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Once upon a time, in a land far, far away…

“Hold up a second. Neither is this a land far, far away, nor is it once upon a time! It never happened!”

Sabin placed his hands on his hips, his long white hair falling over his shoulders with a soft silky hiss.

Standing next to him, Ambrose nodded in agreement.

Look, I’m trying to tell a story here. It doesn’t have to be real.

“Well…”

Well nothing! You two go get into that darn chibi-fier so we can do this story right.

“Aww…”

GO! Ahem. Now that that’s out of the way… drat!

“Can’t think of what to say… Can you?”

Arg! Alright, fine, I’ll do it your way. It wasn’t once upon a time, and it wasn’t far away. But, it was another universe, with a very different sequence of events…

The sound of thunder echoed across the valley and along the road leading up towards the summit as another wave crashed into the shallow cliff face below an old, careworn house.

Legend had it that a giant built the house, as it seemed to be made of one entire piece of stone. But those who lived within thought otherwise. What seemed like a delicately carved house on the outside, worn by centuries of rain and storms, was actually a fabulously furbished house with polished oak floors and silk curtains whereever the eye looked.

All was quiet in the house. Or, at least would appear to be. If one walked throughout the halls to the backside of the house, they would hear the sounds of voices, and then… a child’s scampering feet.

"Here, puppy puppy."
"Want a new hole to say that out of?"

Laughing, Sabin leaned over the arm of the chair to look down at his wayward cousin.

"Come on, Amby..."

"AM-BROSE!"
Pouting, Sabin slid off the arm and sighed heavily.

The huge library was the favoured play place for the two tots, now at the aware age of five, they would seek out what fun they could within the shelves filled with old books.

Scattered about the room was a desk and table, as well as an assortment of chairs. The most favoured was a high back throne with blue velvet covering. It was in this chair that Ambrose sat, watching his cousin Sabin out of the corner of his eyes.

"You're no fun, you know that?"

Ambrose leapt down from the huge chair and stood facing Sabin.

"How am I no fun, Binny?"

"SABIN!"

Taking his turn to laugh, Ambrose ducked down and reached out to poke Sabin squarely in the stomach.

"Binny, Binny, Binny!"

Spinning about, Ambrose went to all fours and began running through the house.

With a howl of childish rage, Sabin took off after him, sliding throughout the shadows when he could to try and catch up. White hair streaked out behind him, fading to black and back to white again as he passed through one shadow to another.

Glancing behind him, Ambrose saw Sabin was catching up and skidded to a stop. Spinning about, he took off back the way he came.

“No fair!”

Sabin watched as Ambrose ran off down the hallway back to the library as he came out of the table’s shadow near the spot he figured he’d finally catch the half-wolf boy. Tears began to form and fall from his eyes.

“Ok, whoa. How is this supposed to be a story?”

Come on guys, it’s called an introduction. A way to get to know the characters, ya know?

“Ooh, great introduction. So far, we’ve seen that I’m a fast little wolf-boy and Sabin’s a slow shadow stalker.”

“Hey!”

“Just my opinion though.”

Sabin glared at Ambrose and scoffed.

“At least I have a better description than ‘Half-wolf boy’”

“Oy, that’s true! How come he’s got the better description?”

Cause I’m still GETTING to yours. It’s supposed to be more Sabin’s viewpoint than yours right now. But, if I have to keep stopping, I’m not certain I ever will get to yours…

“Alright, shutting up now. Sabin, you too.”

“Why should I? I mean I’m not the puppy.”

“Say that one more time out of context and I swear I will-”

Ah-HEM.

“Oh right.”

Ambrose threw a punch into Sabin’s shoulder.

“Come on, show me what a pathetic child you can be.”

“Path… Ooh… Just you watch.”

Ready? Good. Now, where was I..? Oh yes.

Ambrose stopped in his mad dash and turned to look back at Sabin. Standing on his hind legs, fists on hips, the blond haired, blue-eyed boy shook his head. The fur along his nose, forehead, cheeks and neck ruffled slightly with the shakes.

“Cry baby. Every time something doesn’t go your way; cry, cry, cry.”

“I’m not a baby!”

“Then why are you crying again?”

“I am not!”

Turning away, Sabin ran to the front door and opened it wide. The storm raged, as if daring him to step out into it.

Ambrose’s eyes widened and he cried out after him.

“Sabin! Don’t go outside! Mother told us…”

“I don’t care!”

Spinning to look at Ambrose, Sabin could feel the other two sets of eyes open on his face. The look that passed over Ambrose’s face as he stared at the wolf-boy with all six eyes gave him a slight feeling of glee. Giving a cruel smile, Sabin stepped backwards out the door, pulling it closed behind him.

