I'm sure everyone is happy that you guys now know what will be happening with each chapter what will happen. Before I continue, I have some new OCs to add to the cast list:
Felix will be voiced by Jamie Foxx (Nico from Rio)
Wiklor will be voiced by Eric Idle (Slyly the Fox from Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer (1998))
Roland aka the Oracle will be voiced by Zachary Levi (Flynn Rider (Eugene) from Tangled)
And that's just about it for right now. More might come in the future. Anyway! I have big news about this chapter. It's a good thing it's nice and long because this is the chapter you've all been waiting for! This is the chapter *looks around excitedly* where Crafty gets her memories back! Yay!
Zinka17- Don't worry. Ipati has some good reasons for acting like that which will be explained by himself soon enough. Just like the reason why the Rod of Reminiscence disappeared.
SmallSunshine- I personally have been waiting for a long time to put in a love fight scene between Crafty and Gutsy. Since Crafty's getting her memories back in this chapter, the Rod of Reminiscence will also be found in this chapter.
flowerpower71- That's probably the longest review I have ever seen you written for any story ever. Anyway, I want to point out to you and Zinka17 that Xavier was never actually killed. He just nearly died and Crafty's magic healed him. Watch out for information about the Life Givers and you'll understand better.
By the way, the double date is on! Send Gutsy and Fern over whenever they're ready. Oh and um...*rubs back of neck* if either Grouchy or Wittette ask, you guys are going to the fifth annual Hate Convention.
And I have no problem at all that you had an OC made for Gutsy. Just as long as you know that in these stories, Crafty is the dominant female OC and she takes no prisoners. And she doesn't share her Smurf.
Benny- Finally! Someone got what the title of the chapter meant! I am so proud of you! No, Bronzo isn't a rhinoceros, but he is a sort of large animal. Um, I kind of announced that Hummer and Aurora would be a couple in chapter 10 in case you didn't notice.
Believe me, there are certain reasons in which I don't mind you have your doubts about Favian. He's kind of like Benevolent, he really knows a lot more than he's really letting on. However, he is nothing but loyal to all of them. And yes, I said that it would be a Smurf that tries to break Crafty and Gutsy apart. Yeah, for some reason, old people just seem to get along much better with each other. Oh, and by the way, you forgot to call for Tracker to find the Rod of Reminiscence. I would love to do something like that for Noctuma in the story. *smiles* And I know just the scene to put it in! Anyway, look forward not to heartache, look out for heartbreak. That scene for Gutsy and Crafty is coming up faster than you guys think. Disclaimer time!
I own Crafty, Hummer, the Creatugos, the Smurfettes, Zorathix, Almia, and Benevolent. Nanu and Livy belong to flowerpower71, Jo belongs to CartoonCaster21, Misty belongs to Sapphire777, and Noctuma belongs to Benny. Have a Smurfy day!
"I-It's gone!" Crafty called out to the wizard in the other room.
"What? What do you mean it's gone?" Homnibus entered the room with Meena walking briskly behind him.
"It's gone as in it's not there!" Crafty threw an arm at the desk where the Rod of Reminiscence sat every time any of the Smurfs would pay the wizard and the phoenix a visit.
"Maybe it rolled off the desk or something," Hefty said, gripping the edge of the desk and lifting it up slightly off of the ground. "Do ya see anything?"
Crafty and Sweepy ducked their heads under the desk to have a look around for the scepter.
"Nope. Nothing," Sweepy sadly replied. The two pulled back and Hefty set the desk back down.
"Well it has to be here somewhere," Xavier said, lifting himself up so that his front paws were holding onto the lower ledge of a bookshelf. His smurfy blue eyes scanned over the shelf but found no artifact.
"Search everywhere!" Favian ordered, craning his head to look between the bookshelf and the wall. "We need that rod at any cost!"
The Smurflings piled on top of each other so that Snappy could crawl into a chest. Over the wooden walls of the chest, they heard him shout, "Not in here!"
"Maybe it rolled off the desk and fell out the window," Crafty muttered as she noticed the desk was right at the edge of the window.
She climbed up onto the top and looked over the edge of the window. She saw no Rod of Reminiscence, but she did see that just outside on the ground, the grass was flattened, indicating that something or someone was there recently.
Her eyes scanned over the pattern in which the grass was flattened. It almost went in a line, only something was off about it. It seemed to go in another pattern as well. Almost like a serpentine pattern, like something was slithering nearby.
"I've got a hunch of what happened to that scepter," Crafty muttered to herself, looking out into the forest with uncertainty. "I just hope I'm wrong."
