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Topic: Brainy's Glasses: A Smurf Fanfic
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Rowena
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posted 01-12-2012 06:18 PM
Hi Everysmurf! ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
I'm afraid I'm a terribly slow updater when a work's in progress (especially when I'm working on about 10 things at once) but, fortunately, this story is complete! It just needs a bit of editing to clean up a few grammar/spacing things so, like I did with my previous stories, I'll be editing, then posting this story one chapter at a time.
Most of my other Smurfs stories were written as presents for my family or because they were requested by friends, but this story "Brainy's Glasses" is the only Smurfs story (so far) that I wrote entirely for me. So, naturally, it features my all-time favorite Smurf: Brainy! This story started out as a branch of an earlier story ("Hourglass") that I later revised as "A Joke Gone Wrong" but I liked it too much to delete it completely. Instead, I developed it into a story that could stand on its own. I just hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! ![[Cool]](cool.gif)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Smurfs. Please don't sue me or steal my story. Thanks!
Brainy's Glasses
By Rowena
Chapter One: Too Hot to Smurf
It was the hottest day of the year. Humidity hung over the land like a suffocating curtain. Even the clouds were wilting.
Everywhere, humans went about their jobs with an irritable sluggishness. The marketplace, usually a bustle of activity, now operated at more of a tired gasp.
In their own village, nestled deep in the forest, the miserable heat even affected the Smurfs, making them snappy and churlish and very short tempered. But, even arguments were difficult to keep up in such weather.
Papa Smurf peered out the window of his laboratory, mopping his blue brow with his red handkerchief.
"According to my calculations, this unsmurfy weather is going to continue for three more days," he said to himself. "There is no way I can expect my poor little Smurfs to perform their jobs well if I can't concentrate myself in all this heat. There's only one thing left for me to do.
"Harmony!" he called. "Harmony Smurf!"
A sagging Smurf holding a shiny trumpet left the feeble shade of his mushroom house and drooped sluggishly to Papa Smurf's window.
"Yes, Papa Smurf?" he asked tiredly.
"Harmony, I want you to call an emergency meeting in front of my house, right away."
"But, Papa Smurf! It's too hot, even to blow my horn!"
"You have to do it, Harmony. I have a very important announcement, and I want everysmurf to hear it."
Harmony wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
"Yes, Papa Smurf. But, I'll have to warn you. With all this heat and humidity, my playing won't be up to its usual standard."
"It doesn't have to be, Harmony," Papa Smurf said. "We probably won't even smurf the difference."
Harmony slunk sluggishly to the space before Papa Smurf's house, took a deep breath, and started blowing his trumpet with all his might.
Papa Smurf resisted the urge to cover his ears as the sounds of Harmony's awful playing filtered through the humidity and seeped into every corner of the village.
Smurfs slumped irately toward it, grumbling about having to move in such awful weather and shouting for Harmony to smurf-up.
When all the Smurfs in the village had gathered before Papa Smurf's doorstep-including the four Smurflings and Farmer Smurf, who had come all the way from the smurfberry fields, Papa Smurf stepped out into the sunlight to address them.
"My little Smurfs," he announced, raising his hands for quiet. "I'm afraid I have some bad news."
The gathered Smurfs were suddenly very concerned.
"What is it Papa Smurf?"
"Is something wrong?"
"Can I help, Papa Smurf?"
Papa Smurf raised his hands again.
"Wait until you've heard it," he said. "Unfortunately, this most unsmurfy weather is going to continue for three more days."
A collective groan went up from the gathered Smurfs.
"So," Papa Smurf said over the growing complaints, "I've decided to give you all those three days off from work."
Now, there was a collective cheer.
"I want to see every Smurf down by the River Smurf in ten minutes for a day of swimming, games, and fun!" Papa Smurf said.
"Hooray!" the Smurfs shouted.
Suddenly, every Smurf in the village had energy, and to spare.
Papa Smurf congratulated himself on a decision well made, then rushed to get into his own bathing suit.
To Be Continued...
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"It is easy to pretend we are strong. It is much harder to admit we are weak. A true friend, by loving every part of us, teaches us to love our weaknesses."
~Quotation from Brainy Smurf
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posted 01-12-2012 07:01 PM
Very Good Rowena, your so amazing at this stuff, good going! I hope to hear more soon!
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posted 01-13-2012 03:48 AM
Oh no! I hope the weather becomes alright! ![[Eek!]](eek.gif)
Another good fanfic, I'm looking forward to your next chapter! ![[Happy Smurf]](graemlins/Happy_Smurf.gif)
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posted 01-13-2012 07:15 AM
Me too. Very Smurfy Rowena. ![[Wink]](wink.gif)
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posted 01-13-2012 08:18 AM
Verry good, Rowena! You're one of my favorite Smurf writers. Looking forward to your next chapter!
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Rowena
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posted 01-13-2012 11:06 AM
Thanks guys! You're the smurfiest!
Chapter Two: Meet Molk
A slight, refreshing breeze blew by the river. It was a huge relief after the still, heavy heat of the village.
All along the sandy riverbank, Smurfs sprawled out under oversized umbrellas or splashed about in the cool, clear water of the River Smurf.
The four Smurflings busily buried a napping Papa Smurf in the sand while a giggling Baby Smurf looked on.
Farther up the bank, closer to the forest, Brainy, Hefty, Clumsy, Jokey, Handy, and Smurfette played volleysmurf, three Smurfs on each side of the net.
Smurfette spiked the volleysmurf ball over the net, straight at Clumsy.
Clumsy clasped his hands and stretched out his arms, the tip of his tongue stuck out in concentration. He stepped forward to meet the volleysmurf ball, but his foot slipped into a slight dip in the sand. He fell to the ground, the volleysmurf ball bouncing off his stomach and into the air.
"Oooff!" he exclaimed.
"I've got it!" Brainy shouted from behind him.
The spectacled Smurf raced under the rising ball, jogging backwards as it reached its apogee and started its descent.
Brainy was so intent on watching the ball's progress that he didn't notice he had left the boundary of the makeshift volleysmurf court.
The Smurfs on the other team were still concerned, though. If Brainy managed to smurf the ball before it landed out of bounds and Hefty or Clumsy managed to smurf it over the net, Brainy's team could still make the winning point.
Suddenly...
"Brainy, look out!" Smurfette exclaimed.
Brainy took his eyes from the ball and glanced behind him.
"What?" he started, just before he crashed into a hard something.
His thick, round, black-rimmed glasses flew from his face with the force of the impact.
The volleysmurf ball landed in the bracken a few steps away and bounced three times before coming to rest.
Smurfette, Hefty, Handy, Clumsy, and Jokey ran to the scene at once.
"Brainy, are you all right?" Smurfette asked.
She picked the black-rimmed glasses out of a nearby bush and handed them to him.
"Thank you," Brainy said, slipping the glasses over his nose.
He blinked. Then, he squinted.
"Something wrong?" Smurfette asked.
"No. Everything's still kind of blurry, but I'm fine. What happened?"
Jokey chuckled and pointed to a small bush.
"You ran backwards right into this funny looking little creature with big, shiny eyes. You knocked it into that bush."
"Who are you calling a creature, you little blue fiend?"
The Smurfs heard a rustle among the bush's branches and a tiny ball of silvery fur leaped out. It came almost up to the Smurfs' shoulders, and it seemed to have no facial features whatsoever.
"Little!" Jokey exclaimed. "That's a laugh, coming from you! But, wait a minute," he said. "What happened to your great big eyes?"
"No, first of all, who are you?" Hefty demanded. "And what are you doing here?"
The creature stood very still for a moment, then answered Hefty's question.
"My name is Molk," he said. His voice was shrill and grating, and tinted with a very strange accent. "I come from a very distant land. I'm here in search of a strange species of creature known as Smurfs."
"But, we're-" Clumsy started.
Hefty nudged him into silence, then said, "What do you want with Smurfs, Molk?"
"I've heard that the leader of the Smurfs is quite an accomplished wizard."
"He certainly is," Brainy said proudly, puffing out his chest. "He's the most powerful wizard in this whole land."
"Well," Molk continued, not sounding very impressed, "he'll have to be if he's going to be able to help me."
"Help you with what?" Handy inquired.
"Why, help me to get home, of course! It's these blasted glasses, you see."
Two dark, greenish hands appeared from somewhere under all that silver-white fur and reached up to what was probably the creature's head.
"Wait a moment!" Molk exclaimed. "Where have my glasses gone?"
"What do they look like?" asked Brainy. "Maybe they fell off like mine did when we collided. Sorry about that, by the way."
Molk harrumphed.
"They're black, with round lenses. Not unlike yours, actually," the furry creature snapped. "Hurry up and find them! I want to speak with the Smurf leader at once!"
"I don't think Molk is very nice," Smurfette commented as she searched through the underbrush for Molk's glasses.
Jokey chuckled.
"He sure is funny looking. I wonder where he's from."
"Are these your glasses, Molk?" Handy asked.
He plucked a pair of half-buried glasses from the sand and handed them to the furry creature.
Molk snatched them from Handy and gave them a thorough examination.
"You can see things without your glasses?" Brainy said, squinting over Molk's furry shoulder. "I can't see a thing without mine. Actually, I can't see all that much with mine at the moment."
He took his glasses off and felt the lenses.
"Funny, they don't seem damaged. Maybe something happened when I bumped into you."
"I don't use these glasses to see with, you idiotic blue cretin," Molk snarled. "These are magical glasses! I wouldn't expect foolish creatures like you blue things to understand."
Brainy straightened, infuriated by the insult.
Molk turned to the others, shouting, "Take me to the Smurf leader. At once! I'm wasting time talking to you, and time is the one thing I don't have!"
"Is that so?" said Brainy. "Well, if that's the way you feel, I don't think we will take you to Papa Smurf. You'll just have to smurf back home on your own."
The tiny silver fluff ball expanded to about twice its original width.
"How dare you! How dare you speak to me in this way!"
"Well, you should take the time to find out who you're talking to before you start insulting them," Brainy snapped back. "You say you want help from the Smurfs. Well, it just so happens that we are Smurfs! In fact, I am Papa Smurf's assistant! But, now that you've been so rude to us, I don't think we want to help you."
The little creature seemed stunned.
"You mean that you are Smurfs?"
Hefty crossed his arms.
"That's right," he said.
A change seemed to come over the furry little being. He shrank back to his original size and brought out four pairs of dark, greenish hands.
Clasping them together in what looked like remorse, he said, "Oh, then I am sorry! I really had no idea, and I've been under such a great deal of stress lately. I'm not usually so short tempered, you see. It's just with being lost, and this wretched heat and..."
He sighed.
"I apologize for my rudeness."
Brainy was still glowering at him, but Smurfette nodded.
"I understand, Molk," she said. "This unsmurfy weather has been making everysmurf bad tempered. Come with me. I'll take you straight to Papa Smurf."
"Thank you," Molk said humbly.
His hands vanished under his thick fur, along with his glasses.
Smurfette started to lead the way back to the river bank.
Hefty, Handy, and Jokey followed directly after them.
Clumsy was about to go, but then he noticed that Brainy was making no move to join them.
"Uh, aren't you coming, Brainy?" he asked.
Brainy sat on a tuft of grass and put his chin in his hand.
"No," he said.
"Gosh, Brainy. Why not? Molk apologized."
"It's not that," said Brainy. "I'm feeling a little dizzy. Everything's still really blurry too. I think I smurfed down harder than I thought."
Clumsy looked concerned.
"Gosh, that doesn't sound good. Do you want me to stay with you?"
"No, Clumsy. I want you to go over there and smurf what's going on. Then, come tell me. I just need to sit here for a few minutes."
"Well, all right, Brainy," said Clumsy. "If you say so."
"I do. Now go."
"Right. I'll be back soon, don't you worry!"
