" he announced, his sword pointed at the green fairy, who up until this point hadn't spoken. Now she did, her eyes filed with hatred.
"Ah, so the mouse had finally been set free," she said, her robes swishing as she came closer to us.
"How does it feel Mickey, to have all you worked for, all you've dreamed off, destroyed in a matter of minutes?" she taunted, and I saw Mickey's hands tighten.
"We can rebuild, but we can never fix the heartache caused today, of all the innocent people whose lives were put in danger. The lose of your armies, your loyal men dead, and you don't bat an eye," he said, and I heard the pain and sorrow in his voice as he spoke, and I felt it too.
"They were weak! They deserved to die!" she screeched, and I could feel the anger rising up from the crowd behind me.
"You deserve to die as well, you good for nothing mouse!" she cried, and flung a hidden dagger, aimed at Mickey's heart. Instinctively, not even thinking about the consequence, I jumped forward and pushed Mickey out of the line of fire, sacrificing myself for the toon that had started it all.
I felt the knife enter my stomach, and the blood immediately started flowing. Unlike my other injuries, I was sure that this one could not be healed with magic.
"Carmen!" screamed my friends, but it was Peter who's voice hurt me the most. The anguish and fear, all mixed into sadness made him sound like a dying animal, and he desperately tried to get to me. He was stopped however, by an invisible wall of some sort. I saw the Wicked Queen's hands raised, so I assumed it was her doing.
I was the only one on the outside, completely vulnerable to the villains.
"Look, the kid's trying to be heroic! Isn't that cute?" cooed Hades, laughing as he looked at me. I was crying, both from the pain and injustice of it all. But….something kept me going, something inside myself.
Maybe it was that inner power Walt had talked about. Even though I was most likely moments from death, I would not let this place fall into darkness! Thought it caused me great pain, I forced myself to my feet, and began walking towards them.
"This girl just won't give up!" said Cruella, goggling at me, as I took shaky, pained steps towards them.
"I'll fix that!" said Gaston, his hands already on his musket.
I braced myself, so when the first bullet entered my shoulder, I gave a small sob but nothing more.
"Hit her again!" said the White Witch, and another bullet found its way into my other shoulder. By now the pain had become so great that I was using my sword as a cane, leaning on it, my strength going as I continued to move.
"This is impossible!" cried Jafar, and I think that he was so in awe of what he was seeing me do that he forgot he could stop me. Finally I walked as far as I could, stopping ten feet in front of them.
I took a breath, and blood came out as I did, making what I said next a bit like a gurgle.
"You will not destroy this park. I won't let you!" I said, my last words to them powerful and sure. Maleficent looked at me, and I think I saw a bit of pity in her eyes.
"Child, it is over. You have lost," she said, but backed up when she saw my expression.
"No, I haven't," I whispered, and then with the last of my strength, I rammed my sword into the ground at my feet, and reached into my very soul, for the magic I had felt inside me ever since I had stepped foot in this magical place. I felt heat course throughout my body, my very soul a burning flame, and then I released it, the force like a bomb going off. A huge explosion of light and color surged from within me, and with it, I felt the last of my energy slip away. I was dead, but I knew the park was going to be ok now. I knew it in my heart, I thought, as my heart gave its final thump and everything fell into darkness.
"…Peter…"
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Ashley's P.O.V.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Carmen had jumped in front of Mickey, shielding him and getting impaled with Maleficent's knife. We had then been trapped behind a force field, with no way of getting to her. So we had all had to watched, like a nightmare come true, our friend and leader get to her feet and walk toward the villains, not even backing down when she had gotten shot by Gaston twice in a row. She then had to use her sword as a cane to move, for she had lost a lot of blood, leaving a red trail behind her as she kept moving.
Thought we couldn't hear what she had said, that same look of determination I had seen in her eyes the moment I met her was there, shinning like small stars. She had then plunged her sword into the ground, and the force that exploded from her equaled that of a bomb, and we had to cover our eyes from the blinding flash. When we could finally open our eyes, the villains had been trapped in golden balls of energy, getting sucked back into what looked like an inescapable dark dimension. In seconds they were gone. The force field died, so we could move around, and we felt the gentle rain that had finally occurred, quickly soaking everything in sight. And in the center of it all, lying in a pool of her own blood, lay Carmen, still as the pavement she had collapsed on.