With that, she jumped down into the grass and ran alongside the trail of the flattened vegetation into the forest.
"I hate that cloud. It looks like a banana," Wittette pointed to said cloud. She was with Grouchy, the two lying next to each other and watching the clouds.
Mama and Papa felt the two weren't getting along very well and urged them to spend some time together. Of course, the two resisted at first, insisting that they would rather do a number of other things than spend time together. In the end, they gave in, but also commented that they would spend time the way they wanted to.
"I hate bananas," Grouchy grumbled.
"So do I," Wittette commented. "What's so great about them, anyway? They're not round like fruit's supposed to be. They don't even have the smurfing seeds in them! What the smurf is up with that?!"
"You know what I hate most about bananas?" Grouchy questioned.
"Lay it on me."
"I hate how when you flip them, they either make a smile or a frown," Grouchy then flustered with his hands in frustration. "It's a smurfing piece of food! Just peel the banana and eat it!"
"I know!" Wittette nodded her head curtly in agreement. "You know what else I can't stand? I can't stand flamingos."
Grouchy sat up and looked at the red-headed Smurfette strangely, raising an eyebrow as he asked, "What the smurf is a flamingo?"
"It's this pink bird with a long skinny neck, long skinny legs, and long skinny wings," Wittette blankly explained, her blue eyes shifting to him as she explained, then went back to looking at the clouds.
"They sound long and skinny," Grouchy stated. He scowled deeply as he said, "I hate long and skinny."
"Tell me about!" Wittette exasperated, as if she were ecstatic that someone agreed with her. "Put some meat on your bones! And what's with the color pink? Couldn't they find a more interesting color to be? Like purple."
"I hate purple," Grouchy interrupted.
"Fine, how about orange?"
"Better."
"And they stare at you with those beady, yellow eyes!" Wittette shuddered in unpleasantness. "One of those birds gave me a dirty look one time and I just say, 'What'chu lookin' at? Go smurf south for the winter!'"
The two burst out into laughter at that, but soon silenced themselves as they once again stared up at the clouds.
"You know what?" Grouchy asked after moments of silence. "I hate you less than half the Smurfs in my village."
"That's sweet," Wittette let a tiny smile cross her lips. "I still hate you. You're too grumpy and you smell too much like pinecones. Other than that, I hate you a lot less than I hate a lot of other people. That's saying something."
Crafty lifted the brush that covered the trail and continued on into the forest. If she continued at this pace, she would be heading right for the wasteland before Balthazar's deserted castle.
Crafty's eyes roamed around, hoping to find the source of the flattening of the grass and the ruts in the dirt in the forest. It had to have been a good half hour since she left Homnibus' cottage to look for the source. Frankly, she was surprised that Hefty and Gutsy weren't tearing the forest apart by now looking for her.
She suddenly froze and pressed herself to the nearest object, which was a log, as she heard hissing and grumbling coming from the other side. Very, very slowly, Crafty edged herself to the end of the log where there was the most vegetation to hide herself and peeked around the side while at the same time keeping herself camouflaged.
Ipati glared at the Rod of Reminiscence in the glowing blue stones the scepter used as eyes as he gripped the body of the rod with his coiling tail.
"Corimon Initio Acrasha!" He hissed at the rod, like he was interrogating it. He narrowed his lavender eyes and growled out more ferociously as he shook it harshly, "Corimon Initio Acrasha!"
"Bah!" Ipati threw the Rod of Reminiscence over the log and it landed on the ground uncomfortably close to Crafty. "I'll deal with you later! Now, I go find Crafty. She'll be happy to know about this."
He shook his head, releasing the hood around his head and upper body, and slithered off in another direction. From the looks of it, he was off in the direction of the Smurf village.
Crafty held her breath for a good two minutes after he left, hoping that this would not be a trap. Once the moments were over, she let herself breathe again, letting her muscles relax after the cobra had left. She didn't care if Ipati turned out to be her brother, she wasn't taking any chances near him until she knew more about him.
She looked at the Rod of Reminiscence strangely, but she dared not to go anywhere near it after what happened the last time she did that.
"Corimon Initio Acrasha?" She muttered to herself in question. "What the smurf does that even mean?"
It was then the strangest thing that Crafty had ever seen in her entire life. It sounded like the Rod itself made something like a...click. Almost as if it were the sound of the code to a safe being broken and unlocked.
The eyes seemed to flash constantly until finally, all Crafty could see was a bright flash of white before everything went black.
"I'm telling you guys, I think someone stole it," Xavier said, crawling out from the crawlspace in Homnibus' cottage.
