Hello and welcome to my next Muppet fanfic. This one's different than my previous works; it actually has nothing to do with them (except with the appearance of Julie). It's actually based on the Final Fantasy and Kingdom Hearts games. There are also allusions to these games throughout the story. Let me see if you can find them (but I'm going to post a list here when the story's over) And now, without further ado here's my next fanfic: The Legend of The Crystals Chapter One An Island In The Sun The Muppet Island was a peaceful and beautiful place. White beaches and turquoise sea water, as well as the crystal clear water from the river and lake characterized the island. A small village was situated on Muppet Island. The citizens were all friendly and a little weird. One should never expect normal things to happen; it was as futile as trying to calculate the vertex of a linear function. The village had a school, various shops, an inn, a doctor, a carpenter, a farm and a small harbor. A mansion was at the end of the village, surrounded by a swamp. This was where the village’s leader lived. Near the village was a jungle, where no lion slept. The outskirts of the jungle were safe but the deeper one got in there the more dangerous it got. This was also the reason the jungle was off-limits. A fence marked the point from which on no one was allowed to venture. Then there was a high mountain. Rumor had it that a temple from ancient times was up there. But as no one had climbed up to the top of the mountain for centuries, no one knew if it was true. The sun started to set on an especially hot summer day. Everybody had gone for a swim or kept themselves in the shadows to keep cool. As the sun slowly disappeared beyond the horizon, various villagers went home or to the bar, which was a part of the inn. A farmer watered the crops one last time. Mothers put their little children in bed, while the older children were doing their own things. Shops were closed for the night. Friends sat on the patio, drinking and talking. But a common meeting place for the adults was the bar. This was the place where they usually heard the newest things, save for a couple of women gossiping every day in the town square. “Here you are, Gonzo”, said Fozzie, giving his friend his ordered drink. Gonzo thanked him before taking a sip. Next to him sat his and Fozzie’s best friend, and the village’s leader, Kermit. The frog did not often show up in the bar as he also had a nephew to take care off. But when he could, he would come. Nearby the school teacher, Sam, was conversing with the owners of the inn, Wayne and Wanda. On stage Rowlf played piano. Other patrons were Lew Zealand, Thog, Crazy Harry, Marvin Suggs and the Newsman. The bar itself had a sturdy, rustically look. It was built from dark wood, as were there the furniture. Paintings of dogs playing poker, an old married couple, a screaming person and something abstract decorated the place. On Wanda’s insistence, there were also flowers decorating the bar. “Hey Kermit, who looks after Robin tonight?”, asked Fozzie. At the moment, he had no guests to take care off, for they all had their drinks. “Julie’s taking care of him”, replied the frog, drinking from his milk. “I bet that was easy”, commented Fozzie. “Yes. I mean, she just can’t say no”, added Gonzo. He put an arm around his friend. “But at least you can spend a few hours with us.” “But I can’t stay long. A guest arrives tomorrow early in the morning.” That got Fozzie and Gonzo interested. They had heard of a guest arriving but nothing more. This was why both leaned forward to hear more about this. “Really?” “Who?” “I don’t know myself. All I know is that he is also a leader but I don’t know from where.” Now that was interesting. They seldom got visits from other leaders, only from tourists. What could he want? Maybe he would arrive for barter transaction? Although no one had any idea what for. They had all they need. What more could they possibly want? But for Kermit, that did not matter at the moment. He was in the bar to take a little break and besides, he would know the following morning. “But enough of that. Let’s talk about something else”, he suggested. Now he was the one leaning forward and looking interested. “How are you two doing?” “I’m working on a comedy act. Listen to this, what’s a frog’s favorite drink?”, replied Fozzie. He paused for a moment and excitedly looked at his two friends. They in turn looked at him expectedly and waited for the answer. “Croaka Cola! Aaaaah! Wocka, wocka!” No one laughed at his joke. Kermit left the bar around midnight and made his way to Julie’s house. He saw a blond haired girl wearing glasses sitting on the front porch and looking at the starry night sky. She was already in her pajamas and in her dressing gown. “Oh hi, Kermit”, she greeted him. “Robin’s asleep in the living room. I’ll wake him for you.” Julie disappeared and reappeared, this time in company of a little frog. Robin’s eyes were half-closed and he could not really stand on his flippers anymore. Kermit picked him up. “Thank you for taking care of him tonight”, he said, his nephew fast asleep in his arms. “And don’t forget, you volunteered to give the visitor a reception. Actually, you agreed to do so as soon as I asked.” “I know. Why do you think I go to bed when you two are gone?”, she replied, a smirk on her face and an eyebrow raised. Kermit bid her a good night and left while she went back into the house. The streets were empty when he walked back to his mansion. Only his shadow, cast from the streetlights, as well as Robin were