The look on Peter's face terrified me; the pain seemed too intense to fit on such a young guys face. As soon as the force field was down, he was sprinting, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to get to her. I was right behind him, the rest of the girls fanning out behind me, followed by the rest of the crowd moments later. Peter had pulled her bloodied body across his lap, begging with her to wake up, and come back to him. I felt my legs give out, and that's when I started sobbing, for the death of one of my now fallen friends.
The rest of the girls seemed to be in shock and despair as well. Chloe and Kim clung to each other, tears running down their faces, unable to keep their eyes off of the Carmen's body. Carly, Ivy and April had collapsed on the ground, unable to move their shaking limbs. Ivy was surrounded by Susan and Lucy, both girls supporting her. Zoey was clinging to Edmund, her whole body shaking. Julia wasn't crying, but her expression was like someone who hadn't ever seen the sunlight. Dead inside.
Jack had his hand on her shoulder, but to him, it was like touching a block of ice, cold and silent. I really didn't know how we could get through this. Then, as the rain increased, a small portal of blue light appeared, and out of it, came someone who I had only seen in books and biographies. Walt Disney. He walked out, his hands deep in his pockets, sadness lining his face.
"This girl has all the qualities that make a person a hero. This is a great tragedy," he said, and everyone nodded, everyone crying now.
"Mr. Disney, you helped me find the strength to win against Doctor Facilier" I begged him, for I now knew that it was his voice I had heard.
"Please. I can't live without her!" begged Peter, holding Carmen in his arms.
He looked thoughtful. "Though this is drastic, I think there is way you can save her," he said, looking at all ten of us.
"Anything!" begged Chloe, she and Ivy nodding, the tear slowing in the small hope that they might be able to save her.
"It would mean giving up your powers for a long time, because it will use nearly all of it up to save her," he said. We all nodded, wondering why he even had to ask that.
"What do we need to do?" asked Julia, getting to her feet unsteadily, helped up by Jack.
"Well, you need to make a circle, around Carmen, but only around her," he said, saying this more to Peter then to us. He looked back at him and glared, refusing to let go.
"Peter, listen to him! We won't be able to help her if you don't help us!" I said, looking into his eyes pleadingly. He took a deep breath.
"Bring her back to me," he said hoarsely, and I nodded, helping him get to his siblings.
"Ok, tell us what to do, Walt," I said, looking back at him. He nodded, and told us how to do it.
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Chloe's P.O.V.
Walt had us surround Carmen's body, in as tight a circle as we could. He had us plunge our sword into the ground and hold out our hands, putting a hand on each sword.
"What now?" asked Ivy, her black hair hanging limply in her face as she spoke.
"While this seems extreme, I need Mickey to take Carmen's sword, and plunge it into her heart." Everyone looked at him like he was insane. I sure though that he was.
"Wait, what would that do! I don't want him to do that!" cried Ashley, about to take her hands off her and Ivy's swords.
"You must not break the circle or it won't work!" he said sharply, shocking her into doing just that. His face then became soft again. "The sword will heal her, but it needs to be touching her heart," he said, and we had to nod. Mickey then walked forward, the rain mixing with his tears. This must have been so hard for him, such a loving character having to stab somebody, even if it did save them.
"I'm so sorry, Carmen" he said, tears running down his face as he raised the sword. I shut my eyes, but when I heard it go in her heart, more tears squeezed out.
"Thank you Mickey, now enter the circle," said Disney, and the mouse complied, hugging Minnie tightly when he got to her, crying softly over what he had to do.
"Forgive me," said the mouse, before driving the sword into my friend's chest. I shut my eyes, not wanting to see what Mickey had to do. Tears leaked through my eyes anyway, when I heard the sword enter her body.