"I hate to admit it, but I think Xavier is right," Papa solemnly agreed. "I just cannot smurf of any other possibilities."
"But who would steal it? Who would seriously have any use for a scepter that looks like a snake?" Aurora pointed out.
They suddenly felt the ground under them shake a bit and even some of the objects in the rooms shook as well, nearly falling over because too.
"What in heaven's name is going on?" Homnibus exclaimed as he looked outside the window.
The entire forest seemed to be shaking a bit as all of them gathered at the window to look outside. Suddenly, very suddenly, a large flash of blue light exploded far from the cottage and seemed to send out a smurfy blue shock wave from wherever it came from, sending out a powerful gust of wind from the aftershock. Some of the Smurfs and Smurfettes yelped as they were forcibly pushed off of the windowsill by the force of the wind.
"What was that?" Meena whispered aloud, her amber eyes wide with shock.
"The Rod of Reminiscence!" Favian exclaimed, turning towards the front door. "It's been unlocked! We must hurry!"
Though it did look like Favian was straining himself to go fast, he was still pretty much going as slow as a tortoise like him should be going.
"Unlocked? What the smurf does that even mean?" Hefty asked, not understanding what was going on.
"It means that apparently, whoever stole away Crafty's memories has been kind enough to return them to her!"
"Glory Hallelujah! I'm gonna have my bestie back!" Aurora squealed excitedly. "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"
The penguin went onto her belly and slid outside, leaving behind her a trail of ice over Favian and out the door. The Smurfs and Smurfettes quickly followed with Hummer and Xavier rushing right out the door.
Homnibus and Meena watched almost uncomfortably as Favian still moved ever so slowly towards the door.
"Oh, forget this! My Smurfberry Blossom is waiting for me!" Favian finally concluded.
He pulled his limbs and head into his shell and laid there for a moment. Then suddenly, the shell rolled with an unimaginable speed through the door, barely leaving any hinges on the door at all.
"Okay, that really hurt," Crafty grunted as she lifted herself off of the ground. "Now I know how Noct felt when I accidentally ripped out his feathers."
She suddenly froze, then snapped in the direction of the Rod of Reminiscence. It now seemed eerily lifeless as the blue glow that was once its eyes had vanished completely. She grabbed her head, everything and she did mean everything from the day she was smurfed to the moment occurring right now flashed through her mind.
"I can't believe it. I remember. I remember everything!" Crafty grinned widely.
"How pleasant. That just made this much easier," a voice darkly chuckled from not to far from her spot.
I really hope that that isn't who I think it is, Crafty cringed inwardly as she started to turn to the source of the voice.
Two robed Drakonus, both with silky hoods covering their scaly and spined heads, slunk from the shadows of the trees and into he open. Both simultaneously removed their hoods and smirked down at her, revealing their familiar yellow slitted eyes and smirks.
I hate being right, Crafty thought before putting on a fake smile, "Bron! Hurin! Nice to see ya both! It's been what, seven, eight years?"
Hurin, the Drakonus with dark brown scales and dressed in dark red silk, blew smoke out of his nostrils as he replied, "Don't play games with us. You've given us plenty of trouble trying to find you all this time!"
"I always was the best when it came to hide and seek," Crafty smiled with fake sweetness at them.
Bron, also with dark brown scales but dressed with dark purple silk, spoke more silkily, "The prince has missed you and those games. He wishes for you to return. So come. Don't make this any harder than it needs to be."
"Um, no thanks. I'm fine," Crafty nervously laughed as she started to back away slowly. "But hey. You tell him I said hello."
Hurin chuckled, turning to his twin brother, "Isn't it adorable? She actually thinks she has a choice."
"Yup. And here's the choice I'm going with," Crafty made a break through the forest to the path she knew would lead back to the village.
Strangely enough though, Bron and Hurin didn't follow her. Instead, they turned to each other and grinned a sharp-jawed smile. Bron then spoke in what sounded like some sort of reptilian language, and it sounded suspiciously like some kind of incantation.
The atmosphere suddenly seemed to darken and turn cold as three wolf-like creatures stepped out from what looked like nowhere. The very size of them had to be nearly twice as big as an average wild wolf and more aggressive than one as well. Their black fur seemed like smoke and never stood still, as if it were made from shadows. Their glowing red eyes flashed constantly as did their snapping jaws with sharp teeth the color of bone.
"Fetch her," Bron ordered to the three Shadow Hounds. "Any other Smurf or Smurfette you see, you may have as a chew toy."
The Shadow Hounds snarled ferociously at the direction in which Crafty ran and pounced at the trail, their long legs being only a blur as they pursued their target.