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Topic: Brainy's Glasses: A Smurf Fanfic
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Rowena
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posted 01-26-2012 05:15 AM
Hi from the train from London to Birmingham!
The first phase of my research trip is done, now it's on to the second: hopping up the UK to Scotland, stopping at various libraries/archives along the way.
The hotel I was at in London didn't provide internet service to its patrons, but this train does, so I figured why not take a break from studying and play for a while with the Smurfs! Let's see if I can finish editing this before I get to Birmingham...
I hope you'll like this next chapter:
Chapter Ten: Smurf's Village
Molk had been flung a great distance from Nolk and the mushroom clearing. On top of that, he had been terribly dazed when he flew head-first into Nolk's energy wall.
By the time he recovered enough to shape shift into his natural energy cloud form, Nolk had already initiated the Smurf energy beam.
"No..." Molk gasped. "I can't be too late!"
Molk realized that many of the older or weaker Smurfs trapped in the crystal pyramid would inevitably die. But, with luck, he could still be in time to stop Nolk from destroying the Smurfs completely.
Molk zapped himself to the mushroom clearing as a flash of light--only to see Nolk wriggling and writhing in discomfort above the lavender energy beam.
Looking around, Molk saw two faint beams of sunlight shining at Nolk from somewhere in the trees. This impure energy, so roughly and imprecisely focused, was contaminating the pure energy Nolk was trying to absorb.
Molk searched for the sources of those tiny beams, scanning the leafy tree branches.
"Brainy," he realized, delighted to find his brother hadn't captured all the Smurfs. "It's Brainy and another Smurf. Those clever little creatures are using the lenses from those glasses to harness the sun's rays! Well, I can do better than that..."
Transforming himself into a much more powerful lens, Molk saw to it that his brother was positively saturated with impure Earth sunlight.
Nolk was now obviously sickening. The once shimmering cloud became dull and wispy.
In an effort to save himself, Nolk drifted away from the lavender energy beam, clearly believing it was the source of the impurities he had absorbed.
Molk took full advantage of his second half's weakened state. Transforming himself back into an energy cloud, Molk shot over to his brother as quick as lightening, and proceeded to re-absorb him.
Smurf looked up at the two clouds in amazement. He turned to Brainy, and realized the younger Smurf couldn't see what was happening.
"Brainy," he said, "put on your glasses and look at this!"
Replacing his glasses over his eyes, Brainy stood beside Smurf and stared in wonder as the two clouds of brilliant energy merged together to form one. Then, the glimmering cloud swooped over to the crystal pyramid, where more than half of the crystals now stood empty.
The cloud formed itself into a tuning fork, then struck itself against a tree.
A sharp, pulsing sound that was felt more than heard echoed throughout the entire forest.
The crystal pyramid shattered into shards so small they were virtually invisible.
The surviving Smurfs fell to the ground in a heap, then started struggling weakly to their feet.
Smurf and Brainy searched the all-too-thin crowd of weakened, confused Smurfs for the familiar, white bearded faces of Papa Smurf and Smurf the elder.
They finally found them at the far end of the crowd, surrounded by tiny, crawling baby Smurflings.
"Papa Smurf!" Brainy cried, pushing through the confused crowd. "Are you all right?"
Papa Smurf grinned proudly and clapped his anxious little Smurf on the shoulder.
"I don't think I've ever been better," he said. "Your quick thinking in a time of utter hopelessness has saved all that is Smurf! When Nolk forced me into that crystal, I truly believed we were all going to die. But, thanks to your glasses, our village is saved. Look here, Brainy."
Papa Smurf gestured to the dozens of exhausted Smurflings teeming about their feet.
"Thanks to you, the Smurfs will go on."
For once in his life, Brainy Smurf was speechless.
He was a hero, a real hero, but he didn't feel like one. He didn't feel triumphant, or boastful, or proud. He just felt tired, and powerfully, overwhelmingly relieved that it was over, and Papa Smurf was OK.
He looked down at his feet, unsure how he should reply to Papa Smurf's praise.
"Well," he said, "Smurf helped."
Papa Smurf looked at him, concerned at his un-Brainy-like behavior.
"Brainy," he said, "are you all right?"
