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Kim Possible: Quest

By LJ58

4

Queen Scarlet looked out at her city a full two months after her coronation and sighed.

"You are weary," the young elf asked as she entered the private room where the new monarch sat near a window, staring into the night.

"Yes," Kim admitted. "I'm not used to just….sitting, and talking. I'm usually doing something about the problems around me. Not delegating…."

"And yet even a queen cannot do everything herself. She needs the help of her people at times," Shalagon smiled as she approached her, carrying a small tray with a single cup of wine on it. "And sometimes it is best to let them help because it gives your people pride. In you and themselves," she instructed her.

Queen Scarlet sighed again and eyed the young elf.

"I understand that. I do," the redhead nodded. "But I'm still not used to this….life."

"Still, it is something you must do. The Elders had faith in you, Lady Scarlet," she pointed out, "Or they would not have given you the true crown."

She put a hand to her temple, lightly brushing her fingers over the jeweled tiara she now wore.

One that would not come off. Ever, if Shalagon was right about the conditions of its use. So, where did that leave her when it came time for her to leave, and return home? Because she still refused to consider that impossible. After all, anything was possible for….her.

She sighed and took the wine.

She wasn't much of a drinker, she knew, but this was more like a potent grape juice than the wine she knew back home. She sighed, sipped the beverage, and had to admit it was good, and even refreshed her a bit.

"Have any of our envoys returned as yet," Kim asked as she looked up at her young companion.

"None, my lady," the elf girl smiled. "Still, it is early. It has only been three weeks since you sent the last of your messengers. The first will likely only now be arriving at their destination since the kingdom of Barquez is our closest neighbor."

Kim sighed again.

"I suppose I'm still getting used to how slow travel is here," she admitted.

"You travel more swiftly in your world," Shalagon asked.

"Yes. We have…. Well, I suppose you would call them horseless carriages with powerful….engines. They carry us where we wish to go very fast."

"It sounds astonishing, this world of yours."

"No less astonishing than yours," Kim admitted. "In our world, magic is all but forgotten, and very few can use it. Very few."

"Truly? Perhaps the reason, my lady, is your world sounds as if it rejected magic for the wonders of your science. Perhaps one cannot exist in the shadow of the other?"
Kim mused thoughtfully on that as she took another sip of her wine, and pondered those words.

"Or perhaps we just forgot the secrets of magic, and no one considered it could still be useful in a world where science now overshadows all else," she suggested.

"Who can say, my lady? I only know what I know."

"True. And just now, all I can know is what is before me. I know you say the next challenge is coming, but…."

"Patience is also the hallmark of a great ruler, my queen," the elf smiled knowingly as she nodded to her, refilling her cup after Kim had set it aside. "Consider, do you go rushing off to seek what is approaching, you may miss it entirely."

The new queen found it astonishing that the young elf always seemed to know just what she wanted as she lifted that cup again, and eyed the silver-haired girl over the brim as she paused in her next sip.

"I confess, Shalagon, I have never been the most patient of people."

"And yet now you must be, just as you have been bold, strong, and courageous, now you learn patience," the young elf said daringly to her.

Probably, Kim knew, the only person around her that could have dared such bold words, and likely gotten away with them since everyone else around her all but tiptoed around her. Especially after the idiot with the axe had dared her rage, and ended up with a broken axe, and a broken back.

Kim had been very careful since learning that truth. The crown of Meadow-Song was far more than she had realized. She was going to have to get Shalagon to tell her more about it, and those totems of power she needed to get home.

KP

Shego walked into the young genius' house just after dark, and again she seemed to just appear despite all his security and efforts at upgrading his defenses.

Wade just glared as she stood there holding out a worn, leather-bound journal that had seen better days.

"Any changes," Wade asked her, knowing she'd know what he meant.

Or who.

"Still out cold."

"Is he going to be okay like that on his own?"

"Lars is watching him. Even I don't know why, but the big guy is devoted to Doc. Won't leave his side even if you give him a choice."

"Well, that is surprising. I did not think those Henches were such loyal types."

"Most aren't. Most run the first chance they get. Most are just in it for the cash, since where else would most of their type find jobs if not with someone like Jack? Only Lars, like I said, he's always been loyal to Doc. Even I don't know why, but they've been together from the start."

"I see," Wade murmured, and opened the journal.