his companions. Nighttime was the only time when it was quiet on the island. There was always something happening on Muppet Island but Kermit would not give it up for anything in the world. He considered the villagers as his friends and family, even if they all had their disagreements from time to time. Kermit soon arrived at his mansion. He entered the empty building and made his way up the stairs to Robin’s room. He tucked the sleeping little frog in his bed before making his way off to his own bedroom. Both Kermit and Robin were the only occupants in the house, save for a robot that would clean-up. Once there were more frogs living here but they had moved out or, in case of Robin’s parents, gone on an expedition. So, it could be lonely in the mansion, which was the reason why both Robin and Kermit usually spent their time outside. Every day, Kermit did his best to ensure the others have nothing to worry about. The following morning found Julie standing at the harbor. She looked straight ahead at the sea, waiting for a ship to appear. Every now and then, a yawn would escape her and she would wonder why she agreed to do this anyway. There was hardly anyone around, except some Muppets who work at the harbor. Many other villagers were still at home, asleep in their comfy beds. They would not get out and meet the visitor until after he spoke with Kermit. Another yawn escaped Julie as the sun shone brightly from up above. She wished there was a shadowy place nearby as the sun’s hot rays were slowly getting unbearable. No matter at which time Julie would go to sleep, she was certainly not a morning person. Six o’clock was just too early for her; actually everything before at least eight o’clock was too early for her. She saw something on the horizon. Could it be the ship the guest was arriving on? At least Julie hoped so as she watched it steadily coming closer to Muppet Island. After what seemed like an eternity for her, the ship arrived at the harbor. A tall imposing figure appeared. He had a stern look on his old face. His whole demeanor suggested he was their guest. There was an air of authority, pride and wisdom over him. It was clear that he had been a leader for many years. The Muppets put a ramp to the ship for the guest to walk off of his ship. “Um, welcome to Muppet Island”, greeted Julie him, a friendly smile on her face but nervousness in her voice. “My name’s Julie and I’m here to give you a reception.” He looked over to her as she thought that what she just said sounded stupid. But she kept her friendly smile and added: “May I lead you to Kermit’s mansion?” “You may”, he said in his deep voice. Julie nodded and led him away from the harbor, but not without waving the others goodbye. A few Muppets were on the streets by now, opening their shops for the day or simply taking a walk. Those who saw the visitor cowered in respect from his very tall, imposing form. Both humans soon arrived on the swampy property and made their way to the mansion. Julie knocked three times and a robot opened the door. “Good morning, we have been expecting you”, said Eighties Robot and led the guest inside. “Well, I guess I’m not needed here anymore, so I’m off. Bye”, said Julie and left. Eighties Robot led the visitor to the library. Said room had many couches and various desks. Shelves with an overwhelming number of books filled the room. There seemed to be books on every existing topics and genres; it was a paradise for bookworms. Underneath a window, from which the sun shone a warm light into the room, sat Kermit, reading. He looked up from his book when he heard the visitor and Eighties Robot approaching. “Good morning, sir. Sit down”, said the frog politely. The guest sat down on a settee, a bit out of the sunlight. “May I bring you refreshments?”, asked the robot. “A coffee for me”, said Kermit before looking at his guest and adding: “And what would you like, sir?” “I’d like a coffee, too”, replied the guest. Eighties Robot nodded and left the two alone. For a moment, no words were said. The visitor sat on the settee like he would sit on a throne, upright and poised with an air of pride and supremacy. Kermit felt meek in his presence, so much that he even did not dare to say something for a while. “Welcome to Muppet Island, sir. I hope your reception did a good job”, he eventually dared to say. His visitor looked over at him, studying his appearance, and answered in his deep, calm voice: “She seemed to be a little inexperienced and she looked tired. But otherwise, she did a fairly good job.” “Ah, yeah, well… she’s not known as a morning person here. But she was the only one who would take the job.” Kermit decidedly neglected the mention that she was the first, and only, one he asked. Eighties Robot returned with a silver tray. Two cups of coffee, along with some milk and a bowl of sugar were placed on said object. He put the tray on the coffee table. “Are you in need of anything else?” “No thank you, Eighties Robot. I call you when we need anything else”, replied Kermit. Eighties Robot did something that resembled a bow and left them alone once again. From far away, random explosions could be heard at irregular intervals. The visitor gave Kermit a strange and perhaps a concerned look but the frog shrugged it off: “That happens all the time. By the way, I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Kermit The Frog.” He walked over to his guest and held out a friendly hand. His guest considered him for a moment and, seemingly deeming him worthy, shook his hand, saying: “I am Henry Delwyn.