The Great Disney Adventure III: Heroes and Villains

A Disney story by talking2myself

DISCLAIMER: All Disney characters are the property of Walt Disney productions and I do not own them. However, any of the fantastic and unique original characters are my own beloved creations.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello world! In case you couldn't tell by the title this is the sequel to The Great Disney Adventure II: The Book of Songs. So if you haven't read it yet please go do so now otherwise this story will be hopelessly confusing.

As before I am taking suggestions for movies to be featured in this story. Suggestions are not guaranteed, but I will consider them in the story. Please no Disney original TV shows. Movies only.

A big thanks to everyone who had reviewed in the past. In the poll, 61 individual people voted that I should continue the series. (only one person voted that I should not) So here's the next installment! The Great Disney Adventure II: The Book of Songs received over 900 reviews, my goal for this book is 1,000 reviews. Let's make it happen! Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter. 1 The Sorcerer's Apprentice

BALD MOUNTAIN:

1940s

The shadow of Bald Mountain loomed over the tiny town that was neatly arranged beneath it. The town used to be a sleepy little hamlet tucked away from the rest of The Kingdom. It sat on the edge of Disney Europe and legends of the mighty mountain (and what lurked within) often scared away most of the hamlet's visitors. Even though the town itself was quaint and charming in its own rustic way, a strange darkness seemed to lurk within the very streets and corners of the town. The townspeople didn't walk from place to place, they trudged as though an unseen burden was resting heavily on their shoulders.

And that was before all the trouble began.

Walpurgis Night. That was when it had all begun. Originally a Viking holiday to celebrate the coming of spring, the town remembered it as the night that Chernabog awoke. It began almost as soon as the sun set on Walpurgis Night. No one did discover who summoned him, who awoke the great, black demon who slept on top of Bald Mountain, but it did not matter. Once he was awake there was no controlling him.

The creature was a large black monstrosity with glowing golden eyes and a wicked, leering grin. He was a horned demon and his massive muscular body was half the size of the mountain. The people of the town named him "Chernabog" which meant "Black God" in Slavic.

The villagers only stuck around long enough to give the creature a name before they fled their precious village. It was a good thing that they left so quickly. Immediately after coming to life, Chernabog summoned all the spirits from the graveyards. They swept over the town like a plague of locusts over a wheat field. After that, Chernabog used some mighty dark power that he possessed and opened up a mighty pit of flame and fire. Demons and monsters sprang out of the crevice and swarmed over the town. The town was lost to the might of the darkness that had overshadowed it.

Word spread far and wide of the danger and any brave adventurers who would have journeyed to the town immediately changed their plans. The town and Bald Mountain had been abandoned. No one made any move to try and save it. It wouldn't be worth it in the end. But a new fear was being whispered in The Kingdom. What would happen when Bald Mountain wasn't enough to satisfy him? Who would stop him when Chernabog came for their homes? No one seemed to have an answer.

Which is why we're here! The young apprentice thought to himself. When whispers of Chernabog had reached his master's ears, both the sorcerer and his apprentice had packed up and immediately made their way to Bald Mountain. The rumors were honestly making him nervous. He had never doubted his master's magical abilities before, but could he really take on a demon like Chernabog?

He pondered this as they sat camped out on the edge of the cliffs and stared at the plumes of smoke hovering up in spirals above the city. He could see the mighty silhouette of Chernabog's wings against the sky. Chernabog turned his head suddenly and the golden eyes locked on the apprentice. He let out a yelp of fear before shrinking back from the ledge. Chernabog returned his attention to the town and the apprentice let out a sigh of relief.

"Mickey come here!"

Mickey Mouse jumped at the sound of his master's voice. He quickly got to his feet, nearly tripping on his red robes and making way back over to their campfire. He scrambled to his master's side quickly. He suspected that his master was still cross at him because of a slight mistake that he had made several days before the journey.

His master's name was Yen Sid. He was a tall, elderly man who seemed to have discovered the secret spell that halts aging. The top of his head was bald, but his hair was long and gray apart from that one patch. This bald spot was often covered by the pointed star covered hat that he wore whenever he performed his magical spells.

Yen Sid was a man of few words, but his glares often spoke better than any words that he could have used. Right now, he sat near the campfire. The flames reflected in his eyes as he gazed into the fire. Mickey sat down besides Yen Sid. "I can see the town, master," Mickey said, "Not too far away now. I expect we'll be there by tomorrow evening."