"Did you read this," he asked as he began going through the very old journal.

So old, it seemed the beginning was in very old English, which he was fortunate to be able to decipher.

"Some of it. Like I said, Doc kept it to himself after he found it, and then just ran with whatever he did learn. All I got out of it was something about legendary power to one worthy. Doc, naturally, just read there was power, and that was enough for him."

"Not too surprising. He's made a career of self-destructive shortcuts," Wade sighed as he continued to read the words of someone who claimed to have known the last true champion to have called the Sword of Champions. It wasn't called Excalibur, or anything close. Just the Sword of Champions, and suggested it was the key to fantastic power. Power only one worthy could claim, and if unworthy, it could cost your very life.

"If I'm deciphering this properly, and I'm pretty sure I am," he finally looked up at the green-skinned woman, "The sword is the key to power. Just as Lipsky likely felt. Only the idea of being worthy does ring true through virtually every passage. And there are penalties for being unworthy. Only…."

"Only," Shego asked.

"The power isn't bound to this world. If I read this right, the power belongs to something called the Wyrrns. I couldn't find anything that described that one, but it is apparently….someplace else."

"So, Kimmie may have gotten shunted off to this worm place?"

"Wyrrns. Similar to old English terms used for….dragons," he told her.

"You're kidding," Shego asked dryly.

"I wish I were. I suspect the pair of them grabbing and inadvertently drawing the sword as they did somehow activated whatever was inherent in the ancient sword found in Wales at that archeological dig. Only no one had any clue it was this legendary weapon. How Lipsky even connected it with the journal's Sword of Champions….."

"Doc had a weird mind and a weirder way of thinking. I think we all know that one. Just tell me you found instructions or whatever to get our Kimmie back."

"I wish it was that simple," Wade said with a grimace. "The only thing the journal reveals is the nature of the sword and the fact it was enchanted by someone called the Wyrrns for….some grand cause. Said cause wrapped up like the sword which is more mystery than not."

"Maybe I can help," Ron Stoppable declared as he appeared just then, stepping into the room as silently as a cat without any warning.

"Ninja," Shego muttered. "You just had to be a ninja," she glared at him. "Could you make a little more noise next time? The way you used to do."

"Sorry," the sandy-haired young man in black smiled blandly at her. "Just got off a mission when I heard Wade's call. You say something happened to Kim," he asked, looking at his longtime friend. His tone suggesting 'again.'

"Something weird," Shego said dourly as she still glared at him. "Which is weird coming from us, but this one is seriously weird."

"Lipsky went after a magic sword. When they fought over it, Kim vanished, and Lipsky went catatonic," Wade told him. "The journal Shego showed me suggests it is something called Wyrrns' Sword of Champions. That is about all we know for certain. Other than the usual disclaimers about worthiness and such," Wade summarized for him.

Ron frowned.

"Wyrrn? The journal mentions Wyrrn?"

"Yeah. Take a look. Ah, if you can read Old English," Wade told him, tapping one page.

"Like that Chaucer stuff, right? Right. Right. Not good. Not good at all," he said.

"Show him the weird case."

"The case?"

"When she and Lipsky fought, she took the blade and vanished. Drakken held the scabbard and ended up comatose. Just a moment. I kept it locked up just in case. The weird thing, it seems to radiate some kind of gamma and tachyon particles that suggest…."

Ron only ignored him as Wade opened a small vault and reached down to lift the still wrapped sheath. He carefully unwrapped it, and Ron eyed it intently before he held up one hand that began to glow blue. Even as his mystical monkey power seemed to leap out from his hand and surround the ornate sheath and began to glow in earnest.

"Gamma is going up," Wade hissed, one of his gadgets starting to ping loudly even as the glow increased.

"I can absorb it," Shego told him when he sounded anxious and held up her own hands which began to glow as well.

"Wait," Ron shouted, but Shego's glow melded with the sheath's own, and in the same instant the comet-powered woman and the missing sword's sheath both vanished virtually instantly.

Wade blinked as Ron only frowned as his mystic glow faded now.

The young genius blinked again and looked around.

"What….happened?"

"I was going to ask you that," Wade said uneasily.

"I'm not sure. It's a genuine relic, though. Only Wyrrn, Wade? It's a very old term that refers to dragon spirits. Very powerful dragon spirits. Only anytime they're involved, it's always said to be…."