Clumsy raced awkwardly over the sand towards the crowd of curious Smurfs that had already gathered around Molk and Papa Smurf.
Hefty had just pulled Papa Smurf out of the sand, and the Smurflings were busy filling in the hole he'd left behind. It was one of Papa Smurf's firmest rules that any Smurf who dug a hole in the sand had to fill it in before dark. The Smurflings were taking advantage of that rule to listen in on Papa Smurf's conversation with Molk.
"I came here on vacation with my brother Nolk," Molk was saying in his strange accent as Clumsy arrived. "Nolk is a great practical joker."
Jokey laughed.
"Probably not as great as me!"
Everysmurf ignored him.
Molk went on.
"Nolk told me that the ultraviolet radiation from the sun here would burn out my eyes if I didn't wear these special glasses."
He held out the glasses to Papa Smurf with two hands.
"He was wearing a similar pair himself. However, he had enchanted mine to make the wearer go back in time! I left my brother in the Earth year 2354. The last I saw of him, he was rolling in the sand, laughing his fur off. The problem is, Papa Smurf, that I don't know how to get back! And, if I don't get back before the solar eclipse in two days-that is, two days from when I left-I'll have to wait four months before I can return to my home moon in Orion's Belt. So, you see why I need your help."
"How smurfy!" Dreamy Smurf exclaimed. "A real alien! From another planet!"
"Moon," Molk corrected. "It orbits around a gaseous planet not unlike your Jupiter."
"May I examine your glasses, Molk?" asked Papa Smurf.
"Certainly."
Molk held them out to him.
Papa Smurf held them up and looked through them. He squinted.
"Were these supposed to be corrective lenses, Molk?" he asked.
"No, just regular glass. Well, not quite regular. They were enchanted."
Papa Smurf drew his eyebrows together.
"Hmmm. This is very strange. These lenses show a strong magnification, almost like-"
He looked around at the gathered Smurfs and noticed a conspicuous absence.
"Where's Brainy?" he asked, suddenly concerned.
"Um, he's not feeling very well, Papa Smurf," said Clumsy. "I left him at the sand's edge. He said he felt kinda dizzy after colliding with Molk."
Molk hopped forward and put a blackish-green hand on Papa Smurf's shoulder.
"I felt dizzy when Nolk gave me the glasses. Your Brainy and I must have picked up the wrong glasses after we crashed into each other!"
"Then we must switch them back immediately!" exclaimed Papa Smurf, starting to run towards the sand's edge.
"Brainy!" he shouted. "Take off those glasses! They belong to Molk!"
Brainy signaled from his tuft of grass that he couldn't hear what Papa Smurf was saying. He started to stand up, then obviously felt dizzy and sat down again.
"Hefty," called Papa Smurf. "You're the fastest runner. Take these glasses and warn Brainy as quickly as you can."
"Yes, Papa Smurf," said Hefty, taking the glasses and putting on a great burst of speed.
"Brainy!" he called as he ran, "Brainy, take off your glasses!"
He skidded to a stop in a cloud of dry sand and thrust the glasses Papa Smurf had given him into Brainy's hands.
"What's smurfing on, Hefty? " asked Brainy, squinting up at him. "Aren't these Molk's glasses?"
"No, Brainy, they're yours," said Hefty. "You've got Molk's glasses on. Papa Smurf says you have to take them off at once, or else you'll end up back in time!"
"What?" Brainy asked, incredulous. "What are you smurfing about Hefty?"
"I'm not smurfing around, Brainy," said Hefty seriously. "Take off those glasses."
"All right, all right," said Brainy, slipping them off.
"Papa Smurf!" Smurfette called out as the rest of the group caught up with Hefty. "Brainy's turning transparent!"
"Oh no!" exclaimed Papa Smurf. "I fear we may already be too late!"
"What's smurfing on, Papa Smurf?" Brainy asked, his voice bright with panic.
He put on first one pair of glasses than the other.
"I can't tell which pair of glasses is mine! Everything's still blurry!"
As he spoke, his voice got fainter and fainter.
"He's fading away, Papa Smurf!" said Handy. "What should we do?"
Papa Smurf looked stricken.
"I don't know, Handy! I don't know! Perhaps if he-"
But, it was too late. Brainy, along with both pairs of glasses, was gone.
To Be Continued...
NOTE: Molk, his brother Nolk, and their home moon are entirely my own creations.
Until next time, thanks for reading!
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"It is easy to pretend we are strong. It is much harder to admit we are weak. A true friend, by loving every part of us, teaches us to love our weaknesses."
~Quotation from Brainy Smurf
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posted 01-13-2012 11:43 AM
smurftastic, Rowena! absosmurfly brilliant :-)
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posted 01-13-2012 12:46 PM
Very smurfy Rowena!
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posted 01-13-2012 02:39 PM
Oh, no! Poor Brainy...
Very cool and smurfy fanfic beginning, Rowena!!
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posted 01-13-2012 02:47 PM
Poor Brainy, he doesn't seem wanted anymore. ![[Frown]](frown.gif)
Very smurfy indeed, Rowena!
(P.S. Nice created characters!)
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posted 01-13-2012 03:44 PM
Very Smurfy, Rowena! I can hardly wait for part 3!!
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posted 01-14-2012 10:06 AM
You guys are awesome! Thanks!
I hope you'll like this next chapter:
Chapter Three: Smurf and Young Smurf
"Help! Somebody, please, help me!"
The shrill, plaintive cry carried across the flower-speckled meadow, its desperate tones reaching the ears of a little, blue Smurf with a short, golden beard. He twitched a little in his sleep and rolled over.
This Smurf had been napping in the grass for the past hour, enjoying the shade of a tall maple tree. He wore yellow pants and a floppy, yellow cap, both just a shade brighter than his beard. A rucksack stuffed with supplies and berries served as his pillow, and a sturdy hiking stick leaned against the tree by his hand.
"Help me!" the cry sounded again.
This time, the plea woke the napping Smurf. He sat up with a start, and jumped to his feet, racing in the direction of the desperate cries.
Leaping up onto a rock, the Smurf shielded his eyes with one blue hand and swiveled his head, searching for the source of the pleas.
What he saw astonished him.
A young Smurf dressed in baggy, brown overalls and a hat made of fine strands of woven grass was cornered against the trunk of a slender oak sapling. A large snake was coiled before him, its wide mouth open and its glistening fangs fully extended.
"Help!" the young Smurf shrieked, backing even harder against the sapling.
"Hang in there, youngin'!" the older Smurf cried. "I'll smurf you out of this pickle!"
The young Smurf looked up in surprise as the bearded Smurf leaped into the air, raising his hiking staff like a club. He landed on the snake's flat head, and brought his staff down as hard as he could.
The snake stopped its advance toward the trembling young Smurf, turning its attention instead to shaking the older Smurf off its head.
The older Smurf would not be thrown. He brought his staff down again and again and again until the snake stopped its struggle and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
The Smurf with the golden beard jumped off and strode over to the young Smurf in the grass hat, who was trembling harder than ever.
"W-who are you?" the young Smurf asked in wonder. "Where did you come from? I-I've never seen another being like myself before."
"You can call me Smurf, youngin'," the bearded Smurf said with a kind smile. "I was just hiking by this way and happened to hear all that clamor you were making. Thought I might try to be of some help, if I could."
The young Smurf's eyes widened.
"And so you were! You were amazing! I can't thank you enough."
He held out his hand.
"My name is Smurf," he said, then he chuckled. "Just like yours!"
The older Smurf took the proffered hand and shook it.
"Then I'll call you Young Smurf. That should keep things from getting confusing."
The younger Smurf smiled.
"All right."
The snake gave a small twitch.
Young Smurf jumped with a startled gasp.
"We'd better be smurfing tracks, youngin'," Smurf said. "I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want to still be smurfing around when your friend wakes up."
"Me neither," Young Smurf agreed. "I have a small house not far from here. Perhaps you'd like to join me for some lunch? I have some very smurfy seeds and roots."
"Don't see why not. I've got nothing much smurfing on today. In fact, before I heard your cries, I was dreaming about a spot of lunch myself."
Young Smurf grinned.
"Then come on! I'll lead the way."
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Young Smurf's house was located in the hollow of a tall tree by a wide, rushing river. The hollow's opening had been covered with a sturdy wooden door and a roof of thatch and there were several small windows cut through the bark which gave a lovely view of the water.
Inside, there was a cozy room complete with a stone fireplace, a carved wooden table, several nice chairs, and a comfortable looking bed.
A shelf in one corner held a small pile of hand-written books and a sparse collection of clay pots and dishes.
The sounds of rushing water and cheerful birdsong permeated the tranquil spot, creating a pleasant, calming atmosphere.
"This is my home, Smurf," said Young Smurf, holding the door open politely for his guest. He suddenly felt a bit self-conscious.
"I do hope you like it. I've never had a guest before."
The bearded Smurf entered and looked around, pleasantly impressed.
"Why, youngin', I don't believe I've ever set eyes on a smurfier looking home. If I wasn't so fixed on smurfing around the world, I believe I could settle down in a place like this."
Young Smurf beamed.
"Thank you, Smurf!"
He patted the smooth wall fondly.
"This old tree has been my home for the last seventy three years. I was just a little Smurfling when I found it."
Smurf gave Young Smurf a good looking over. He hadn't realized how very young he really was until just now.
Why, he reflected, he couldn't be much more than one hundred years old, barely an adult!
Smurf himself was nearly four hundred sixty years old. In another forty years, he'd be middle aged. His golden beard would gradually whiten and his perfect eyesight would start to diminish.
But, he didn't want to think about that yet. He still had plenty of years of youth and vitality left to him and he didn't plan to waste a single moment.
"Well, I must say I like it," said Smurf. "And it's in such a smurfy location."
Young Smurf nodded. He didn't think he'd ever felt so proud.
"So, erm, would you like some seeds?" he offered awkwardly, moving towards one of the clay jars on his shelf.
Smurf held up his hand.
"I've got somesmurf in my bag much smurfier than seeds," he said.
Young Smurf paused, his arm still stretched towards the jar.
"What is it?" he asked with interest.
Smurf reached into his rucksack and pulled out a handful of firm, red berries. He placed them in a bowl on the table.
"These," he said, "are a special kind of berry I found on an island not too distant from here. A nasty old sea witch lives there with flocks and flocks of sea gulls. I outwitted her and stuffed my bag with all the berries I could smurf my hands on.
"Here, youngin'" he held out the bowl, "smurf a few for yourself. I call them 'smurfberries'. It's the smurfiest name I could come up with for the smurfiest food I've ever tasted."
Young Smurf took a few of the red berries and popped them in his mouth. His eyes widened in surprised delight.
"Amazing!" he exclaimed.
Smurf ate a few himself.
"Smurfatootie!" he said. "No matter how many I eat, I never get enough. Here, youngin'."
He reached into his bag and pulled out about ten small, shiny seeds.
"These are smurfberry seeds. I'm giving them to you so as you can grow your own smurfberry bushes."
Young Smurf reached out his hand and Smurf dropped the seeds into it.
"I thank you, Smurf," said Young Smurf. "But, why are you giving them to me? Don't you want to plant them yourself?"
"I would, youngin', but I'm a traveler at heart," he said. "If I stay put in one place too long, I get itchy feet, if you know what I mean."
Young Smurf nodded, even though he didn't truly understand. He had always lived in one place, and he was very happy in his little home.
"In fact," Smurf continued, "it's about time I was smurfing off."
Young Smurf's head snapped up.
"What, so soon? You haven't even had any seeds, or-"
"Now, now, youngin', don't go getting all upset. It's my nature never to stay in one spot too long, and I can't deny it. Once I hear the great wide world calling to me, there's no way I can shut it out."
He stood up and headed for the door.
"I like you, youngin'," he said with his hand on the door frame. "If I ever head back this way, I hope you won't mind if I smurf you a call."