"Tomorrow morning," Yen Sid said curtly, "If I move quickly."

"Uh… if we move quickly, sir?" Mickey pointed out.

Yen Sid did not respond at once. He sighed before turning to address Mickey. "I have something for you."

"What?" Mickey cried jumping in surprise, "Something for me?! Well… golly, master you don't give presents to anyone."

Yen Sid reached into the deep folds of his blue cloak and handed Mickey something. It was a book. A large, worn, leatherbound book that was nearly as big as the mouse itself. Across the cover was large symbol. A circle within a circle with a thick line running through the middle. Yen Sid's symbol.

"Your spell book?!" Mickey whispered in shock. He looked up at his master with big, wide eyes, "But sir…"

"You've already used it once if I recall," Yen Sid pointed out, giving his apprentice a quick glare. Mickey smiled at his master sheepishly. He had used his master's magic hat to make a broom carry water into the tower. He had fallen asleep and nearly flooded the entire castle. When he woke up the brooms were out of his control and he had to use the book as a life raft.

"Well… ha heh, I guess so," Mickey admitted.

The smallest of smiles appeared on Yen Sid's face. It was there and gone so quickly that Mickey couldn't tell if he imagined it or not. "This book has saved your life once already," Yen Sid said, "I trust that if you use it properly it will save you again."

"But Master…" Mickey cried, "I can barely use the spells…"

"Then, you will have to learn quickly," Yen Sid said curtly, "That book will be the most powerful object in the entire kingdom… if the right person wields it."

"But Master, what if the wrong person finds it?!" Mickey stammered, "Master, it's too much responsibility!"

"Doesn't matter," Yen Sid said, "You're the only one who I trust enough to keep the book. The Kingdom needs magic in it and, knowing you, you'll need all the protection you can get should things go ill."

Mickey looked up at Yen Sid in confusion, "But… Master… I don't understand. I thought we were going to Bald Mountain together."

Yen Sid rose to his feet, his blue robes falling around his tall frame. "No Mickey," he sighed, "You're only an apprentice. This monster is beyond you. A pity that such an interruption had to disrupt your training. I trust that you will be a powerful sorcerer one day."

"Master!" Mickey exclaimed, "You can't be suggesting that you're going to face Chernabog by yourself!

"It has to be done, my young apprentice," Yen Sid said dispassionately. "Return to the tower. This duty falls to me alone. I'm probably all that stands between The Kingdom and Chernabog."

"But sir…!" Mickey protested.

"My boy," Yen Sid said suddenly turning and gripping Mickey's shoulders tightly, "You've been very brave so far. I need you to be brave once more. Keep the magic alive, boy. The world needs it yet." He patted Mickey's head and turned towards the town.

Mickey stood there helplessly for a few moments staring at the book and then up again at Yen Sid. "Master!" he cried out, "Will… will I ever see you again?"

Yen Sid turned to face Mickey. He offered him a sad smile. "No Mickey," he said in a soft voice, "I don't expect you shall." He turned away and began the long walk down the path that led to the foot of the moment. Mickey clutched the book to his chest for a moment before bursting outloud.

"WAIT!"

He dropped the book roughly on the ground besides the fire and scurried to his master's side. He clung tightly to Yen Sid's robes. Yen Sid bolted at the sudden motion before sighing at the sight of his young apprentice. "Good luck, Master," Mickey mumbled as though he were trying to talk through tears.

Yen Sid offered his apprentice a gentle smile before patting his large ears affectionately. "Good luck to you as well, my dear apprentice." He pulled his robes away from the boy. "Now go…" he said softly. Mickey swallowed hard before making his way back to the campfire and watching Yen Sid dissolve into the inky blackness of the night.

"Goodbye Master."

-888-

Mickey did not do as his master had bid him. He did not return to their tower. He couldn't bear to enter the lonely castle alone. Instead, he remained there, camped out on the cliff watching the horizon for any sign of Yen Sid or Chernabog's defeat. He stayed there all night watching Chernabog's motions with wide horrified eyes. The tell tale signs of battle were obvious. Chernabog flung fire and conjured up ghosts and demons all that night. Mickey found himself pacing back and forth, turning his eyes away from the sight when it became to frightful to watch. It was an exhausting night. Ultimately fear and worry wore him down until he fell asleep.

He was awoken from his sleep by the ringing of bells and the soft, faint glow of candlelight. He sat up roughly, his neck ached from having used Yen Sid's spell book as a pillow. Mickey suddenly remembered the battle and his master and bounded to his feet.