"Dangerous?"

"Trouble. As in the lethal kind. The world-ending kind."

"What did Drakken dig up now," Wade groaned.

"Something that was best left buried. I'll contact Sensei, and see if he has any advice. Only from what little I do know, if someone….unworthy got involved, I wouldn't put a lot of faith in their survival. At all," Ron said grimly.

"And Kim?"

Ron looked more than somber now.

"Even champions die," he said quietly. "Consider the things I've already faced. And how close it's been at times. If these Wyrrn somehow took Kim, she could be facing something…. bad," Ron said grimly.

"And now Shego?"

"Even I don't have a clue there. Hopefully, I'll learn more from Master Sensei. He often knows more than you realize at times. I'll take that journal with me, though, and see if he can, ah, figure out anything more than you have," he said and scooped up the old journal.

"And what about Drakken? Shego said he's still catatonic and hasn't moved since he touched that sword."

"Wade, he may be dying. If not worse."

"Worse? What's worse than dying," Wade frowned.

"With magic, it's best not to ask. You seldom like the answers. You might want to aim GJ at him if only to get him life support so he survives long enough for help to reach him," Ron admitted as he disappeared as silently as he had come.

"This doesn't make any sense," Wade groaned as he was left sitting alone again, and not one clue as to what was happening. Or even how or why.

KP

Shego felt a suddenly jerking tug that felt as if it were trying to pull her skeleton right out of her body. Then she felt as if she had slammed face-first into a brick wall, and yet she was somehow in one piece. She blinked, almost blinded by a glaring sun, and frowned as she realized only belatedly she was standing on something, and as her eyes focused on the world around her, she knew she was very far from home.

After all, the last time she looked, Middleton was not anywhere near a desert that seemed to stretch out all around her.

She spotted some kind of ruins nearby like someone had been smashing up simple cottages and houses made of mud and brick.

As to her position, she seemed to be standing on top of what looked like a long, ornate table of some kind under a shattered atrium or gazebo of some kind.

And that damn sheath was at her feet, but no longer glowing.

She frowned, and looked around, jumping down to look around as she realized the table was pretty thick stone, and had weird symbols and letters carved around it. Only she didn't have a clue or any idea how to decipher them.

She looked around and noted there were faint steps in the sand, and noted one set of those tracks were familiar boots last soon on Kim Possible's feet.

So, she came here?

Shego glanced back at the sheath and grimaced. Reaching out, she daringly tapped it, but this time there was no reaction. No glow. No nothing.

Reaching out, she now lifted it and frowned as it seemed just an ordinary sheath for an ordinary weapon. Only she knew it hadn't been, and whatever had happened, it had just dropped her into a very weird sitch.

With nothing else to do and no clues about how to manage, she turned with the sheath now tucked into her belt at her side, and followed the two sets of footprints. One is Kim's, and the other is a child considering the size.

"Where did you go, Princess," she frowned, and just kept going as she hoped the tracks didn't fade before she could find the redhead, and maybe a way home once they were back together.

KP

Scarlet signaled the end of the day's court, and let the guards clear the room before she rose from her throne, and walked over to look out over the city.

"Any news," she asked Shalagon.

The young elf, knowing what she asked, only smiled and shook her head.

The queen of Meadow-Song sighed, and couldn't help but grumble a bit.

"Still impatient, my queen," the elf asked with a knowing smile.

"I just…. I want to know something. To figure out how to move on from here. I need to….."

"To wait," Shalagon assured her. "Trust me. When the time comes, you will know. For I will know, and guide you, as is my role in your life, Majesty," she smiled.

Scarlet glowered at her.

"I think you're enjoying this far too much," she complained.

"As would you did you pause to consider how far you've already come, and in a remarkably short time. Consider all you have accomplished since appearing, my lady, and know you have already done more than most could have managed in your place. The very fact you were blessed by the spirits with the true crown is a miracle in itself."

"So I hear," she sighed.

"So rejoice, and accept this time of peace as a respite you're due. Trouble will come soon enough. It ever does," Shalagon told her somberly.

"Well," Scarlet sighed. "I cannot deny that bit of wisdom."

"Lady Scarlet," a guard burst into the throne room even as her new personal guard was about to close the doors after ushering out the last of the petitioners. "Trouble in the city!"

