|Seussical: What Really Happened
Author: Seussetta PM
The world of Seuss is not as we know it to be. It is dark and on the brink of existence. Could one human girl be the hero they have been searching for?Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Adventure - Chapters: 19 - Words: 53,092 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 05-21-13 - Published: 10-24-11 - id: 7492994
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As you can probably tell, I am a Seussical fanatic and I decided to write a new version of the musical. I know some of you are probably thinking 'this is going to be terrible' but PLEASE give it a chance!
This part is what I call the prologue, which is kinda like a meeting between four people (which you will find out who are, if you don't know already). It also gives a few hints on what to expect in the story and why Seuss isn't what you know it as.
Disclaimer: Just to let people know, I do not own rights to Seussical or the Dr Seuss genre; that belongs to Dr Seuss Enterprise, Lynn Ahrens, Stephen Flaherty and Universal Studios. If anything comes up that you think you own, please accept my apology. The only things I own are Kirsty, the colour source and ( as I call it ) Act 3. If I see anything else, I will let you know. Also, If you want to do something with this, then I am okay, as long as you mention me!
Hope you enjoy this story!
Prologue: The Meeting
"He will see you soon, gentlemen," a woman told her latest arrivals, pointing them to a door.
In a dark hallway, a young man was waiting a very important meeting, with whom he called, his boss. The man's appearance was quite professional, yet somehow unusual and strange in the way he tried to blend in with the shadows. He thought it was very peculiar for his boss to summon him at such late notice. He rarely had meetings with his boss at all, as often he just got messages. This had to be serious, if he wanted to see him in person. With the young man sat two others, each about a third of the height of him. They looked quite uncomfortable in their clothing and tried desperately to get out of this professional outing, but with little success.
A few minutes after they had just come in, a noise broke out, quite like a crash. The young man became suddenly alert and opened the door beside him, with shaky hands, to find someone inside, sitting on a very large chair, at a desk, his face and body covered up by the darkness in the room.
This was his boss.
"You wanted to see me?" the young man asked, trying to hide his anxiety. His companions hid between his own legs, almost as nervous as he was.
"Yes," his boss said, his voice sounding much more mature than the young man's did. "Please sit, all of you. We have important things to discuss."
As the three sat down on size suitable chairs in front of him, his boss straightened up and got down to business. "Your last choices were..." he began, trying to find the right word. " Let's just say, completely terrible. You need to try harder. I have given you way too many chances, you know that."
"I know," the young man replied, crouching down in disgrace. He knew what his boss had said was true. He had tried so many times, but each one he found wasn't the right one. "It is just, that…" He sighed. "I don't know. Every person I try; they just aren't up to the task at hand." He looked worryingly at his boss, a pleading look in his eyes. "I have tried every single one you have given me."
His boss looked at each of the three men, got a small document out of his jacket pocket and handed it to the young man, with a smile on his face. "Not this one..."
As the three men studied the document, the young one raised an eyebrow. On the page, was a photograph of a young human (the name his boss called their species) girl, about three or so years old. There was nothing special about her; she looked the same as most of the kids he had visited in his usual job, in fact, she looked quite usual. He gave his boss a puzzling look. Could this girl really be the chosen one? "Are you sure this is the one we are looking for? She looks pretty boring. And besides, isn't she a bit too young to have such a big responsibility?"
His boss shook his head. "That picture you have there is about 12 years old or so. I wasn't able to get a recent picture of her for some reason." He leaned into his student. "As with the question as if I am sure about my choosing; I have been sure since before they were born."
Before the young man could question, his boss passed him a map. "Go to her home on the date which is marked on the paper. It's about three months away, so you have plenty of time to prepare." He handed the two small men a small silk draw string bag, with an even tinier bottle, in it a bubbling purple liquid. "Give her this afterwards and she will come straight here. No messing with it, you got that? This is serious stuff, if anyone else other than me messes with it, it could have serious consequences." They both nodded, and he patted them on the head.
As he turned to the younger man, he saw that he was no longer in his seat. He was no about two metre away from them, his arms crossed. His boss could clearly see that the young man still wasn't convinced by his choice of child. He sighed, standing up from his own seat. "I know you had your sights set on a boy, but it wasn't to be. You'll get used to her; she has the potential to be great. All she needs is a little help to discover her true self and her destiny. I have a feeling you will like her and I know she will like you." As the young man turned to him, his expression becoming serious.
"This realm is darker than ever, I can feel it. People who I thought I could trust are now my enemies, the possible are now impossible, worlds that used to be real are now only legend and thinks every day are disappearing from the face of this realm. I used to be able to control this, I used to able to control him, but now…I just don't have the power anymore. What we need is someone new, a fresh modern mind. We need someone who will have the power to bring back what is lost and the colour, music and imagination we were once so famous for. We can't win this battle on our own. He is too strong now. If we don't have her, we will cease to exist, everything will be forgotten. "
"The survival of our whole entire realm and the structure of many other worlds, including her own, are in her hands."
Thanks for reading! If you have anytime, please R+R!
(EDIT: This chapter was redone on the 24/03/2013, as the original was completly terrible, compared to my later chapters. If you have the time, could you please comment on this edited version?)