The lonely knell of a bell rang out over the valley and the mountain. He stared at the peak of Bald Mountain. Chernabog was still perched on its highest slopes, but his arms were raised up high over his head. His wings wrapped around his dark body and he faded away into the stone of the mountain. He had been defeated. Yen Sid, it appeared, had won.

Mickey peered down at the valley and forest. The new colors of dawn were beginning to emerge washing away the leftover terror and fear of the night. A long line of people holding candles in their hands. Mickey could see the lights of the candles flickering in the half-light as they returned to the town. The brothers of the nearby church. The townsfolk were returning.

Mickey scrambled to his feet and scooped up Yen Sid's spell book as he joined the line and made his way to the town. He was eager to find his master, maybe he was still alive? Maybe there was still hope.

He was wrong. Mickey spent the entire week searching the streets for Yen Sid, but there was no sign of the sorcerer. It seemed that Yen Sid had been magicked away with Chernabog without a sign that he had ever been.

The grateful townspeople offered all the support that they could. Mickey stayed there for several weeks before he began planning the return journey back to his tower. The people offered him more gratitude and thanks before Mickey began the lonely journey back home.

As he traveled, Mickey was faced with one more decision. What would he do with Yen Sid's book? Yen Sid had given it to him as a means of defense against Chernabog. Chernabog was gone now. Mickey frowned at the large book, he had no need for it. He was only an apprentice after all. A book of such immense power in the hands of a novice would be worse than handing it to the most evil villain.

He was a clever mouse though. He knew that Yen Sid's spell book was not something that could be so easily discarded. Yen Sid himself had said, the magic needed to be kept alive! So Mickey had to think up a plan.

Even though he was only an apprentice, Mickey did have power over several spells, one of them was a transformation spell. Once he arrived back at the tower, Mickey cast a spell over the book. The spell magically transformed the written spells into songs. Beautiful songs about the power of magic. Once this was done, Mickey performed a scattering spell. The songs were sent on their way through space and time to lie in wait until they were needed. There was only one thing left to be done.

-888-

Walt Disney was the only Real person in the Kingdom (at the time). It was said that the entire Kingdom had been created by a form of magic. The Kingdom had evolved from the belief of children. Walt Disney had created something that all of them could believe in. Out of the dreams of children and Disney's films, The Kingdom was formed. It was only natural that Walt should be able to move to and from The Kingdom at his whim.

When he did spend time in The Kingdom, Walt spent most of his time in the land of his favorite movie, Bambi. At the edge of the woods, the other creatures of The Kingdom had built him a small cottage. Lugging the book thus far had been no easy challenge, but Mickey had done it.

Mickey knocked on the door timidly. Walt opened the door and offered the apprentice a warm smile. "Well, Mickey. What a pleasant surprise. Come in."

"Thank you sir," Mickey said as he hurried into the cottage. As Walt closed the door, Mickey scurried over to a small side table and plopped the heavy book down onto it.

"And what have we here?" Walt asked examining the book.

"Master Yen Sid's spell book," Mickey said with a sad sigh.

Walt's smile fell, "I guess this means that you haven't found Yen Sid yet."

"No sir," Mickey frowned, "I've run out of places to look. I've searched the valleys, the mountains, the forests… everywhere!"

"I'm very sorry to hear that, Mickey," Walt said gently. He motioned for Mickey to take a seat on a small stool that Walt kept in his room for when his shorter creations came to call.

"I've hidden the spells," Mickey admitted, "They're songs now."

"Songs?" Walt asked, he sounded mildly surprised.

"Yes sir," Mickey said. He opened the pages of the book, "I've written riddles inside the pages. That way only a very wise person will be able to find them."

Walt nodded approvingly, "A very good idea."

"There's just one small thing left," Mickey looked down at the book and chuckled, "Well… heh heh, maybe not that small."

"I see what you mean," Walt smiled

"So… I've hidden all the songs," Mickey said, "But… I need to leave this with someone I can trust.

"You don't plan on using it then?" Walt asked.

Mickey shook his head, "It would only lead to trouble. Do you suppose that you could…" Mickey nudged it closer to Walt.

"Keep it safe?" Walt asked.

"Well… yes," Mickey said, "But more than that. I cast one final spell over it. The last one that Yen Sid taught me. A sort of protection."

"Protection?" Walt asked quietly.