Scarlet leaped to her feet, and looked eager rather than not, asking, "What is it? An invader?"

"A….witch, my lady," the man said, looking horrified. "A true and powerful witch that speaks unknown tongues, and is wreaking havoc all around her," he said, looking genuinely fearful.

"Your next challenge, my queen," Shalagon nodded.

"Then let's not keep the witch waiting."

She all but raced from the throne room, down the hall, and didn't even argue when she found a white mare waiting on her when the guards opened the palace doors for her even as she approached. She just jumped astride, and galloped from the palace grounds, following the sounds of chaos and fighting as she heard shouts and cries, and the screams of frightened people.

Then she reined in her mare and froze as the tall, green woman in a very familiar uniform stood there with glowing hands, and a familiar scowl as she cursed all around her.

Then Scarlet burst into laughter.

The woman spun around, hands still glowing with comet power, and saw the unlikely redhead astride the mare in the altered finery for her preference and gaped. Especially since the redhead sat on that horse with a glowing sword in hand and a glowing tiara of sorts on her head.

"Princess," she blurted, still in English. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Calm down, Shego. It's a long story. Only how did you even get here, and why did you start a fight with everyone," as the guards around them now fell back at their queen's approach.

"Start…? I didn't start anything. I was hunting your tracks, and suddenly these loons all started babbling and trying to stick me with long knives. No way was I letting them get away with that," she huffed as her hands lowered, and the glow faded even as a silver-haired child walked up behind Kimberly.

"She has followed your path, Lady Scarlet, but was unprepared. With your permission, I will offer her the magic to hear and understand as I gifted you. If you will first assure her I am not harming her," the little girl with the pointy ears told Kim even if Shego didn't understand a word.

"Uh, Princess," she called her, frowning at the jabbering imp.

"On moment, Shego. Shalagon is my advisor and guide, and a very powerful elf mage. Let her give you some translation magic, and we can calm everyone down," Kim said as she jumped from her mare, and approached her now, her city watch and people all watching every move.

"Mage? She's a kid…"

"I am no child, Outworlder," the elf remarked dryly as Shego now began to glow again, but this time with a strange, golden aura as the mage gestured at her. "And you should now understand our common tongue, as our Queen Scarlet," Shalagon told her a bit smugly.

"Queen," Shego blurted, looking at Kim again, and eyeing her very odd appearance.

"It's a very long story," the queen smiled. "Want to hear it," she teased.

"I just want to hear the part where we can go home," Shego blurted after looking around again.

"That's part of the story," the apparent queen Kim Possible smiled and offered a hand. "Calm now," she asked and held out a hand as if offering her something.

"Okay. Okay. You're obviously in the know. Let's get out of here before these loons start trying to poke me again," she complained, and Scarlet glanced around, noting many of the men now held or were reclaiming melted or broken swords.

"My people," she spoke in a loud tone even as she did, and Shego nodded, and took her hand as Kim started to turn only to look back and speak. "The witch has been taken in hand. She will not harm you, and may soon be an ally. Return to your lives, and know I am ever here to defend you."

The people just broke into cheers and shouts of glee as Kim led Shego to her horse, mounted up, and said, "Follow me. We'll speak at my palace."

"Your…. Wait. You're really…."

"Queen Scarlet is lady and champion of Meadow-Song, Outworlder," the elf smiled as she stepped up beside her in a fearless manner, which reassured the people all the more. "She is greater than you know and greater than even she knows," Shalagon smiled.

Shego groaned.

"Something tells me you're still in trouble, aren't you? Which means so am I?"

"It's a long story," Kim smiled down at her. "Come, Shego. I'll explain everything over a nice meal."

"Sure, why not? I'm not doing anything else just now," Shego muttered.

Shalagon only giggled at her manner.

Which made Shego glower at her.

Kim only smiled on, sometimes waving at the people around them who now smiled and waved, and cheered on.

"Can this get any weirder," Shego complained as they walked through the streets directly toward that ornate palace she had been approaching, hoping it might offer her some answers when she first spotted the apparent city.

"Why me," she groaned as they approached the inner gates, and one of the guards said, "Is this the witch, my lady? Did you defeat her already?"

Kim only smiled and nodded.

To Be Continued…..