"Oh, not at all!" Young Smurf exclaimed. "I don't think I've ever smurfed a more pleasant afternoon. I've never smurfed another Smurf before, and it does sometimes get a bit lonely in the forest, with only the animals and insects and birds and fish to talk to. Please, tell me one thing before you go."
"What do you want to know?"
Young Smurf hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Are there-well, in all your travels, have you ever smurfed across others like us? Other Smurfs? Are there many?"
Smurf took in a breath through his nose.
"Well, youngin', I'd have to say I haven't smurfed across very many, and I've talked to even fewer than that. You see, we Smurfs are generally rather timid beings. It's our instinct to remain hidden when other creatures come too near. I don't know how many Smurfs there are in the world, but I do know this. When enough of us get together in one place, a very special kind of magic starts to happen.
"Down in that country the humans used to call Gaul, back when I was just a young whippersmurfer myself, I once saw fifty Smurfs get together to ward off the evil effects of a powerful sorcerer's spell on their forest. I don't quite know how they did it-neither did they, as a matter of fact-but I must say, it was quite a sight to see."
Young Smurf listened, fascinated.
"Did these fifty Smurfs live together, like in a human village?" he asked eagerly.
Smurf shook his head.
"No. Smurfs generally like their privacy. These fifty came from all parts of the forest. It's a wild place that stretches for many miles. They had never met before then, and they likely will never see each other again. They only came together that one time because their forest was in terrible danger."
Young Smurf nodded slowly.
"Well, thank you for your story, Smurf, and thank you for the smurfberry seeds and especially for saving my life. I can only hope we will have the good fortune to meet again soon."
"Thank you for your hospitality, and for showing an interest in my travels."
Smurf stepped outside and took a deep breath of the fresh, forest air.
"I must admit, I do like this location."
Young Smurf joined him at the door.
"Well, I would ask you to stay on a few days, but I know you want to be going."
"Quite right, youngin'."
Smurf slung his rucksack over his shoulder and took up his walking staff.
"Fare well, little Smurf. And, good-bye."
Young Smurf waved at the departing blue figure until he was nothing more than a tiny speck on the horizon. Then, he turned thoughtfully and went back inside.
The young Smurf had never known that other Smurfs existed in the world, or that they possessed any magical abilities. That Smurf with the golden beard had given him a great deal to think about.
That night, Young Smurf found it very difficult to go to sleep. His head was filled with strange new thoughts and imaginings. Somehow, he knew he could never again be content until he'd found out more about his kind. He had to learn everything there was to know about Smurfs, from their taste in hats to the strength and extent of their magical abilities.
Young Smurf felt his need for knowledge like a shove in the back, pushing him to move almost against his will. He got out of bed and slipped into his rough overalls and grass hat. He now had a mission and he would carry it out, even if it meant he had to leave his smurfy little home by the river in order to do it.
It seemed unreal, like a dream, but Young Smurf packed his few belongings and some food into his tablecloth and tied the bundle to a sturdy stick, which he slung over his shoulder.
Just before he closed his wooden door for the last time, Young Smurf planted his smurfberry seeds. If he ever came home, it was nice to think he would have such a pleasant treat to welcome him back.
To Be Continued...
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"It is easy to pretend we are strong. It is much harder to admit we are weak. A true friend, by loving every part of us, teaches us to love our weaknesses."
~Quotation from Brainy Smurf
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Chapter Four: Where's Brainy?
"Oh, Papa Smurf!" Smurfette said, nearly at the point of tears. "Brainy's gone! What are we going to do?"
Molk anxiously wrung eight of his greenish hands.
"And, he has my glasses too!" he moaned in his alien accent. "Who knows when he could be! How will we ever find him? How will I ever get home without those glasses?"
Papa Smurf found himself bombarded with distressed questions, comments, and suggestions from Molk and his little Smurfs. Trying very hard to suppress his own overwhelming worry, Papa Smurf raised his hands for silence.
Slowly, the anxious chatter died down.
"Please, please my little Smurfs! Please! This is an incredibly delicate situation. The dangers here are nearly unimaginable. Wherever there is time travel, there is always the very real possibility of drastic changes to the timeline. There is only one person we can go to for help."
"Who is that, Papa Smurf?" asked Molk.
Papa Smurf wore his most serious face.
"Father Time," he answered. "He's the only one who could possibly know what has become of poor Brainy-and your glasses. Also, he lives in a large cave, not far from Mother Nature's house. This cave is a special, magical space that is protected from all changes in the timeline. We should be safe there while we work to figure out how to solve this mess."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Hefty said. "Let's get going!"
The Smurfs cheered and gathered around him.
Papa Smurf raised his hands again.
"Not so fast, my little Smurfs!" he projected over the din. "Father Time would not take kindly to one hundred Smurfs suddenly appearing at his doorstep. The fewer of us that go, the easier it will be to get him to help us. Besides, it is not a good idea to leave the village vacant for too long. I will need only three volunteers, plus Molk, to come with me on this journey."
At least four dozen blue hands shot up.
Papa Smurf considered each carefully.
"No, I'm sorry Dreamy, but with Brainy gone I want you to keep an eye on the village. Tailor, Handy, Greedy, you're needed here as well. Clumsy, I'll need you to take care of Baby for me while I'm gone."
"Uh, but, Papa Smurf!" Clumsy exclaimed. "Brainy's my best friend! You've gotta let me come along!"
Papa Smurf looked into Clumsy's guileless face and sighed.
"Very well, Clumsy, you can come. Poet, it'll be your responsibility to watch over Baby."
"You can count on me, Papa Smurf," said Poet with flourish.
Papa Smurf smiled.
"I know I can, Poet. Hefty, Smurfette, you will form the remainder of our party."
"Yes, Papa Smurf," the two Smurfs chorused solemnly.
Papa Smurf turned to the rest of the disappointed crowd.
"We will try to smurf back as soon as we can," he assured them. "Make sure to mind Dreamy as you would me while I'm away. Good-bye, my little Smurfs."
"Good-bye, Papa Smurf!" the remaining Smurfs chorused. "Good luck!"
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Brainy stood on his tuft of grass and shoved the heavier of the two pairs of glasses over his nose.
To his vast relief, the world finally came into focus. When he looked around, though, that relief turned into anxiety.
"Where has everysmurf gone?" he said, peering around the deserted river bank.
"I still seem to be in the same spot. Nothing seems changed. Except for-wait a minute! What are these doing here?"
Shoving the enchanted glasses into a pocket of his white pants, Brainy rushed over to a group of several small bushes covered all over with red berries. They stood next to a tall tree with a thick trunk. At the base of the trunk, Brainy saw a strange pattern of thick, knitted bark, as if the tree had sustained an injury long ago and had since healed itself.
"Ha--I knew it. These are Smurfberry bushes!" Brainy exclaimed, picking a few berries and popping them in his mouth. "But, I don't remember there ever being smurfberry bushes this far from Farmer's fields."
He spun around and examined the river bank again.
"This is where we were smurfing volleysmurf a few minutes ago. Everything looks pretty much the same...except for these bushes."
His legs suddenly felt weak under him, and he sat down hard on the flat, grassy ground.
"Could Hefty be right?" he said softly. "Could I really be stuck somewhere in the past? All alone?"
He looked down and noticed his hands were shaking. He forced them still.
"Well, even if I am stuck in the past," he said firmly, "I can't be totally alone. There has to be somesmurf somewhere who can help me get back home."
He stood up, his mood beginning to brighten.
"Perhaps I haven't smurfed back all that far! Perhaps, I've only smurfed back a few years! Maybe, if I head for the village, Papa Smurf will be there and he can help me get back!"
Feeling much better, Brainy ate a few more smurfberries, then started walking in the direction of Smurf Village.
After a few paces, he heard a familiar Smurf tune being whistled somewhere nearby.
He stopped and listened.
The sound of whistling was coming closer.
Brainy ran toward it.
"Hello?" he called. "Hello? Is anysmurf out there?"
The whistling stopped abruptly.
"Who's there?" came a voice. "Who is that?"
"Are you from the village?" Brainy asked. "Can you tell me what year this is?"
A Smurf in a grass hat and baggy overalls stepped out from behind a rambling cluster of briar bushes.
Brainy stopped short.
"Who are you?" he asked, suddenly frightened again.
Brainy had never seen this Smurf before. The stranger carried a heavy-looking sack on his back, several roughly made books under his arm, and he looked tired, as if he had been walking for a long, long time. Brainy also noticed that the Smurf's face was unshaven. Reddish-brown bristles glinted in the sunlight that filtered through the thick canopy of leaves above. That had to make him at least four hundred years old.
The strange Smurf stared at Brainy with as much surprise and apprehension as Brainy stared at him.
"I believe I asked you that question first, my young Smurf," the stranger replied.
His voice sounded kind and oddly familiar. After a moment's hesitation, Brainy decided to tell him the truth.
"My name's Brainy," he said. "Brainy Smurf. I'm looking for Smurf Village."
"Wait...are you saying there's a village of Smurfs near here?"
The older Smurf looked confused, and even a little excited. He looked away, speaking more to himself than to Brainy.
"It must have formed while I was away. How amazing! Perhaps my idea has smurfed into a reality without my even having to smurf anything about it!"
Brainy's eyes widened in alarm.
"Hold on--what do you mean by that smurf? Do you mean to smurf you have never smurfed of Smurf Village???"
The strange Smurf looked back at him, his eyes still shining.
"No. I've never encountered a village of Smurfs in all of my travels. They seem to prefer living alone, smurfing over their own sections of forests or meadows or beach or jungle. It's a real shame too, because I have the idea-and my studies suggest that I am correct-that if we all gathered together we would be much stronger."
"So, there is no Smurf Village here?"
"Well, there wasn't one when I left. You can call me Smurf, by the way," the older Smurf said, noticing with some concern how his words seemed to have depressed the young Smurf.
"I live here, or at least I did before I smurfed off on my travels. That was over three hundred years ago now."
He smiled.
"It seems longer. I'm not really the traveling type, and I must admit I've been a bit homesick. What did you say you were called?"
Brainy shot the older Smurf a rather haughty look, upset that he had forgotten his name so quickly.
"I am Brainy Smurf," he said.
"Brainy Smurf," the Smurf repeated. "Curious. You know, during my travels I smurfed across many Smurfs from many different countries. But, you are the first to call yourself anything besides 'Smurf'. Why is this?"
Brainy stared at him. Had he gone back to a time so distant Smurfs didn't even have names to distinguish one from the other?
Brainy swallowed his rising panic and answered as best he could.
"Well, it's so that I can be smurfed apart from all the other Smurfs. I mean, if you just smurfed out 'Smurf', who knows how many Smurfs would come running. But if you smurfed for 'Brainy Smurf', only I would come."
The Smurf nodded, fascinated.
"And, what is that device you are wearing over your eyes? I've never smurfed anything like it."
"Device...? Oh, do you mean my glasses? Well, they're so I can see."
"See what?" asked the Smurf.
"Well, anything. Everything. I'm all but blind without them," Brainy admitted, unsure whether he should be telling all this to a stranger.
The older Smurf came closer.
Brainy stepped back.
"May I see your glasses, Brainy?" the Smurf asked eagerly. "I promise I won't damage them."
Brainy put a hand to them protectively.
"Well, I'm not sure that would be a good idea."
"Please?" begged the Smurf. "I'll be very careful!"
Brainy pulled his glasses off and squinted at the blurry, bluish blob in front of him. Hesitantly, he held the glasses out toward the stranger.
"Well, all right."
The stranger took them gently from Brainy's hand and turned them over and over, examining them. Then, he slipped them over his own eyes.
"Ough!" he exclaimed in surprise and discomfort. "I can't see a thing through these glasses!"
"That's because they were made for my eyes. Their job is to correct my unsmurfy vision. Give them back now!"
