From Arkham to Paris, Saturday Night/Sunday Morning

[lockestheway]

The moment the alien meteor was launched out into space, the island shuddered ever so slightly, a tiny tremor, easily overlooked in the confusion of the fight. If she could breathe, there would have been a sigh of relief.

The magic users had done their very best, but there was damage that went deep into the heart of the land, and it would take time for the island to heal herself. Now that the meteor was gone, she stood a fighting chance.

Hours passed; the sun set, and Fandom could feel new life beginning to swell forth, within and without, but the last vestiges of Other and Wrong stubbornly clung to her still. She fought back just as hard, another tremor shaking through the bedrock deep below the surface, and she came to a decision. If all of the evil wouldn’t fly back up to the stars, then she would push it down, into the darkness, where it could touch neither her nor the creatures who lived on her surface.

Toward dawn she made the final effort, shoving what felt Wrong as far from her as she could, and then she jumped away as fast as she was able, hoping to leave what was Other where they had found it as she aimed for something the opposite of where they’d been: somewhere safe, inoffensive, a little cliche...

Welcome to Eurodisney, Fandom. The Cafe Mickey is right across the pond, and you look like you need a drink.

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