"Ok, Mickey, I need you to exit the circle now," said Walt, and the mouse nodded, sobbing quietly when he hugged Minnie tightly. "Now girls, I need you to search deep down inside yourself, into your very soul, and pull out every bit of magic you posses, and focus them on the swords," he said. The girls looked at each other and nodded. One by one, they closed their eyes and concentrated, their frantic and tired face's becoming masks of calm. Kim and Chloe were the first to release their power, their pink and mint green colors connecting the two of them together. Carly, Ivy and Emily then followed suit, the red, light blue and purple lights beginning to form a ring of colors. April and Zoey struggled a bit at first, but finally added their yellow and dark blue lights adding their brilliance to the spectrum.
Finally, the only two who hadn't released their power were Julia and Ashley.
"Come on girls. I know you can find it if you just believe. Carmen's counting on you!" said Mickey, pleading with the girls.
"Let's do it, Julia. I know we can!" said Ashley, and both girls nodded. They concentrated as hard as they could, and finally let go of their Green and Orange lights.
When all the lights had been released, they blended together, creating a circle of bright white light. Then, Carmen's sword began glowing faintly, it's golden light trying hard to stay alight. Then, the gold sword began to pull the white light toward, almost like it was absorbing it. Once all the light had been sucked through the sword and into Carmen's body, the glow then becoming so intense that that everyone had to cover their eyes, for fear of going blind. When the light cleared, Carmen's sword was out of her body, and all of her wounds had disappeared without leaving a trace.
Yet, she was quiet and still, almost as if she were sleeping. While the characters looked at Carmen's still form, the girl's rose shakily to their feet, the draining of their powers leaving them, well drained.
"I don't believe this! All that, and it didn't work?" cried Ashley, her frustration overpowering her disappointment.
"There has to be something more they can do!" cried Mickey, wringing his hands in anxiousness.
"Well, I didn't see how Mic. I don't have enough magic in me to light a match, let alone bring Carmen back from the dead," said Julia, her face pale as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Then, is Carmen really dead?" asked Ivy, her voice breaking on the last word, not meeting anyone's eyes. Nobody quite knew how to answer that question, and their faces betrayed their sadness. All except for Chloe, who had an expression of deep concentration on hers.
"Chloe, I may not have known you for more then a couple of days, but that look on your face tells me that you have an idea!" said Kim, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"Well, it's kinda cliché, but seeing that it's Disney, it just might work," she mused, her face thoughtful.
"WHAT!" the crowd nearly screamed at her.
"Well, what if Peter kissed her?" she said, the impact of her words silencing the crowd, the silence so deafening that you could hear a pin drop.
"Of course! If it works for the princesses, it could work for Carmen!" said, and all of us turned to look at Peter, who had his head in his hands in total despair. Ashley was the one who approached him, her hands on her hips.
"Ok, Mr. High King. We have figured out a way to save Carmen," she said, Peter looking up excitedly.
"But first, let me ask you this. You've only known each other a few days, but how much do you love this girl?" she asked, crossing her arms tightly across her chest.
"With all my heart ! Since the moment I looked into her eyes the very first time I saw her," he said, and Ashley knew he was telling the truth.
"Well, you have to truly that , or else this won't work," said Julia, grabbing Peter and taking him over to Carmen's body.
"Peter, just do what you can. Please," said Chloe, praying that her plan would work. He nodded, but his eyes never left Carmen.
Ok, end of the battle chapter! I'm sorry it was so graphic, but for a battle scene such as this, it's kind of hard not to let it be. Thank you for all your amazing comments! Don't worry, this story still has a ways to go, with things like if Carmen will survive of not!
Peter: She better, or will personally come after you with the whole Narnian army!
Ok, getting death threats from fictional characters. Not exactly new, but not reassuring. So to keep my body intact, I will post as soon as possible! Please review and tell me what you think!
Quick credit where credit is due: I used some quotes in this chapter that I don't own but they were perfect, so no flames!
Imagination is more important then knowledge (Albert Einstein)
You can fight and all of you will die. Or you can not fight, in which case only most of you will die. (slightly reworded) (Pirates of the Caribbean At Worlds End)