Brainy smiled and felt his eyes welling up with tears behind his glasses. Before he quite realized it, he had embraced Papa Smurf in a tearful hug.
"I'm just so happy you're safe, Papa Smurf," he said.
Papa Smurf was surprised and pleased at this astonishing behavior from the most pompous of his little Smurfs. He returned Brainy's heartfelt hug, then looked him in the eye.
"I'd say it's about time we were smurfing home, wouldn't you, Brainy?" he asked with a smile.
"Of course, Papa Smurf," Brainy replied, wiping his eyes. "But how?"
"Father Time," Papa Smurf called.
At once, a tall, elderly man with a bald head and a long, white beard appeared out of thin air. He carried a sickle and was dressed in white.
"Ah, Papa Smurf," the old man smiled. "I see you've managed to save the timeline. Congratulations."
"Who me?" said Papa Smurf. "I got myself captured! The congratulations goes to Brainy here. He used his glasses to pollute the energy Nolk was absorbing from the rest of us Smurfs. If it hadn't been for him, none of us would have survived."
Brainy blushed a little and straightened his glasses.
"I think you'll be pleased to know that none of the baby Smurflings were absorbed," Father Time said. "Their protective magic saved them from the fate of too many of their elders. However, most of that protective magic was absorbed. I'm afraid if I were to return these baby Smurflings to their homes around the world, they would be completely unable to defend themselves. Can you think of anysmurf who is responsible enough, and willing enough to take on the responsibility of raising one hundred vulnerable little Smurfs, Papa Smurf?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.
Papa Smurf smiled at him with a knowing twinkle in his eye.
"I'd try asking that young Smurf over there to take the job," he said, pointing to Smurf the younger, who was busy explaining to Smurf the elder how Brainy had used his glasses to save the day.
"I'm certain there's nothing he'll like better."
Father Time nodded.
"Very well then. Ready to go back home?"
Brainy and Papa Smurf looked at each other, then back to Father Time.
"Ready," they chorused.
"Then I'll see you Smurfs later. Drop by my cave some time. We'll have tea."
"I'd enjoy that very much, Father Time," said Papa Smurf.
"Me too!" said Brainy.
And with that, the two Smurfs from the future were gone, returned to their own village.
Many of the Smurf survivors had already left on their way back to their distant, isolated homes.
A few lay stretched out, napping on the ground, still too exhausted from their ordeal to start on their home trips.
Only two seemed to take any notice of the hoard of crawling, giggling, napping, crying baby Smurflings that had been left behind.
Father Time strode up to them.
"Young Smurf," he said.
Smurf looked up in surprise.
"Hello, Father Time! What are you doing here?"
"I came to restore Papa Smurf and Brainy to their proper time, and to deal with Mnoollkk."
"Who in Smurfnation is Mnoollkk?" asked the older Smurf.
"You'll see," said Father Time airily.
The younger Smurf spoke up.
"So, Papa Smurf and Brainy are already gone. That's too bad, I really wanted to thank them. Especially Brainy."
"Don't worry about it too much," Father Time said. "I'm sure you'll get your chance in the future. For now, I have a question to ask you."
"Smurf away," said Smurf.
"These little Smurflings can no longer survive on their own. They were brought here from nearly every corner of the globe. They're going to need caring, responsible guidance and protection if they're to live to grow up."
"Oh, my Smurfness!" Smurf exclaimed. "You mean that none of these little Smurflings have their protective powers?"
"They were all absorbed by Nolk. On top of that, all these Smurfs are far too concerned with getting back to their own homes to bother with these Smurflings. They have no Smurf to care for them."
The young Smurf looked up, nervous but determined.
"I'll do it, Father Time," he said staunchly. "I'll watch over these little ones."
"Are you sure you understand the implications of this decision, young Smurf," Father Time asked seriously, though he already knew the answer, better than Smurf himself did.
"I believe so," Smurf answered hesitantly. "But, we'll need somewhere to live. My old home's been swallowed up by its own tree. Besides, it's far too small to fit all these Smurflings. How many are there anyway, Father Time?"
"Oh, about a hundred, I'd say."
The young Smurf staggered.
"A hundred! Amazing."
"Do you still want the job?"
The young Smurf looked Father Time straight in the eye.
"Yes, Father Time," he said. "I do."