The strange Smurf placed them gingerly in Brainy's hand.
Before Brainy could slip them on again, he said, "Wait, don't smurf them on yet."
"Why not?" asked Brainy.
"I want to try something first."
The Smurf held up a hand with three fingers extended.
"How many fingers do you see?"
Brainy squinted at the blue smudge before him. Try as he might, he couldn't get his eyes to focus on the Smurf's hand. As he watched, it melted and merged with the brown and green smudges that made up the forest.
"Let me smurf on my glasses and I'll tell you."
"You mean, you can't see my fingers?"
"Yes," said Brainy, starting to get annoyed. "That's exactly what I mean."
The blue blur stepped closer.
"How about now?"
"No."
The stranger stepped forward until his fingers were barely two inches from Brainy's nose.
"Now?"
Brainy sighed, exasperated, then concentrated very hard on trying to see the Smurf's fingers.
"Erm, two?" he asked hesitantly.
The Smurf kept his fingers in place.
"Put on your glasses," he said.
Brainy did, feeling the relief he always felt as the world came back into focus around him.
"Oh," he said, looking again at the fingers. "Three."
The Smurf dropped his hand and stepped back to look him over.
"Amazing," he commented.
Brainy felt very uncomfortable. This strange Smurf was examining him as if he were some kind of curiosity.
"I did tell you I couldn't see without my glasses," he snapped. "There's no need to go on staring at me like that."
The Smurf gave a start.
"Oh, I am sorry if I've been rude," he said, and he really sounded apologetic. "I was just thinking. A Smurf with your, eh, handicap, if I may, would naturally find it very difficult to survive on his own in the wild. If I may ask, where did you get those glasses?"
As often happened when some Smurf showed interest in him, Brainy spoke before he thought.
"Well, Papa Smurf made them for me when I was just a little Smurfling."
At the Smurf's astonished expression, Brainy suddenly remembered when he was. He hoped he hadn't just changed anything in the timeline by mentioning Papa Smurf.
"Erm, maybe I shouldn't have said that."
But it was too late.
"Brainy," said the Smurf, barely able to contain his excitement, "I have never met anysmurf like you before! There are so many questions I have to ask you! Would you please come with me to my home? We could share a meal and in return for answering my questions, I could smurf you some of the adventures I've had during the last three hundred years."
Brainy wasn't sure what to do. He had never in his life felt so alone. Papa Smurf had always been there to help him make decisions like this before, or at least to help rescue him from the consequences of decisions badly made. Now, however, Papa Smurf was untold centuries away. Brainy had no one he could turn to for advice or guidance.
He had to depend on himself.
Masking his uncertainty with a straight, self-confident posture, Brainy nodded to the Smurf.
"Very well," he said. "But I might not be able to answer all your questions, particularly if you're going to ask about Papa Smurf."
The stranger nodded.
"Oh, I understand, Brainy. Come along, it's this way."
To Be Continued...
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"It is easy to pretend we are strong. It is much harder to admit we are weak. A true friend, by loving every part of us, teaches us to love our weaknesses."
~Quotation from Brainy Smurf
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Very well done, Rowena. You have me sitting on the edge of my seat wanting more! I'm eagerly awaiting your next installment.
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posted 01-16-2012 03:35 PM
Awesome! Thanks!
This next chapter is mostly backstory, but it introduces Lyssandra, an original character who turns up in my story "Lessons Never Smurfed," and it also introduces a terrible threat that'll be showing up in later chapters...
Hope you enjoy it!
Chapter Five: Smurf's Story
The older Smurf led Brainy back to the tree with the smurfberry bushes beside it. When he saw the zipper-like scar of bark that had closed the entrance to his old home, the Smurf stopped short.
"Great Smurfs!" he exclaimed. "I guess we'll have to picnic in the open. My house seems to have been swallowed up by its own tree!"
He walked over to the smurfberry bushes and smiled.
"Well, at least Smurf's seeds grew. We can have some of these smurfy berries to go with our meal. Have you ever tried these before, Brainy?" he asked his guest.
Brainy stared at him incredulously.
"Of course I have. These are smurfberries! Everysmurf eats smurfberries! They are our most important food, one might say the staple of our diet."
Noticing he had the Smurf's full attention, Brainy puffed out into lecture mode.
"There are over four hundred different recipes that have smurfberries as their main ingredient. In fact, I wrote them all out in a book once: Four Hundred and One Smurfy Recipes by Brainy Smurf. Unfortunately, no smurf was very interested."
He looked thoughtful.
"I still can't understand it. I suppose some Smurfs are just too set in their ways to try something new, even if the new way is better."
"You mean your way," Smurf said with a twinkle in his eye.
"So, what's wrong with that?" Brainy said. "If my way's better, shouldn't they go with that?"
Smurf hid a smile. He felt he liked this young Smurf. He was a bit arrogant, but he had an innocent kind of openness about him, something Smurf had never encountered among the other Smurfs he had met on his travels. Even the nicest of them had seemed a little brusque and impatient with his company. This young Smurf seemed grateful for it.
"That's very interesting, Brainy," he said. "But, I'm afraid my resources are limited at the moment so we can't try out any of your recipes. Let's just pick some of these berries. They're very good by themselves. I'm hungry, aren't you?"
"Well, come to think of it," said Brainy, "I could do with some refreshment. I've had a most unsmurfy afternoon. A handful or two of fresh smurfberries could be just what I need to smurf me back up."
The two Smurfs sat on the grass by the riverbank and started munching companionably on the fat, red berries.
After a time, the older Smurf reached into the bag he had been carrying on his back and pulled out a small bundle of seeds.
"These are the last of my supplies," he said, taking a few and holding the bundle out to Brainy. "I knew I'd get back home today."
Brainy took some and nodded his thanks.
"But, if your house is gone now, what are you going to do?"
Smurf sat back and looked happily at the rushing water, glittering in the late afternoon sunlight.
"I guess I'll just have to smurf myself a new one!"
He turned to Brainy.
"If you're going to be around for a few days, I could really smurf your help."
Brainy felt uncomfortable again. He was starting to like this Smurf. There was something kind and familiar about him. Despite all his nerves and caution, he could feel himself starting to trust him. He wanted to help this Smurf rebuild his home. He wanted to stay and learn about his adventures in this strange world of the distant past.
After all, he thought to himself, this was a fascinating, once in a lifetime opportunity. If he wrote a book on this, some of the other Smurfs in his village might actually listen to it. They might even come around and actually ask him for a copy. They might--if he ever got back home.
Brainy had to face the possibility that he might never see his village again. In that case, it would be best to make as many friends in this time as possible.
But first, he had to decide whether he should tell this Smurf the truth about himself and his presence here. Maybe this Smurf had learned something during his travels that could help him. He wished Papa Smurf was there so he could ask him what was best.
"You told me you've been traveling for the last three hundred years," Brainy said. "If you weren't traveling for its own sake, you must have had a reason, a reason big enough to make you leave your home, perhaps never to return. What was it?"
The Smurf looked at him, acknowledging the way he had changed the subject away from himself, then picked up one of his roughly made books from the small pile he had been carrying with him.
"Ever since I was a little Smurfling, growing up all alone in this forest, I have wondered about the existence of others like me. I noticed that all the other creatures and plants around me were individuals in a much larger population of similar life forms. I was all alone, one of a kind. I had the idea in my head that I was a Smurf, and that it was my duty to watch over and protect my forest, but I knew nothing more than that.
"When I was younger, I used to walk for miles and miles to observe the workings of the small human town at the edge of my forest. I used to imagine a village of Smurfs where each one worked for the other and no Smurf was ever lonely.
"The village I had in mind would not be like a human town. It would be more like a family. A family of Smurfs, living and working together. But, deep down, I knew that this was just a dream. There were no others like me.
"Then, one day when I was about one hundred years old, I found myself cornered by a poisonous snake. I truly thought I was going to be killed.
"Suddenly, out of nowhere, came this Smurf in yellow clothes. He had a golden beard and a very large hiking stick. He jumped right onto the snake's head, just as it was about to lunge for me, and knocked it cold.
"Well, we got to talking, and he told me that there were many other Smurfs in the world, in many different countries. In times of danger, they got together and, when they did, they could ward off even the most evil of magical spells.
"I had never known Smurfs had magical abilities before. But, then I started thinking back to when I had been a little Smurfling.
"Back then, I'd been able to do amazing things to ward off owls and foxes and other animals that would have loved to gobble me up before I had the chance to grow up. These powers had been purely instinctive, though, and had faded as I grew older and became better able to take care of myself.
"I started to wonder whether they were truly gone after all. Perhaps, they were buried deeper now, and I'd have to learn how to use them again.
"After the other Smurf had gone, I decided I had to leave my home, to find out all I could about Smurfs and their abilities. I traveled for many years without seeing one Smurf. I crossed mountains and rivers, some so wide I had to sometimes ask a friendly bird for a lift across. Still, I had no luck.
"Just as I was about to give up and go back home, I came across a small hole in the ground. I heard a hammering sound from inside. I crawled in, and saw an amazing sight.
"A Smurf of just about my age was there, hacking away at the dark rock that made up the wall. A small, seed-oil lamp lit the cramped space, and in one corner I saw a small pile of glittering stones.
"This Smurf was a bit gruff when I interrupted his work, but he took the time to talk to me and to answer some of my questions. He said he cared nothing for magic or for other Smurfs, that his life was devoted to collecting and hoarding these pretty stones. But, he did tell me that there was an old elf who lived in a glade not far from there. After a bit of cajoling, he even consented to take me there, though he said it was more to get me to leave him alone than to help me out.
"This elf--Lyssandra was her name--was very wise and very old. She was also very kind. She liked my curiosity and my eagerness and decided to help me learn as much as I could about Smurfs.
"Lyssandra became my teacher, my mentor. Under her guidance, I learned a great deal about magic. Everything I learned from her, I wrote down in these books."
He patted the stack beside him.
"I stayed with Lyssandra, working as her apprentice, for nearly two hundred years. She introduced me to beings I had always thought mythical. I met Mother Nature, Father Time, even the Sandman!
"Mother Nature showed me how very spread out Smurfs were. She told me that there were about five hundred of us in all the world, and it seemed that I was the only one who felt the desire for Smurfy companionship or the curiosity to hone my magical abilities.
"When I had learned all I could from dear old Lyssandra, she let me go exploring by myself. This time, though, I knew where I was going and I had magic to protect me.
"I met and talked with many more Smurfs, as well as imps, elves, pixies, and other beings that were not nearly so friendly. I'm afraid I made a few enemies during this time, as well as many friends.
"Finally, I returned to Lyssandra. She was very impressed with all the progress I had made and with how well I had used her teachings.
"At our final parting, she had me apparate us both to a cave, not far from here, where there is a pool of water so still and clear it has earned the name of the Reflecting Pool. There, she performed a spell she had often told me I was never to try-a spell for seeing into the future. I observed anxiously as she watched the Reflecting Pool reflect strange visions of things that might be. Not will be, because the future is always uncertain.
"She told me that after I left her, there would come a time of great danger for all that is Smurf. With the help of a stranger from a different time, it would be up to me to save my fellow Smurfs from total extinction. She said if I managed this, I would finally gain all that I desired.
"She would tell me no more than that. After a tearful farewell, she vanished, leaving me to make my way back home, alone.
"That is my story."
He turned shrewd, twinkling eyes to the young Smurf beside him.
"Now, it's your turn."
Brainy had listened to all this with rapt attention, his large eyes wide with wonder. Now, he gave a start and sat up straighter.
"Well, uh, Smurf, that was really the most incredible story! I, er, suppose I could tell you a little something about how I got here."
Brainy cleared his throat, trying to think how best to word this so he didn't make the Smurf even more curious about his village or Papa Smurf than he already was.