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mister Delwyn. To what to we owe your visit?” Crazy Harry cackled wildly while Fozzie, Sam, Wayne and Wanda were recovering from his explosion. Moments before, they had been talking about Mister Delwyn and Fozzie had said something about meeting him would be a blast. Unbeknownst to them, Crazy Harry was just behind them and what happened when he heard that little word was heard throughout the island. But as his explosions were common occurrences, they were ignored. Fozzie helped Wayne and Wanda cleaning everything up while Sam chastised Crazy Harry: “Such a behavior is appalling and not of good form. You should be more like Wayne and Wanda. They bring so much culture in this story and have, unlike you, honor.” “We only own an inn and a bar and we didn’t even do something in this story yet”, whispered Wayne to Wanda. “Do we even get a scene?”, she asked. “I have no idea.” Sam continued chastising Crazy Harry… and praising Wayne and Wanda. But Harry seemed to ignore his words. While Sam ranted on and on, a feather held aloft and looking straight ahead with a stern face, Harry cheerfully dusted of a lit bomb. “Will you hold it for me, please?”, he asked, holding out his bomb. “Uh what? Of course”, replied Sam, taking the bomb. “Now then, as I was saying…” He paused and looked down at his wings, having just realized what exactly he was holding. The bomb’s fuse was nearly gone by now. Sam looked straight ahead at the readers, his eyes half-open and his eyebrows forming a straight line. Then the bomb exploded, covering the eagle in soot. He had not moved a muscle when it happened. Harry laughed gleefully and Fozzie let out his “Wocka! Wocka!”. Even Wayne and Wanda were laughing, although they turned away from Sam and stifled it behind their hands. “I find such behavior impious”, said the eagle tonelessly. The laughter eventually died down and fallen tables and chairs were repositioned and cleaned off of the soot. Wanda then pulled the males back inside. “Come on. I have to cook for everyone and I could use your help. Yours, too, Rowlf.” Said dog was currently on a couch in the reception area, taking a nap. He woke up when Wanda spoke to him and saying “Yes, ma’am.” he followed them into the kitchen. A feast was held later in honor of their guest. Several tables were set in the plaza, which were stressed by the sheer amount of potatoes, meat, vegetables, fish, fruit and beverages. Every islander, adults and children alike, sat there as they filled their plates and cups. Kermit sat at the head of the table with Mister Delwyn to his right and Robin to his left. Most were chatting but Mister Delwyn simply ate in silence and just listened to their conversation. “Uncle Kermit, can I play with the others on the beach later?” “Sure. But only when someone looks after you. Would you do it, Julie?” Said girl had just taken a bite out of her steak and thus simply nodded in answer. “Did you get an answer for your application yet?”, asked Robin after she swallowed the bite. A crestfallen looking Julie let out a sigh: “Nothing. I’ve sent applications to every magic institute I could think of but nothing.” “Hey, it’ll be alright. You’re getting an acceptance letter sooner or later”, Kermit tried to cheer her up. “And if not, we’ll look for an abandoned island where you can try to teach yourself.” A half-smile appeared on her face and she let out a chuckle. “Magic institute?”, asked Mister Delwyn, who had listened to the conversation. “Yes, Mister Delwyn. You see, Julie’s a mage but she can only cast low-level magic. She’s trying to get accepted to a magic institute to improve her magic.” “Ah I see. And what kind of magic, Miss, do you specialize in?”, he looked interested at her. “Um, elemental magic like fire and water and healing magic”, she replied in a petty voice. “Hm, I’ll see what I can do”, Mister Delwyn said. Julie, Kermit and Robin looked at him questioningly but he did not say anything more on that matter. When everyone had eaten their fill, the children ran up to the beach with Julie in tow. Setting up a net and marking the field with sticks, the children got ready for a little beach volleyball. Julie was supposed to keep track on the score. But because she was not fond of volleyball, or any ballgame for that matter, she did it with little to no enthusiasm. Thankfully for her, it was over soon. While she put everything away, Robin played a tag with his friends. A humanoid Muppet with brown hair was it. The others ran, or in Robin’s case, hopped away from him as he tried to catch them. With a big leap, he caught a blond kid. He was a little slower so it took longer for him to tag someone. They played for a long time until it was late afternoon when they all sat down, exhausted, underneath the palm trees, where Julie had watched over them. “I could use a drink”, said the brown-haired humanoid Muppet, Stan his name. “Me, too”, agreed his blond-haired friend, Adam. “How about I get you something?”, Julie offered. The children assailed her with requests of what they wanted. Julie had a hard time keeping track on their requests before she announced she will simply get some water and juice. “Hey, what are we gonna do?”, asked Sheldon. “We could go swimming!”, suggested Robin. So, when Julie got back with the refreshments, the children all ran to the turquoise water. The cool water felt terrific on a hot day like this. Even many adults joined them, like Fozzie, Rowlf, Gonzo, Lew Zealand and Kermit. Laughter was heard through the island from the playing Muppets and the Muppets, and human girl, watching.