Father Time smiled warmly.
"Then, it's yours."
The old man turned to the shimmering cloud that had been hovering at the edge of the clearing all this time and said, "I believe you mentioned you needed homes for these little Smurflings."
"I did," Smurf confirmed.
"Then, I know someone who will be only too willing to assist you, young Smurf. Mnoollkk!" he called out.
Instantly, a cloud was at his side. The Smurfs recognized it as the combined form of Molk and Nolk.
"You have found a way for us to make up to the Smurfs for the pain we have caused them?" the cloud inquired eagerly. Its voice had a strange, dual echo to it, almost like two tape recorders playing the same message slightly out of sync.
"I have. This brave young Smurf and these defenseless little Smurflings need good, long-lasting homes to live in. Do you think you could think of something?"
"We could construct stable homes by altering the structures of these mushrooms," the cloud echoed. "They would afford good camouflage as well."
"What do you think, young Smurf?" asked Father Time.
Smurf looked thoughtful.
"Houses smurfed out of mushrooms? Well, I suppose that will be all right, as long as they're dry and sturdy."
"They will be perfect to suit your needs, Smurf," the cloud echoed. "We must construct a village for you as an expression of our sorrow for the lives we have stolen and of our thanks for the insight you have given us into a way to save our people from eminent starvation."
"We did?" said the older Smurf, completely baffled. "How in Smurfnation did we do that?"
"The Smurf with the glasses showed us the answer. We will amplify and focus the waning energy of our sun to bathe our moon in its energy. This should sustain us until our sun recovers. We can never thank you enough, or apologize enough."
"Oh," was all the older Smurf could think to say.
"Well, Mnoollkk," said Father Time, "you get busy. I'll send you back home once you've finished. You'll have plenty of time to save your people, I promise you."
"We thank you, Father Time," echoed the cloud, and it drifted off to get to work.
"Well, it's time I was getting along too," said Father Time, pulling out an hourglass. "Oh, one last thing before I go."
He turned to Smurf the younger.
"You might want to do something about that little Smurfling before he hurts himself."
Father Time flipped the hourglass and vanished.
The two remaining adult Smurfs looked in the direction Father Time had indicated.
There, crawling along as best he could, was the most accident prone little Smurfling that could be imagined. If there was a pebble in his path, he banged his knee against it. If there was a slight dip in the grass, he slipped and fell. He crashed into the side of every mushroom he came across, and even crawled right into the other Smurflings.
"I'm afraid there might be something wrong with this Smurfling," the younger Smurf said, watching with concern as the infant crawled straight into a tree, then simply sat there, crying.
Smurf rushed over and picked him up.
The little Smurfling stopped crying and snuggled into his arms.
The older Smurf came over to look at him.
"Hmm," he said. "Wasn't he the Smurfling Nolk put in the top crystal?"
"I think so."
He held up a hand with one finger extended and moved that finger back and forth in front of the baby's face.
The baby reached hesitantly out for it, but always in the wrong place, even when the older Smurf held his hand perfectly still.
"Do you think being in the top crystal, where all the harnessed energy was concentrated, has had some effect on him?" Smurf the younger asked anxiously.
"It's possible," said the older Smurf, stroking his neatly trimmed beard. "That energy beam was incredibly bright. Maybe his little eyes were dazzled."
The younger Smurf snapped his head up.
"His eyes!" he exclaimed. "That's it! This poor little Smurfling must have been blinded by the concentrated energy of five hundred Smurfs!"
Clutching the giggling baby in his arms, the Smurf ran across the half-finished village to where Mnoollkk was still transforming the natural mushrooms that grew in the clearing into spacious, comfortable little homes.
"Mnoollkk!" the Smurf cried.
The sparkling energy cloud paused in its work.
"Yes?" came its strange, echoy voice.
"Would you mind taking a look at this Smurfling," he said. "He was in the top crystal when the pyramid was destroyed. I'm afraid the concentrated energy beam may have damaged his eyes. Is there anything you can do to help him?"
Mnoollkk hovered over the pair for a few moments, then moved away.
"We are very sorry to have been the cause of this," the cloud echoed. "We are afraid the damage inflicted by the beam is irreversible."
"Is there nothing you can do?" asked the Smurf desperately.
