Disclaimer: Everyone, except Rose and Albany, are not mine. The song inserted in the story is likewise not mine. The song is from the movie Thumbelina. Those of you familiar with the movie, I know I've got Jasmine's singing the part of the prince, but it just makes more sense if Jasmine sang that part, isn't it? Anyway, enjoy the first part of the clan's July adventures
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It was July 7, nighttime. I was alone on the outside of the castle. The mild night wind teased my hair and caressed my skin. Life has been rough a few days ago. Losing Brooklyn was hard. I still suffered from a broken heart, but it was mending slowly.
Tygra was being understanding of the situation as were the rest of the Thundercats. We had spent all day yesterday and today in the city. All of us. We carefully watched for anything suspicious, but there was nothing. It was quite uneventful, which was good. We didn’t need a replay of what happened to Tygra (From Third Earth to Manhattan).
Something did happen last night (July 6). As I lay in bed, ready to fall asleep, a ball of flame appeared in my room. As quick as lightning, I snapped on my bedside lamp and leaped out of bed. I watched as a familiar gargoyle fell on the floor. It was Brooklyn, alone and just as I saw him before he aged forty years.
Brooklyn groaned as he picked himself up, “Now where am I?” He looked up at me and that smile he usually gave me came to his beak.
“Jasmine! I’ve missed you so much!” He rushed forward and embraced me. I returned his embrace, reminding myself that this wasn’t the Brooklyn that had Sata for a mate. Not yet, anyway.
“I’ve missed you too,” I answered.
“I probably won’t be staying long.”
“I understand. I’ll always try to understand.”
“Then you’ll understand that…I’ve got to go!”
“So soon?” I backed up.
“It happens. Sometimes I stay for only a few minutes, weeks, or years. Goodbye, Jasmine.” The phoenix’s flames appeared, then disappeared, taking Brooklyn with it.
“Goodbye Brooklyn,” I whispered to the air. I fell on the bed and cried myself to sleep.
I snapped back to the present (July 7) by the familiar flame of the phoenix yards in front of me. From the ball, came Brooklyn and Sata with their family, the ones who left July 4th.
“Brooklyn, Sata. How nice to see you. I have so much to tell you,” I greeted.
“There’s no need, Jasmine. I know everything that’s happened since I first began my time travel.”
“You-you do?” I was speechless.
“Yes. I know about you and Tygra being in love. Though, I was mad when I saw it.”
“What did you see?”
“I can’t tell you. It’s one of the rules of time travel.”
“Oh, of course. Brooklyn, you know I still love you.”
“I’ve told you. We can’t be mates anymore. It’s over.”
“What about Rose and Albany?”
“What about them?”
I stared at him in disbelief. Unable to stare at him anymore, I let out a scream of frustration, then leaped off the castle. I clung to the stone strip in the middle of the building and fumed. Brooklyn was acting like a know-it-all. Not at all like the gargoyle I knew and fell in love with. He didn’t even care about our children. Suddenly, an orange and black shape plummeted past me. I caught a glimpse of the face as it past me.
“TYGRA!” I screamed. I let go of the stone and dove toward the Thundercat. I grabbed him just as Goliath did with Elisa when they first met, but I found an updraft that carried us up.
“Thanks, Jasmine,” Tygra said.
“I wouldn’t let anything happen you. Not as long as I’m around.” With that, I began to sing a song that proved my feelings . After our flight, we returned to the castle. I saw the other Thundercats with Brooklyn and his family as we landed. As soon as Tygra’s feet were on the ground, he walked up to Brooklyn.
“Why did you throw me off the castle?” he asked.
“He what!” I exclaimed.
Brooklyn chuckled slightly. “I guess I’m still jealous.”
“Brooklyn, how could you?” I scolded.
“It was very easy,” he answered.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know. I already admitted that I was jealous.”
“Then, how about answering my question about Rose and Albany.”
“They seemed fine to me. They don’t need me.”
“Yes, they do. They need a father.”
“It’s not going to be me. We shouldn’t have had Albany.”
“Brooklyn!” I was seeing red, I was so mad.
“Well, I’m glad you did have Albany,” Tygra spoke up. “And I promise to be a good father, if Brooklyn won’t.”
“You will?” I asked.
“Of course.”
I smiled at Tygra. “Thank you.”
“It’s my pleasure.” Taking my hand, he led me inside the castle. “How about we look for them? We could take them off one of your clan members’ hands.”
“I’d love to.” How could I possibly still love Brooklyn when he was acting like a know-it-all? Tygra was acting like the type of person I could love. My pining for Brooklyn was nearly gone. My heart now belonged to another. Now and forever.
Read the next adventure, "Rosanna"
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