"Well, the weather this morning started out about as humid and unsmurfy as weather can possibly be. I went to the riverbank, not too far from where we're sitting now, to enjoy the breeze. While I was there, I accidentally collided with this strange little creature named Molk. He had silver-white fur, glasses almost exactly like mine, and I don't know how many greenish-black hands under it. When we collided, our glasses were knocked off and we each picked up the wrong ones. As it turned out, Molk's glasses were enchanted to smurf the wearer back in time. Before I knew it, here I was. I still have his glasses."
Brainy reached into his pocket and pulled out Molk's black-rimmed glasses.
His companion reached out a curious hand and Brainy dropped the glasses into it.
"So, you're from the future," Smurf said. "You were raised by another Smurf in some kind of village. That could explain why you're so much more open and sociable than the other Smurfs I've met."
Brainy looked very uncomfortable.
Smurf chuckled.
"Don't worry, Brainy. I won't pry any further than that into your history. I, too, fear for the continuity of the timeline."
He examined Molk's glasses closely, then nodded.
"Yes, this is a very strong enchantment. But, I don't believe it is irreversible."
He looked around at the wild landscape and sighed.
"Oh, what I wouldn't smurf for Lyssandra's lab right now. We're going to have to do some experimenting before we can find out how to make these glasses smurf you back home."
Brainy lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Really!" he exclaimed. "You can make them smurf me back home!"
The older Smurf nodded thoughtfully.
"It's quite possible," he said. "Lyssandra once taught me a spell that is designed to make deep enchantments reveal themselves. If we knew just what this enchantment was, we could figure out a way to counteract it, or at least manipulate it."
Brainy beamed.
"Oh, this is wonderful! Is there anything I can do to help? I'm not too bad at magic myself. In fact, I am Papa Smurf's personal assistant. Oops!"
He clamped a hand over his mouth.
His companion gave him a curious look, but didn't say anything.
Brainy looked sheepish behind his glasses.
"I'm sorry I can't tell you about Papa Smurf," he said. "You have no idea how much I want to tell you everything. I'm really starting to like you, you know."
The older Smurf grinned.
"I like you too, Brainy. You seem to be quite a bright young Smurf."
Brainy's smile turned smug.
"Thank you! It's good to know that my abilities are obvious even to Smurfs who have only known me for a short time."
The older Smurf smirked behind his hand, then started flipping through the pages of one of his books.
Brainy stood up and went to peer over the other Smurf's shoulder.
"Oh!" he exclaimed. "I know some of these spells! That's the one for creating a magical sound barrier. And there's the one for making magic wands smurf backwards!"
The other Smurf shot him another curious look, but before he could say anything they both heard a shout from the woods behind them.
"Halloo!" came the shout. "Hey, youngin', are you there? It's me, Smurf! Smurfatootie, what's happened to your house!"
Brainy's companion jumped up to his feet with a cry of excitement.
"Smurf!" he shouted. "I'm over here, by the riverbank!"
A middle aged Smurf with a waist-length white beard and yellow clothes walked briskly towards them from the direction of Smurf's old house. He had a well packed rucksack on his back and a sturdy hiking stick in his hand.
"Is he the Smurf who saved you from that poisonous snake?" Brainy asked.
"Indeed he is, Brainy," his companion said.
He waved to the approaching Smurf.
"Over here!" he shouted.
The older Smurf quickened his pace.
"Why, I never would have known you, youngin'," the older Smurf said as he joined them on the riverbank. "You've grown up a lot in the past three hundred years. You've even got the start of a beard coming in, I see."
Smurf blushed.
"Oh, well, I don't usually let it go so long. It's just that I was so excited to finally be going home that I didn't take the time to tend to it."
He waved his hand over his face and the reddish-brown bristles faded away. Without the beard, he seemed years younger.
The older Smurf gave a start.
"Smurfatootie, youngin'!" he exclaimed. "If I'd known how to do that years ago, I wouldn't have this bush in front of me now, believe you me!"
"I could remove it for you," the other Smurf offered.
The older Smurf shook his head.
"No, don't bother with me, youngin'. I'm too used to it now. It's become part of me, if you can understand that."
The other Smurf nodded.
"I think I can," he said.
The older Smurf smiled, then he turned to Brainy. When he spoke, though, he was still addressing his old friend.
"So, youngin', who's the kid?"
"This is Brainy Smurf," Smurf told him. "He's come here by accident, from the future."
"You don't say," said the older Smurf.
He peered closely at Brainy.
"You know, your voice sounds exactly like his did when I first met him. Kinda whiny."
He chuckled.
"Nice to know you'll grow out of it someday, eh, youngin'?"
Brainy straightened.
"My voice is not whiny!" he said. "And I am not a kid."
The older Smurf chuckled again.
"Of course you're not."
He nudged the other Smurf, shooting him a wink.
Brainy crossed his arms and harumphed.
"Where do you come from, youngin'?" the middle aged Smurf continued. "And, what's that thing over your eyes?"
Brainy sighed. It seemed no Smurf in this time had ever seen a pair of glasses before. He was doomed to stand out as a curiosity until he managed to smurf a way home.
"These are my glasses," he said, not very patiently. "I use them to see with."
"Smurf noodles!" the older Smurf exclaimed.
Brainy stared at him.
"You mean to say you can't see without those contraptions!"
"Yes!" Brainy snapped back. "Honestly, I don't see why this is such a big deal to you Smurfs. It can't be all that strange to see a Smurf with glasses, can it?"
"No need to get your feathers in a fluster, youngin'," said the middle aged Smurf. "I didn't mean no disrespect. Actually, I kinda like the idea. Lately I've noticed my eyesight's not all that it used to be. That can be dangerous when you're an old adventure Smurf like me. Maybe later, if we've got time, you could tell me how they work."
Brainy looked uncomfortable.
"Well, actually-"
"Brainy doesn't plan on staying, Smurf," said the other Smurf, coming to his rescue. "And, he's very concerned about smurfing up the timeline. Perhaps, now that you're here, you could help us smurf him back home. I'm going to need several special ingredients in order to smurf the spell to get these glasses to reveal their enchantment."
He held up Molk's glasses for the older Smurf to inspect.
"Spells? Enchantments? Great Smurfs, what have you been up to while I was away, youngin'?" asked the older Smurf in amazement.
"Smurf here has been very busy learning all he could about magic and about Smurfs from a kind old elf named Lyssandra," said Brainy. "Isn't that right, Smurf?"
"Yes, Brainy," Smurf said, barely glancing up from his spell book. "Why don't you get Smurf caught up with recent events while I look up this spell."
"Yes, Smurf," said Brainy importantly.
The older Smurf sighed.
"Now I'm in for it," he muttered to himself. "This Smurf looks to me like the kind that just loves listening to the sound of his own voice."
Trying not to look as bored as he felt, the old adventurer listened as Brainy retold Smurf's story in his own pompous way.
Just then, there came a very loud crackling thump from the forest behind them.
The three Smurfs jumped and turned to each other.
"What in the world was that?" Brainy squeaked.
"I dunno, youngin'," said the middle aged Smurf, pulling at a snarl in his long beard. "It sounded like something big just crashed down into the middle of the forest."
A peal of rumbling laughter echoed from out of the forest.
The Smurfs shivered. They had never heard such a disturbing sound.
"I don't know what that is," said the beardless Smurf, "but whatever it is, it doesn't sound friendly."
Several more crackling thumps were heard. The laughter grew louder.
"And," the Smurf continued with a slight tremble in his voice, "it seems to be headed this way!"
To Be Continued...
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"It is easy to pretend we are strong. It is much harder to admit we are weak. A true friend, by loving every part of us, teaches us to love our weaknesses."
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posted 01-16-2012 10:44 PM
ooooo very smurfy! i'm so glad i finally got to sit down and catch up on my reading :-) i wonder what's coming.....
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posted 01-17-2012 06:05 AM
Thanks! And thanks for taking the time to read my story.
And now, the terrible truth about Molk and Nolk. What are they really up to? ![[Confused]](confused.gif)
Chapter Six: The Truth is Revealed
"Why have we come to Mother Nature's house, Papa Smurf," Smurfette asked as the small party approached Mother Nature's brightly lit home.
Papa Smurf held up a folded up map he'd been carrying.
"Because Father Time is hardly ever in one place for too long, I brought this map with me. It can track his movements as he travels about in time. According to this map, Father Time will appear in Mother Nature's house in three seconds."
Smurfette smiled.
"Oh, what a smurfy map!"
The door to Mother Nature's house opened wide. Father Time peered out and looked around.
"Hello?" he said. "Is there anyone out here? I thought I heard voices."
"Down here, Father Time," said Papa Smurf.
Father Time looked down.
"Oh, it's you, Papa Smurf. How nice to see you. And I see you've brought some of your little Smurfs with you. Why don't you all come in?"
He held the door open as they filed into the house.
"Mother Nature's not in at the moment, if she's the one you're here to see. I'm just here to pick up an hourglass she borrowed last week. You're lucky you caught me."
"We're not here to chat, Father Time," Papa Smurf said. "We need your help. One of my little Smurfs has been smurfed back in time and we don't know how to find him."
"Oh, dear," said Father Time, suddenly very concerned. "This doesn't sound good. The last time some of your Smurfs messed with time, they ended up as Smurflings. How are Nat, Snappy, and Slouchy, by the way? Do they remember anything about their time as adults?"
Papa Smurf shook his head.
"No, but they're just fine otherwise. Father Time, I don't mean to sound pushy, but this really is urgent. I'll leave it to Molk, here, to explain how his brother, Nolk, tricked him."
Father Time peered at the little silver furball.
"Molk?" he asked. "That's interesting. I haven't seen anything like you before. Are you one of Mother Nature's newer creations?"
"No, Father Time," said Molk politely. "I'm from a distant moon orbiting a planet near one of the stars on Orion's belt. I came here by accident from the future. I'm really from the year 2354."
Father Time gave a start.
"Then, what happened? How did you end up here?"
Molk shrank considerably, then expanded again. It seemed to be his equivalent of a shamed sigh.
"I suppose it's time for me to tell you all the whole truth about me. I was afraid if I told you everything earlier, you wouldn't want to help me."
The Smurfs looked at each other, concerned.
"What do you mean, Molk?" asked Smurfette.
The little fluffball shrank and expanded again.
"Well, for one thing, Nolk isn't really my brother--at least not in the way you would think of a brother. Nolk is my...well... I suppose you could say my other half. We are both parts of the same being. We had an argument back on our home moon and he separated from me and came here."
"What was this argument about, Molk?" asked Papa Smurf.
"My people are creatures of energy," Molk explained. "We can take physical form by transforming some of our energy into matter. In this way, we can take any shape, but it takes a great deal of effort. The shape I am in now is the one we find most comfortable to assume.
"We take our nourishment from the energy radiated by our sun. But, for the past several years, our sun has been experiencing an inordinate number of sunspots and other phenomena that have altered the purity of the energy it gives off. Our food is now tainted. Many of us are becoming ill.
"Nolk and I are highly respected scientists on my world, and our people turned to us to find a way to save them.
"As one being, we searched the cosmos for a replacement energy source that we could use until our sun recovered.
"After many months, we finally found what we were looking for."
Molk paused for a long moment. When he continued, his voice had softened to a near whisper and his tone began to waver.
"The only energy we found that was pure enough to serve as a replacement was the magical energy emitted by a strange race of earth creature known as Smurfs. But, there was a problem. Without their magical essence, the Smurfs would fade away to nothing. In effect, they would die."
The gathered Smurfs gasped.
"I had the same reaction, believe me," Molk said sincerely. "I couldn't accept that the only way to save our people lay in the total destruction of another species, especially one that seemed so good and innocent. So, I kept on searching, hoping to find a way to cure our sun or to find another source of energy before the situation on our moon became so desperate that our only choice would be to absorb the pure Smurf energy or allow our own people to become extinct."