"There is something you can do," the cloud replied.
The Smurf looked up.
"Anything," he said.
"You must gather the finest sand and melt it down into glass," echoed the cloud. "If you do this, we will do the rest. We will also leave you instructions when we go home so you can perform the operation yourself when necessary in the future. Again, we apologize for the harm we have inflicted on this Smurf."
The young Smurf thought hard for a few moments, then looked up at the cloud.
"I believe my old friend the Sandman possesses the finest sand in the world. But, it's a long journey to his home on foot. I'll have to leave these little Smurflings in the hands of poor old Smurf. I hope he won't mind delaying his departure for a few days."
"What was that about delaying my departure?" came a familiar voice from behind them.
The younger Smurf turned around.
"Smurf," he said, "Mnoollkk says the damage done to this Smurfling's eyes is irreversible. But, they can help him. I'm going to have to leave the village for a few days to gather the ingredients they require. Would you mind very much smurfing over the Smurflings while I'm gone?"
The older Smurf looked uncomfortable for a few moments, then sighed.
"All right, Smurf. I'll do my best. But, I'm really not cut out to be a Smurfling-sitter."
The younger Smurf grinned.
"I know you'll do fine," he said. "I really can't thank you enough. I should be back in a few days."
He held out the blind Smurfling and the older Smurf gathered him up in his arms.
"Smurf special attention to him," he said.
The older Smurf nodded.
"I will. Don't you worry about a thing. Just smurf back here super quick!"
The younger Smurf nodded, then hurried away, eager to start out on his mission.
To Be Concluded...Next Time!
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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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Rowena
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posted 01-27-2012 02:34 PM
Hi again!
The research trip is going quite well so far. About 9 days to go and 5 more cities to visit before I get back to school and have to sort out and write up all the great stuff I've been gathering from all these libraries. I can't believe I've already filled up a whole notebook!
In the meantime, here's the final chapter of "Brainy's Glasses." Thank you very much for taking the time to read my story, and for all your smurftastic comments. I hope you'll enjoy this last bit! ![[Big Grin]](biggrin.gif)
Chapter Eleven: Papa Smurf Comes Home
The journey was arduous and took much longer than Smurf had originally thought. The Sandman didn't even recognize him at first. The Smurf had been so worried about the blind little Smurfling back at the village that he hadn't remembered to magically stop his beard growth, and he didn't care. The longer the bristles grew the less they bothered him until, finally, he forgot they were there all together.
By the time the Sandman had remembered him and given him the Sleepy Sand he'd requested, Smurf's beard was half grown.
By the time Smurf finally returned to the new mushroom village with his treasure, he had a full grown beard.
"Suits you, actually," the older Smurf said when he saw him.
"It makes me look silly," the younger Smurf objected. "As soon as this poor Smurfling's been seen to, I'm going to get rid of it."
The older Smurf shrugged.
"Well, suit yourself. I think it makes you look kinda dignified."
Smurf laughed, unconvinced, then ran off to build a fire hot enough to melt the fine Sleepy Sand down into glass.
As Smurf worked, the sparkling energy cloud that was Mnoollkk drifted over, watching until the last of the Sleepy Sand had melted. Mnoollkk then surrounded and enveloped the glowing, molten glass, twisting it and forming it and altering it.
Some minutes later, the cloud rose into the air again.
Smurf stepped forward, and saw two small, flat, round lenses on the ground. The glass lenses were held together by a sturdy frame of black metal.
Smurf smiled and picked them up.
"Why, these are just like Brainy Smurf's glasses, from the future!" he exclaimed. "What a smurfy idea! If they worked for him, they'll probably work for this little Smurfling."
Mnoollkk rose slightly higher, then spoke.
"The village for the remaining Smurfs has been completed," they said. "We are very sorry for all the deaths we have caused. Now our food shortage has been solved, we will make sure none of our kind ever preys upon Smurfs again. Nolk admits that Molk was correct. No one species is more deserving of life than another. We only hope you can accept our apology, though we know it will never replace those you have lost."
Before Smurf could say anything, Mnoollkk shot into the air like a bolt of blue lightening and was gone.
Smurf stared after them for a few moments, unsure how to feel about either of them, then rushed at once to find the little blind Smurfling.