Leaping forward, Ambrose caught the door just as it closed. Wrenching it open, he felt the sting of the rain as it blasted into his face. Waiting for the wind to change, he glanced about. Nothing. Nothing but the open field with the properly trimmed grass. Nothing but the wall of trees surrounding the yard. Nothing but the wind-torn sky above the cobblestone road.

There was no sign of Sabin anywhere.

“Ok. Woah. Wasn’t this supposed to be a happy story?”

Guys, what happened to allowing me to tell the tale?

“What happened to the cute, cuddly, happy-go-lucky tale you promised this would be? I mean… What did you do to Sabin?”

Ambrose tapped his foot and scowled.

He’ll return. Don’t worry. Honestly! Just get back into the scene.

Ambrose stepped out of the door and looked around, his mouth falling open slightly as he stared in shock. The storm rumbled once more and began to tamper off. As he began to jog across the yard, the first rays of sunlight broke through the clouds. Reaching the line of trees, he glanced up into the branches.

“Not here.”

“Not here. Not there. Not up. Not down. Nor Anywhere.”

Ambrose’s ears twitched and he looked to his right where a tall man with shockingly white hair stepped out. He was dressed in a formal suit, with a black-belted top hat upon his head. Hanging from his neck and off his left shoulder was a waist-long cloak with red-silken lining. Glancing to his face, Ambrose cried out as he saw the eyes.

“Binny…”

“Yes. I am Sabin.”

“What happened? How did you get so big?”

“That’s funny, I was about to ask why you were so small.”

“Small? I’ve always been this size. You’re the one who’s changed!”

Sabin shook his head, allowing his hair to fall over his shoulders.

“It’s been years since I saw you last. Do you mean to tell me that is your final form?”

“Final… years? How can it be years?! You just left the house, and I came out after you!”

“You never came for me. I waited… for hours before I just left. I came back here every year on this day to see if you were here. I was just about to leave when I heard you.”

Ambrose stepped back and slumped against the tree.

“This can’t be real…”

“I’m afraid it is. Now come on Ambrose. Aren’t you glad to see me? Or are you still upset?”

“Me? You were the one upset. You left the house when I told you not to.”

Chuckling, Sabin hung his head and began shaking it slowly back and forth.

“Ambrose… Ambrose… Ambrose…”

“Ambrose!”

Cold water splashed over his face and he sat up quickly. Coughing, Ambrose cleared his lungs of the water he’d breathed in and glanced up at the white haired man before him.

“Ah, wha…”

“You hit your head fairly badly on the shelf. You alright?”

“Uh… I guess.”

Glancing about the room, Ambrose saw an assortment of worried faces staring at him. Though, none could compare to the two girls standing nearby. One was very familiar with her straight, shoulder length chestnut brown hair and dark sparkling blue eyes. The other with her softly furred face framed by two whitish-gold streaks and long brown hair, beset by platinum-green eyes.

“Angelina…”

“Yes, I’m here Ambrose.”

Sitting next to him, she wrapped her arms about him and buried her face in his chest. Placing his arms about her, he tried to figure out what all was going on.

The other girl placed a hand on her hip and sighed.

“You’ve got the look of someone who’s lost.”

“Umm… just a bit.”

“Well then, let me explain. I’m Arania, the elven-drow in purple over there,” She waved her hand in her direction, where the woman in question waved. “Is Kamiki. You’re at our four year Gaia Anniversary celebration.”

“I am?”

Sabin laughed and patted Ambrose on the head, gaining a soft growl from him.

“Aye. I don’t know how they got us all together, but everyone’s here.”

Scoffing, Ambrose glanced around at all the faces. Giving another scoff, he was finally starting to remember. Shrugging, he looked up at Arania and Kamiki.

“Well then… Happy Gaiaversary to you both.”

“Happy Gaiaversary!”

See. Told ya it’d all work out in the end.

“I’m so confused…” Ambrose whimpered and crouched down, wishing he could go to a half form to cover his face with his tail. But the suit he was wearing hampering him from doing so.

Sabin coughed as he tried to stifle a laugh.

“At least you knew what was going on. Weren’t you? You’re entire backing me up was a joke!”

“Actually, no. I didn’t know what was going on until Arania and Kamiki grabbed me as I stepped out the door and de-chibified me.”

“Acting like you were… oh.”

Well, all’s well that ends well, no?

“Why, I outta…”

Ciao!

This most confusing Alternate Universe Comedy Story of Confusion is brought to you by Mousira.

Kamiki and Angelina are Copyright their player; Kamiki.

Arania, Sabin, and Ambrose are Copyright their player; Arania.

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