Molk shrank a bit more.
"Nolk didn't want to keep up the search. Every moment we waited, more of our people were becoming ill. Some had already died. Acting against my wishes, he announced to our people that we had found a replacement energy source.
"To many, it was starting to seem that it was us or them. This was when we had our argument. In a burst of rage, Nolk separated from me and shot off to Earth to capture the Smurfs.
"Nolk soon discovered that, in our time, the Smurfs were too well organized to succumb to his powers. If he was to have a chance, he would have to go back in time, to a period when the Smurfs were disorganized and scattered throughout the world. Together, they were too powerful to subdue. Individually, they should be easy pickings.
"I caught up with him just before he started his trip back in time. We argued again, nearly coming to blows.
"Finally, he told me I could come with him. He gave me a pair of glasses that had been enchanted to take me back in time. He put on a similar pair himself.
"When I arrived, Nolk was nowhere to be seen. It didn't take me long to realize he'd tricked me. Nolk had set my glasses to bring me back to a time long after the time he went to.
"So, I came looking for you Smurfs. I knew I had to find you and convince you to go to a safe place before the changes Nolk made to your past rippled through this time.
"If that happened, and you were unprotected, it would most likely have caused all of you to disappear. Now, so long as you four stay here, in this magical place that exists beyond and apart from time, you should be protected from the effects of Nolk's actions and at least some Smurfs will survive."
"Wait a minute," Hefty spoke up. "Why should we listen to you? You just said your people want to eat us! How do we know this isn't all a trick so you can have us four for yourself?"
"Surely he wouldn't have smurfed through all the trouble to bring us here just to absorb our energy... Would you, Molk?" asked Smurfette.
"Certainly not!" Molk exclaimed. "You must believe me, I do not want to see your species destroyed. You have to trust me. The ripple in the timeline has already passed us. If you leave this protected place now, you will all cease to exist, as the others in your village already have."
"What?" the Smurfs gasped.
They turned horrified eyes to Father Time.
Father Time was concentrating very hard, staring at something none of them could see.
"He's right, Smurfs," he said finally. "I'm afraid your village is gone. In fact, it has never been."
Papa Smurf paled dramatically and wavered on his feet.
Hefty reached out an arm to steady him.
"Are you all right, Papa Smurf?" he asked.
"Oh, my poor little Smurfs!" he moaned.
Clumsy, Molk, and Smurfette rushed to push a thick book over to the trembling Smurf.
"Uh, here, Papa Smurf," said Clumsy. "Why don't you sit down?"
Papa Smurf sat and rocked gently, still in a daze. Slowly, he began listing the names of all his little Smurfs who were now gone.
"Handy...Greedy...Tracker...Poet...Tailor...Farmer...
Dabbler...Barber...Woolly...Tuffy...Painter...Jokey...
Dreamy...Lazy...Harmony...Vanity...Scaredy...Sweepy...
Sickly... Baby...the Smurflings...oh, my little Smurflings..."
"There, there, Papa Smurf," Hefty said, as kindly as he could.
Hefty had never seen Papa Smurf like this before. His eyes were wide and glassy and he didn't seem to be looking at anything.
"We'll find a way to bring them all back, and Brainy too," the strong Smurf said. "Everything will be all right, you'll see. Isn't that right, Smurfs?"
Smurfette and Clumsy nodded.
"Absosmurfly," they said with firm determination.
"You see, Papa Smurf?" said Hefty. "All we need is a plan."
He turned to Molk.
"Is there any way you could stop this Nolk if you met him?"
"I-I'm not really sure," said Molk. "You see, my people, myself included, have been severely weakened by the energy shortage on our moon. If Nolk has been doing what I think he's doing, and gorging himself on the pure magical energy of the Smurfs..."
The Smurfs shuddered.
"...He will be much stronger than I. If I'm going to stand a chance, we're going to have to catch him before he started absorbing that energy."
Father Time stepped forward.
"Then, I believe you are going to require my assistance."
To Be Continued...
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"It is easy to pretend we are strong. It is much harder to admit we are weak. A true friend, by loving every part of us, teaches us to love our weaknesses."
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posted 01-17-2012 07:25 AM
Very smurfy Rowena. I'm loving it so far.
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posted 01-17-2012 08:48 AM
OH MY SMURF!!!! Whatever are our little blue heroes going to do to resolve this!! Very gripping twist, Rowena! I sure didn't see that coming. I hope my fanfic will be half as captivating and well written! All I can say is MORE, MORE, MORE!!!
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posted 01-17-2012 11:22 PM
More? As you wish! LOL!
Here's:
Chapter Seven: The Crystal Pyramid
"Those unsmurfy noises are coming from that big patch of mushrooms in the middle of the clearing just ahead," said the middle aged Smurf.
He had taken the lead as he, his younger friend, and Brainy crept through the forest.
Brainy gave a start. He recognized this clearing, even though it looked completely different from the way he knew it.
This small clearing, packed with thick-stalked mushrooms, was where the Smurf Village would one day stand.
The beardless Smurf noticed his reaction, but misinterpreted it as fear.
"We'll be all right," he said, trying to comfort him. "Smurf has a great deal of experience in tracking and spying."
"I'm not scared," Brainy snapped.
Smurf looked a little hurt.
"I'm sorry," Brainy said. "It's just that this place is very familiar to me, but it's very different too. I must admit it is rather unnerving."
Smurf nodded.
"I understand, Brainy," he said. "I've only been away from this place for three hundred years and I keep getting that same strange feeling. The little saplings I watched sprout--and their saplings too--are now all mighty oaks. It must be far worse for you, coming from the future as you do. Your mighty oaks are probably just little acorns that haven't even been smurfed yet."
"Shhhhh," the bearded Smurf hissed from up ahead. He waved his arm in a gesture signaling for them to join him behind a thick tree.
"Take a smurf at that, youngins," he whispered as they approached.
Brainy leaned against the trunk and peered out across the clearing.
"Yipe!" he exclaimed. "What's that?"
The bearded Smurf clamped his hand over Brainy's mouth.
"It's something that won't take kindly to being spied on, so please keep your mouth smurfed!"
Brainy nodded, and the older Smurf let his hand drop.
"But, what is it?" Brainy whispered. "Have you ever smurfed anything like it before?"
The older Smurf shook his head.
"Can't say that I have. Smurf a look at those crystal things he's got with him. Why, they're just the same shape as those enormous pyramids I once smurfed in a vast desert near a long river that runs north. What do you suppose he's going to smurf with them?"
"I couldn't say," said the beardless Smurf. "Perhaps if we observed his movements a bit longer, this will all become clearer to us."
"You're probably right, youngin'," the older Smurf agreed.
The three Smurfs watched in silence as the strange creature before them continued about its business.
The creature was quite large, nearly as tall as a human, and it had four arms. Each of its hands had seven long, flexible fingers. It was a brilliant, metallic purple in color and had delicate, translucent wings that flashed electric blue when the sunlight struck them.
As the Smurfs watched, the strange creature started carefully stacking its small crystal pyramids into larger pyramids, point to point, like Baby's building blocks. Small flashes of an odd sort of lightening, at once both pink and blue, zapped their way across the empty spaces between the pyramids as he worked.
"What are those flashes?" Brainy whispered.
The beardless Smurf squinted.
"Strange," he murmured. "They look to me to be some sort of magical energy. The arrangement of those crystals seems to be focusing it somehow. We must smurf closer to smurf a better look."
"Have you lost your Smurf?" Brainy hissed. "Smurf closer? To that thing?"
"Well, it does seem to be the only way to find out more about what's smurfing on here," said the bearded Smurf. "Come on, I'll lead the way. If you both do as I do, that thing shouldn't notice us."
Not wishing to seem a coward in front of his older companions, Brainy swallowed his objections and concentrated on following them as quietly as he could.
As he moved, Brainy was careful to keep an eye on the gigantic creature. As it stacked crystal on top of crystal, he noticed tiny forms moving inside each of them.
"Great Smurfs!" he exclaimed in a stunned whisper. "There are Smurfs trapped in those crystals!"
His companions stopped short and looked where Brainy was pointing.
"By Smurf, I think he's right," said the bearded Smurf.
"This great monster seems to be building a structure that will focus the energy of the Smurfs into a tight beam," the beardless Smurf observed. "Amazing."
"But, why would he do that?" Brainy asked. "And where did all these Smurfs come from? I thought you said Smurfs lived alone and separate from each other at this time."
"And so they do, youngin'," said the older Smurf. "This beast must have gathered them up from all over the world."
"Then, that probably means he'll be after us next," the beardless Smurf said. "We must find a way to stop him from doing whatever it is he's doing."
"I agree," said Brainy. "But, how?"
"We must find a way to shatter those crystals. That should free the Smurfs. Then, if we all smurf together in a great circle, we might be able to smurf enough power to rid ourselves of that creature forever."
"Is there anything in your books about shattering crystals?" Brainy asked.
"I'm not sure. Let me see..."
As Smurf flipped through his spell books, the winged creature paused its work and started sniffing the air. Its nose was like a wrinkled flap of skin. It flopped to and fro against the creature's cheeks as it sniffed, as though it had a life of its own.
With a sudden rush of wind, the great beast rose into the air. Its voice was a thundering roar.
"I know I smell Smurfs here," the monster boomed, circling the clearing with powerful beats of its translucent, insect-like wings. "There is nowhere you can hide."
The Smurfs stood very still, hoping the monster would overlook them.
They had no such luck.
"Ah ha!" the creature thundered, its clawed feet crashing to earth beside their hiding place.
"The nose of a Zhra'Bet does not lie! You are hiding..."
He pushed aside a thick tree with one powerful swipe of his purple arm, leaving the Smurfs unprotected and in the open.
"...right here!"
The great beast extended its long, flexible fingers toward the stunned Smurfs.
The beardless Smurf raised his arms.
In a slightly trembling voice, he recited:
"I call on the power of earth, trees, and sun to save us from capture by this mighty one!"
Brainy gasped as a glimmering, transparent shield of magic seemed to unfold around the three Smurfs.
The creature's purple fingers stopped their advance, and the angered look on the monster's face slowly transformed into a cool smile.
Its fingers slowly unfurled to touch the magic shield.
Instead of penetrating it, the long fingers seemed to be sucking it up like so many straws. Soon, the shield began to jiggle, like Greedy's Smurfberry gelatin.
The beardless Smurf broke out in a sweat with the effort of sustaining the shield.
"It's no good!" he exclaimed, his voice strained and hoarse. "The creature is absorbing the shield's energy. I can't keep it up!"
"We're gonna have to make a run for it, youngins," the older Smurf exclaimed.
"But how can we hope to outrun this thing?" Brainy cried. "It can fly!"
The older Smurf grinned.
"We have the advantage of a smaller stature, young Brainy," he said. "We can hide in places this beast can't hope to find, let alone squeeze into. Ready, Smurf?" he asked the trembling Smurf beside him.
"I'll let the shield go on your mark, Smurf," he grunted.
"Ready, Brainy?"
Brainy nodded, swallowing his nerves in an attempt to slow his thumping heart.
"Ready as I'll ever be."
"All right, Smurf! Smurf!"
The wavering magic shield vanished and the three Smurfs charged into the forest, ducking under brambles and keeping to the thickest patches of undergrowth.
The winged Zhra'Bet followed quickly. Rising into the air, the purple creature started circling above the forest. Its segmented, red eyes rose up on thick, telescope-like stalks.
"I see you, Smurfs!" it roared, swooping down and reaching out for them with its long fingers.
The Smurfs ducked under a small pile of crumbling leaves.
The creature's fingers swept the air nearly a foot above their heads.
"Ha, ha, ha!" the middle aged Smurf laughed. "That big creature can't reach us!"
"I wouldn't be so sure!"