He found him alone by a tree, feeling around for a block he'd lost track of. He seemed at the point of tears.
"Poor little Smurfling," Smurf said, lifting the baby into his arms. "These should help you find your blocks. And, anything else you might want to see."
Gently, he slipped the tiny pair of glasses over the baby's damaged eyes.
The baby blinked up at him in surprise. Then, he looked around himself and clapped his little hands.
"Well, little one!" Smurf exclaimed happily. "It looks like these glasses are just what you needed. I wonder what Brainy would say if he saw you. He has glasses too, you know, and he's done very well with them. If it hadn't been for his glasses, none of us would be here right now. No, not even you."
The tiny Smurfling reached up and pulled playfully at Smurf's reddish-brown beard.
"Papa!" he burbled with a huge, innocent smile.
"Well, youngin'," came the voice of the older Smurf.
Smurf gave a start and turned to face his friend.
The old Smurf was grinning broadly behind his trim, white beard. He had obviously taken the time to even out the ends while Smurf was away.
"Looks like he knows you already," he siad.
Smurf's eyes widened with a sudden realization. He turned his astonished look to his older companion, who nodded.
"Seems to me like you've finally gotten what you've always wanted, Papa Smurf," he said. "A family."
"Papa Smurf," he whispered to himself, hardly able to believe it.
He looked down at the spectacled Smurfling.
"And I've been telling you about Brainy," he said, "while all the time, he was you!"
The older Smurf smiled.
"Isn't it amazing the way some things turn out?"
"Stay with us," said young Papa Smurf. "I've never done this before. I don't know the first thing about raising Smurflings!"
"What makes you think I know any more about it than you?" asked the older Smurf with a chuckle. "Don't worry, I'll smurf by from time to time to see how you're smurfing. Though, from what I've already seen, I'd say everything's going to smurf out just smurfily."
He held out his hand.
The other Smurf shifted the weight of the spectacled baby he was holding and took it.
The two Smurfs stayed that way for a few moments, expressing their friendship with the emotion their eyes and the pressure of their palms.
Then, finally, the older Smurf broke away.
"See you around, Papa Smurf," he said, hoisting his rucksack up onto his back and taking up his sturdy hiking stick.
Before he left, he turned to the baby in Papa Smurf's arms.
The tiny Smurfling stared up at the older Smurf through his thick glasses with wide eyed interest.
"And, I'll see you in a hundred years, Brainy Smurf."
The little Smurfling stretched out his tiny, blue hand and tweaked the older Smurf's nose.
Papa Smurf laughed.
"Looks like he likes you. Are you sure you don't want to stay?"
The older Smurf shook his head.
"Nope. It's the open road for me. It's for you to be the Papa. I'm satisfied to be more of a grandpa."
Papa Smurf smiled.
"All right then, Grandpa Smurf. Smurfy travels."
"Thanks, youngin'. I'm sure they will be."
With one final look around the village and all the crawling, crying, laughing, inquisitive little Smurflings in it, Grandpa Smurf turned on his heel and marched away into the sunset.
Papa Smurf watched him go, wondering suddenly if he was making the right decision, tying himself down for untold centuries to the extraordinary responsibility of raising one hundred young Smurfs.
He thought back to his days of lone exploration, going and doing whatever he pleased whenever he wished without a thought to any others.
Then, he looked down at the tiny Smurfling in his arms.
The spectacled infant had fallen asleep while he'd been musing. A tiny blue thumb was in his little mouth, which was curved up in the contented smile of happy dreams.
Abruptly, all his doubts vanished. Surely, raising this village would be the greatest challenge, and the smurfiest adventure, anysmurf ever had.
Papa Smurf smiled and turned his back on the road the older Smurf had taken.
He decided he'd keep the beard.
The Beginning...
So, what'd you think???
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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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Amy Sue Smurfette
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posted 01-27-2012 03:40 PM
very cute and very sweet, Rowena :-)
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SmurfFan82874
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posted 02-02-2012 08:33 AM
Very smurfy! I really like this story. It seems professional to me. ![[Wink]](wink.gif)
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Rowena
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posted 02-11-2012 04:57 PM
Thank you so much! This one's my favorite of all the Smurfs stories I've written (so far), and it means a lot to me to know you liked it.
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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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