Brainy pointed to the sky.
The other two Smurfs looked up.
The monster seemed to be shrinking.
As the Smurfs watched, the purple beast with the metallic sheen metamorphosed into a small, agile, anthropoid with bright, greenish-yellow fur.
Despite its new form, the Smurfs saw it still retained its shimmering, insect-like wings.
The Smurfs scrambled for their lives as the chartreuse monkey-creature swooped down on them from above.
"There's a small rocky ledge just ahead," the beardless Smurf cried breathlessly. "We're going to have to smurf off it. Hopefully, we'll be able to lose this creature in the waters of the River Smurf!"
The other Smurfs were too busy running to reply.
As the monkey-creature prepared for another swooping dive, the three Smurfs reached the ledge.
Brainy gasped and took a step back.
"Great Smurfs alive, that's a steep drop!" the bearded Smurf exclaimed, staring over the rocky ledge at the rushing water below.
"I know," the beardless Smurf panted, holding his side, "but we're going to have to smurf it if we want to escape that shape-shifting creature!"
Gathering their courage, the three Smurfs shared a desperate glance, then took the ledge at a running leap.
Brainy held tightly to his glasses, hoping the impact with the water wouldn't knock them off. The thought of being blind and helpless in this strange, terrifying place was almost more frightening than the creature chasing them.
The river water felt shockingly cold.
Brainy came to the surface sputtering and coughing.
When he could open his eyes, he found his glasses were covered with water droplets, but he could just make out the beardless Smurf paddling toward him.
"Smurf's been caught!" the Smurf exclaimed, pointing to two struggling forms high above them.
Brainy wiped his glasses with his hands, but that only created more clinging droplets.
"What's smurfing on?" he asked, struggling to see through the fat blurs of water.
"The creature caught Smurf by the beard as he jumped off the ledge," the Smurf explained. "He's kicking at the creature's arms, but it won't let go."
"Oh-- I think I saw a flash!" said Brainy.
"Smurf managed to take a knife out from under his beard. I think he's going to-"
The beardless Smurf broke off as the older Smurf came tumbling through the air. He landed in the river with a huge splash, splattering Brainy's glasses with yet more water.
Shaking his head in an attempt to dislodge at least some of the splats from his glasses, Brainy looked back up at the monkey-creature.
It was chattering wildly, fussing with a white something holding its hands together.
Before he could ask what had just happened, the older Smurf bobbed up from under the rushing water and the answer became clear.
Brainy grinned.
"Why, you cut off your beard and used it to smurf the monster's hands together!" he exclaimed. "How brilliant! Precisely what I would have done in your place."
The Smurf stroked the dripping, uneven ends of his remaining beard regretfully.
"Well, it had to be done, youngin'. It was either the beard or me."
He sighed.
"Look out!" the younger Smurf exclaimed, pointing to the sky above them. "The thing's smurfed loose, and it's coming back!"
"We're going to have to dive!" the older Smurf said. "Smurf, could you smurf your magic under the water?"
"I-I'm not sure," the younger Smurf said. "Why? What do you have in mind?"
"If you smurf another of your magic shields, we might be able to smurf under the water long enough for that monster to think we've drowned," the older Smurf said.
Smurf looked uncertain.
"Well, I don't know. I've never smurfed magic under water before. I don't know if I can smurf a shield strong enough to keep the air in and the water out."
"He's coming!" Brainy cried. "Quick, everysmurf, dive!"
The chartreuse monkey-creature plummeted from the sky and followed the frantic Smurfs into the water.
Quickly discovering that its wings would not function underwater, the creature transformed itself once again, this time into a brilliant vermilion octopus. It shot toward the diving Smurfs, stretching its long, powerful tentacles out after them.
The tip of one tentacle brushed Brainy's back, and he screamed, letting his precious air escape.
The octopus creature watched the air bubbles rush up to the water's surface and laughed.
In just a few moments, his tentacles would wrap around these struggling blue creatures and his crystalline structure would be complete. Nolk would absorb and bring back the energy his people needed to survive. He would be hailed as a hero by generations to come.
After all, what was the extinction of an insignificant alien species, compared to everlasting glory?
Nolk burst into another peal of watery laughter, stretching his powerful tentacles to their full extent.
The Smurfs were within his reach.
Brainy knew his tiny lungs were at the point of giving out. He needed take a breath, even if all he breathed in was water. Somewhere, in the back of his swimmy mind, he had the strange, lightheaded notion that if he tried hard enough, or took slow enough breaths, breathing water might even work.
Time around him seemed to slow down. Bright, colorful spots swam before his eyes. He was dimly aware that something was behind him, reaching out, trying to wrap itself around his body. But, somehow that didn't seem to matter.
With his last few seconds of consciousness, for some unknown reason, Brainy almost considered laughing. But, he never put the thought into practice.
Instead, Brainy Smurf passed out.
To Be Continued...
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Chapter Eight: A Plan is Smurfed
"I will use this hourglass to transport you and Molk back in time, Papa Smurf," Father Time said, placing the hourglass he had come to collect from Mother Nature on the table. "I think it might be safer if your little Smurfs remained with me."
"Hey, wait a minute-" Hefty started.
Papa Smurf held up a hand.
"I'm sorry, Hefty, but I fear Father Time may be right. If I succeed in helping Molk to stop his brother, the village and all my little Smurfs will be restored in this time. But, if we are unsuccessful, you three will be all that is left of the Smurfs. I cannot allow myself to risk your safety. Do you understand?"
Papa Smurf spoke the words as if they were the most difficult he had ever had to utter.
Smurfette, Clumsy, and Hefty looked at each other uncomfortably.
"Gee, Papa Smurf," Hefty said, more softly than before. "I hadn't looked at it that way."
He straightened, his voice becoming firmer.
"But, still, I don't think you should go there by yourself--with him."
He pointed a distrustful finger at Molk.
"Come on, Hefty," said Smurfette. "You know Papa Smurf is right. This is the only way."
Hefty scowled and crossed his arms.
"Yeah, I know it. But that doesn't mean I have to like it."
Father Time stepped forward.
"If you will just come this way," he said to Papa Smurf and his alien companion.
The tall man placed his hourglass on the floor between Papa Smurf and Molk and spread out his arms.
The sand inside the hourglass began to glow.
Father Time looked up.
"Papa Smurf, I have located your missing Smurf," he said. "He is a little more than one hundred years in the past. There are two other Smurfs with him, but they are of that period."
His expression darkened.
"It also seems that these three Smurfs are very close to this Nolk who's been causing all these ripples in my timeline. I'll put you as near to these Smurfs as I can, but I must warn you to be extremely careful. I am only the guardian of time. I cannot make or change the events that occur within it."
"I understand, Father Time," said Papa Smurf. "And I thank you for all your help."
Father Time's deep, dark eyes seemed to warm a little.
"Just try your best, Papa Smurf. So far, that has always been more than good enough."
After a difficult farewell to his three remaining Smurfs, Papa Smurf turned to Molk.
"Well, it's time we got smurfing," he said.
"Just stand in front of the hourglass and watch the falling sand," Father Time told them. "I will do the rest. If you are successful, you can be sure I will see at once to your immediate return. And to the return of your dislocated Smurf."
Papa Smurf and Molk nodded. Rather, Papa Smurf did. Molk, not having a head per se, showed his comprehension with a seven handed thumbs-up.
Smurfette, Clumsy, and Hefty stood together on Mother Nature's table and watched soberly as Papa Smurf and the alien vanished from their time, perhaps forever.
"Oh, I do wish we could have gone with him," Smurfette said.
"Uh, me too, Smurfette," said Clumsy.
Father Time lifted his hourglass from the floor and turned his gaze to them.
"We'll be finding out the effects of your Papa Smurf's interference soon enough," he said. "We just have to give the resulting ripple effect the time it needs to reach us."
"And, how long should that take," Hefty demanded.
"Actually," said Father Time. "It's already started."
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"Is he breathing?" the middle-aged Smurf asked anxiously.
His younger companion had managed to set up the magical shield not a moment too soon--and this time, the younger Smurf had added a spell for invisibility.
The malevolent octopus had shot right past them.
Smurf knew that if he'd had to hold his breath a moment longer, he would have ended up unconscious, just like their unfortunate young friend with the glasses.
"No. No, he's not," the younger Smurf answered, his brows knitted in nervous frustration. "He was already unconscious when I was struggling to free him from that unsmurfy octopus's tentacle. Oh, Smurf...I don't know what to do!"
"Hold it together there, youngin'," the older Smurf said. "There might be something I can do."
The bearded Smurf knelt beside the unmoving Brainy.
"I learned this from a mermaid, believe it or not, down on a tropical island somewhere. She used this technique to rescue shipwrecked human sailors. I just hope it works as well on Smurfs."
He placed his hands on the young Smurf's disturbingly still chest and started pumping with his arms.
"Come on, youngin'!" he panted as he worked. "Breathe! You can do it!"
"Nothing's happening," the younger Smurf said, wringing his hands with worry.
"Hang on," said the Smurf.
Pinching Brainy's nose, he leaned down and blew into his mouth.
Brainy's chest expanded slightly as his lungs filled with air.
Smurf resumed his pumping motions.
"Come on! Come on!"
The young Smurf gave a sharp jerk. As his two anxious companions looked on, he coughed weakly. This cough was accompanied by a gurgling sound and a rush of water spewed out from his mouth.
Turning over onto his side, Brainy continued to cough out water until, finally, he could take in a deep breath. After several more breaths, he was able to speak.
"Wha-what just happened?" he asked weakly.
He blinked and looked around.
"Where are we?"
The other two Smurfs could barely contain their happiness.
"Great Smurfs alive," said the older one with a broad grin. "Looks like it worked!"
"You're to be congratulated, Smurf!" the younger one cheered. "I never would have known to smurf that!"
"Smurf what?" asked Brainy, sitting up. He was starting to get annoyed at being left out of their apparent celebration.
"What's smurfing on here?"
"Well, my lucky little Smurf," said the younger of the pair, "you just very nearly drowned. If it hadn't been for Smurf's quick thinking, you might very well have been dead by now."
Brainy paled dramatically.
"D-drowned?" he stammered. "Great Smurfs!"
"But you're all right now," the older Smurf assured him.
He held out a hand and helped Brainy to his feet.
"See," he said with a warm grin. "As good as new."
Brainy looked around himself.
"I see you managed to smurf the magic shield," he said. "What happened to that creature?"
"It's gone," said the bearded Smurf. "We think it smurfed back to the other Smurfs it's got trapped in those crystal pyramids."
"If we don't think of a way to shatter those crystals, and soon," said the beardless Smurf, "I fear all those Smurfs may be killed."
His companions gave a start.
"What do you mean, youngin'?" asked the older Smurf. "Are you saying that thing's planning on killing every Smurf in the world?"
"That's certainly what it looks like," the other Smurf said grimly. "He can absorb magical energy. Spells are no good against him. Smurfing spells on him is just like smurfing seeds to a bird. He smurfs them right up, like food. His crystal pyramid of captured Smurfs is obviously designed to harness and direct the magical energy of the entire Smurf population so that he can absorb it."
"Then, if we're going to find a way to stop him," Brainy said nervously, "we're going to have to smurf it without magic."
"Speaking of magic, youngin's," said the older Smurf, "what's that over there?"
His companions looked where he was pointing.
Just inside the magical shield Smurf had made, a faint shimmering could be seen.
Slowly, the shimmering coalesced into two forms.
As soon as the forms were recognizable, Brainy went rushing toward one of them, his eyes behind his glasses alight with elation.
"Papa Smurf!" he exclaimed.
He was so excited, he started babbling.
"Papa Smurf! You're here! Oh, thank Smurfness! You have no idea what we've been smurfing through! There's this horrible creature who can change shape and he's trying to smurf all the Smurfs in the world so that he can smurf their energy, and he nearly smurfed me, Papa Smurf--Smurf here saved me and I'm all right now--but we're the only Smurfs still free!"
Papa Smurf held up a defensive hand.
"Brainy, Brainy, please!"
He smiled, pleased to see his lost little Smurf was apparently well and completely unchanged.
"I'm very glad to see you too, Brainy, but we don't have very much time. Molk and I have been smurfed here by Father Time. We've come to help you and your two companions stop Nolk from carrying out his plans to exterminate all Smurfs."
The younger of Brainy's two companions from the past stepped forward.
"So, this is the Papa Smurf Brainy's tried so hard not to tell us all about. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm called Smurf."
He stretched out his hand.
Papa Smurf hesitated for a moment before taking it, studying the younger Smurf's face as if it were somehow familiar to him.
"Amazing," he whispered, grasping the other Smurf's hand warmly.
Smurf gestured to his older companion.
"And, this is Smurf," he said. "He's a great adventure Smurf and he's been all around the world."
"And I still haven't smurfed all there is to smurf."
The older Smurf smiled, taking Papa Smurf firmly by the hand.
Papa Smurf gave him a similar look, half bewildered, half astonished.
Smurf the younger turned to regard the tiny, silver-white Molk.
"I don't mean to sound rude," he said, "but, what manner of being are you?"
"I'm a Rwa'Taxian," Molk said. "From a moon that orbits a gaseous planet in Orion's Belt. The creature you're trying to stop is my brother."
"And, you're here to help us as well?"
Molk gave him his seven handed thumbs-up.
"Yes, I am. I know Nolk better than any being alive. We were once two parts of the same being. I have the feeling that if anyone will be able to reach him, I will."
Smurf the younger nodded, not entirely understanding but feeling he grasped enough for the moment.
"Well, we welcome your help. So, do either of you have any plans?"
Molk stepped forward.
"I must speak with Nolk," he said. "Do you know where he can be found?"
"He's in the clearing of mushrooms in the forest, not far from the River Smurf," said Smurf the younger. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to try to stop him," said Molk. "Even if I have to use force. I know there is still time to find an alternative energy source. I just have to convince him of it."
"And, what do we do while you're busy chatting up the monster-no offense intended," said Smurf the elder. "Sit on our tails down here while all the other Smurfs are made to fade away to nothing?"
"Molk's attempts to talk with his brother should act as a distraction," said Papa Smurf. "It's possible that we could attempt to free the other Smurfs while they continue their argument."
"But, how, Papa Smurf," asked Brainy. "All the Smurfs are trapped within crystal pyramids. How would we smurf them out? Magic spells are useless. Nolk just absorbs their energy."
Papa Smurf looked thoughtful.
"Then we're going to have to be innovative," he said. "What we need is a device that will emit a high frequency sound, like a whistle. If we're lucky, such a sound could shatter the crystals, freeing the Smurfs."
"I have a whistle, Papa Smurf," said Smurf the elder, reaching under the ragged remains of his white beard. He held the whistle out.
"Here it is."
Smurf the younger took it and turned it over and over in his hands.
"Do you really think this will work, Papa Smurf?" he asked, his voice skeptical but his eyes wide with hope."
Papa Smurf sighed.
"I certainly hope so," he said. "Because if it doesn't, I'm afraid I don't have any good back up plans."
To Be Continued...
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Chapter Nine: Brainy's Brainstorm
Nolk had resumed the large, purple form of a Zhra'Bet. The gigantic crystal pyramid with Smurf filling was now nearly completed. There were only three empty crystals left.
"Nolk!" called Molk, hopping into the mushroom clearing. "Nolk, this is Molk! You must stop what you are doing!"
Nolk turned his vast, purple head and grinned.
"So, you found me after all," he said. "I thought for sure those glasses would leave you stuck. But, I suppose I underestimated my lesser half."
"Nolk," Molk said. "You must listen to me. There is still time to find a better way to save our people! You cannot continue with this genocide!"
"Since when is survival genocide?" Nolk demanded, turning from his crystal structure.
As soon as his back was turned, Papa Smurf, Brainy, and the two Smurfs from that particular present hurried to the gigantic pyramid of trapped Smurfs, leaving the two aliens to continue their fight.
"Hmmm," said Papa Smurf, examining the lower crystals thoughtfully. "Apparently, this structure will not begin to work until all its pieces are in place. If we can shatter these crystals before Nolk has a chance to complete its construction, these Smurfs should suffer no ill effects from their imprisonment."
"Papa Smurf!" Brainy gasped, peering into one of the crystals. "The Smurf in this one is just a baby!"
"He really is out to kill all the Smurfs, isn't he," said Smurf the younger, positively aghast at the sight of the trapped baby Smurf.
A white flash nearly blinded them.
The Smurfs turned in surprise, and saw that Molk had changed his shape.
He was now flying towards the pyramid as a giant golden bird, obviously intending to collide with it, scattering the crystals and destroying the structure.
Nolk saw this too. He transformed into a wall of energy.
The golden bird was flying too fast to avoid the sizzling wall.
He slammed into it head first, tumbling to the ground in a flurry of lightening and feathers.
The lightening that was Nolk began to coalesce into a shape--the looming, alien shape of a Zhra'Bet.
Reaching down with his long, purple fingers, Nolk plucked his dazed brother from the ground and, drawing back his arm, tossed Molk over the treetops and out of sight.
Papa Smurf turned to his companions.
"Quick, everysmurf! Into the forest!"
The Smurfs were only just in time.
Nolk sat down and picked up the empty crystal he had dropped. Reaching into a deep pit beside him, he used his thin, powerful fingers to lift out a struggling baby Smurfling.
The Smurfling screamed and fussed at the top of its little lungs. It shot out burst after burst of magic from its tiny hands, trying in vain to free itself from the purple giant's steel-like grip.
The Smurfs found it horrible to see, but for all that, the Smurfling was acting as a very effective distraction.
"We must take advantage of this opportunity," said Papa Smurf. "Now, while he's still struggling with that poor little Smurfling. Smurf!"
He turned to Smurf the younger.
"Smurf that whistle!"
Smurf took a deep breath and blew into the whistle with all his might.
The shrill sound was so loud that the other Smurfs had to cover their ears with their hands.
The crystal structure began to tremble.
"I think it's working, Papa Smurf!" Brainy called over the noise. "It's shaking!"
Smurf paused in his whistle blowing to draw in another breath.
During the brief silence, the Smurfs realized the Smurfling was no longer crying.
Looking up, they found Nolk had succeeded in trapping the tiny Smurf in his crystal. He was now peering angrily down at them.
"Smurf," cried Papa Smurf. "Smurf that whistle again! Quickly!"
Smurf brought the whistle to his lips in preparation for a really terrific blow.
Before anything more than the slightest squeak could emerge from the tiny metal instrument, Nolk's long fingers descended.
"Run!" ordered Smurf the elder.
But it was too late. Nolk gathered up Papa Smurf and Smurf the elder in one hand and Brainy and Smurf the younger in the other.
Smurf the younger wiggled and squirmed until he could bring his whistle back to his mouth.
"Yagh!" Nolk exclaimed. "Stop that, you little blue twit! It's right in my ear!"
Brainy had the same sentiment, but his attention was fixed on the trembling structure.
"Smurf it again, Smurf!" he shouted. "I think one more should smurf it!"
"Oh, no you don't!" Nolk said, shaking the two Smurfs violently.
The sun came out from behind a cloud. One of its rays gleamed off of Brainy's glasses and shot directly into Nolk's segmented, red eye.
"Youch!" Nolk screamed, dropping the two Smurfs and pressing his hand to his eye. "The energy from this sun is so revolting! It's like drinking mud!"
"Run, Brainy!" Papa Smurf shouted from Nolk's other hand. "Run, Smurf! You've still got to smurf that whistle!"
"He'll do nothing of the kind, you meddling Smurf!" said Nolk. "I've only got two more crystals to fill to make my structure complete. You two will do quite nicely. I don't need them."
With a wide grin, the malevolent alien raised one clawed foot, aiming to bring it down on the dazed Smurfs' heads.
Brainy, who had landed on Smurf, was the first to recover. Jumping to his feet, he grabbed Smurf's arm and pulled him away from the danger.
Smurf's whistle was crushed beneath Nolk's clawed foot.
"Oh, no!" Smurf gasped.
Nolk laughed triumphantly.
"Ha! Now that you are no longer a threat to me, you worthless scraps, I believe I'll be magnanimous and let you go. That should make my soft-headed brother feel better. At least there'll be two Smurfs left on this world. After all, this is not genocide. It's what is necessary for survival."
Brainy and Smurf watched helplessly as Nolk shoved their struggling companions into separate crystals, then arranged them carefully at the peak of the pyramid.
"I think I'll give this troublesome little Smurfling the honor of sitting at the tip of my structure," Nolk said, laughing as he completed his pyramid. "He was the most difficult to trap. Now, all the energy of the five hundred Smurfs will be carried up and focused through his crystal! A fitting end for such a bothersome little energy morsel."
The two free Smurfs watched with wide, hopeless eyes as the crystalline pyramid began to function.
A low hum started as all the sparks and flashes of blue and pink that shot through the spaces between the crystals stopped flashing and became steady beams. The higher up the pyramid they went, the thicker the energy beams became until, at the very peak, the lavender ray was so thick and so bright that the Smurfs hiding in the nearby underbrush had to shield their eyes from it.
Through it all, they imagined they could hear the tortured screams of the little Smurfling in the top crystal. If the light was painfully bright from a distance, it must have been absolutely blinding from within.
As the beam gathered in strength and intensity, Nolk transformed himself into a shimmering cloud. As a cloud, he rose until he floated directly above the energy beam. He twitched and squirmed in pleasure as he absorbed the pure, concentrated energy of five hundred dying Smurfs.
"Oh, Brainy!" Smurf whispered, awed and horrified by the sight. "What can we possibly do to stop him?"
Brainy had never felt to utterly helpless and wretched in his whole life.
Papa Smurf was in there, his energy being sucked up by that horrid cloud. The whistle was broken, smashed beyond all hope of repair. It seemed they were doomed to sit by helplessly and watch as all that was Smurf was slowly destroyed.
Brainy found himself wishing he was there, with Papa Smurf. He mentally cursed his glasses for shining that beam in Nolk's face and dooming him to the torture of utter impotence.
His glasses...
Brainy's head snapped up.
"Smurf!" he exclaimed. "I believe I, Brainy Smurf, have smurfed up with a plan!"
Smurf brightened.
"What is it, Brainy?" he asked.
"My glasses! It's so simple, why didn't I see it before?"
"See what, Brainy?"
"Nolk is a creature of energy, right? He needs to smurf pure energy to survive."
"So?"
"So, if he smurfs energy that isn't totally pure he gets sick. That's the problem with the people on his planet. So, all we have to do is get him to absorb energy that isn't pure."
"How do we do that?" Smurf asked. "He's smurfing himself with pure energy right now. How could we get him to take in impure energy instead."
"No, not instead," said Brainy. "As well. If I use my glasses to focus the sun's energy on Nolk, the impurities he smurfs from that should taint the pure energy he's getting from the Smurfs! If I'm right, Nolk will end up with the cloud equivalent of a tummy ache. He'll think Smurf energy really isn't pure enough for him, so he'll stop absorbing it!"
"Amazing," Smurf exclaimed. "What should I do?"
"You can help me," Brainy said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out Molk's glasses.
"Here, take these. We've got to catch some rays!"
To Be Continued...
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"It is easy to pretend we are strong. It is much harder to admit we are weak. A true friend, by loving every part of us, teaches us to love our weaknesses."
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All I can say is... WOW!!!
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I am speechless, such a great story!
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posted 01-19-2012 10:09 PM
you're very good at keeping me on the edge of my seat, Rowena ;-)
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