"Yeah," Mickey piped, "The spell. It's… it's not very good, I sort of… brought the book to life."

"To life?" Walt echoed in confusion.

"It won't do anything dangerous!" Mickey insisted, "I uh… learned my lesson with the brooms. It won't move or talk or anything… But it can think for itself. It will choose the next apprentice who can use it. That way I'll keep Yen Sid's promise, but no one can cause anymore trouble with it." Including me. Mickey added mentally.

"I see," Walt said examining the mysterious circle on the cover.

"So anyway," Mickey said, "You know more about The Kingdom than anyone. I figured… you could keep it safe until the right person came along."

"It would seem that it would be the book's choice and not mine," Walt pointed out.

"Yes sir," Mickey agreed, "But someone could find the book and hide it forever and then no one would be able to use it. The magic would… die! But you could keep your eyes open. You could watch The Kingdom and maybe the book will point you in the right direction and find the next apprentice."

"There is always that possibility," Walt agreed, "Very well Mickey. I'll keep good care of this for you."

"Oh thank you, thank you sir!" Mickey piped cheerily, he shook Walt's hand heartily before bounding off his stool. "Now, I really do hate to rush out like this, but I really must be going."

Walt chuckled as he led Mickey to the door, "And where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"I'm going to keep looking for my master," Mickey said.

"Without his spell book?" Walt questioned.

"Chernabog is gone sir," Mickey said, "The real danger is over, and I have magic after all. I'll be okay. I know that Master Yen Sid has to be out there somewhere and I'm gonna find him!"

Walt smiled gently at the young apprentice, "I wish you all the luck in your endeavor." He shook Mickey's gloved hand gently.

"Thank you sir," Mickey said, "I must be going now. Goodbye Mr. Disney."

"Of course, Goodbye Mickey," Walt said with a sigh as he watched Mickey's retreating figure, "Safe journeys."

Walt closed the door of the cottage and examined the book once again. "Hmm," he murmured, "A most peculiar book of songs." It was amazing how often his own creations managed to surprise him. He carried the book over to his chair.

"Most impressive, that such a small thing as this could make the biggest changes in The Kingdom."

-888-

Crouched inside a barrel is not a good place to catch up on your reading. Kelsey decided this shortly after she had wedged herself inside one of the apple barrels in The Black Pearl's galley. They always seemed to have apples in supply, Kelsey suspected that that had something to do with the ship's previous captain, Barbosa. Two foodstuffs were never in short supply on The Pearl. Apple and Rum. The crew could be starving, but they would spend their remaining days drinking down apple martinis.

Kelsey squirmed as she struggled to find a more comfortable position. Jim Hawkins had definitely romanticized the idea of hiding in apple barrels both in the Robert Louis Stevenson's novel, Treasure Island as well as the Disney adaption. Still… there was food, she had her iPod, and The Book of Songs was perched across her lap. Best of all, she had a place where she could be away from Sophia for more than five minutes.

Slipping one of her purple earbuds in, Kelsey examined The Book while Josh Groban sang into her ear telling her, Don't Give Up! You Are Loved!

Kelsey scoffed, "Easy for you to say Josh," she muttered, "I know just how much The Thirteen loves me." Kelsey rummaged around the barrel for a ripe apple. She shined it on the goldenrod sleeve of her coat before chomping into it.

She returned her attention to The Book and began flipping through the pages. The darkness of the barrel made it difficult to read, but the Atlantean crystal around her neck cast a faint blue light on the pages and the dark interior. If she needed any more light all she had to do was hum "Candle on the Water" and snap her fingers. Instant lighter.

It had come to Kelsey's attention that she had four songs, but there were still many other pages in The Book of Songs. She quickly paged through some of them. Lots of them were revealed to be maps. Outdated, old maps. There were many movies that had not been mentioned. The old classic Disney film worlds had been labelled. The Forest was there, albeit three times smaller than The Wild Lands that Kelsey knew. The New World wasn't labelled yet and Disney Europe and The Princess Lands were almost nonexistent.

Kelsey flicked through these maps with interest. Clearly, The Book of Songs had been around for a lot longer than she had previously thought. Kelsey scanned the yellowed pages before she came across something she had not seen before.

It appeared to be some sort of crude journal entry. The printing was bold and twirling. Kelsey leaned in closer to read the flowing script.

-Apprentice nearly drowned us all today. Spell went wrong, he fell asleep. Punished him severely. Chores for the next three weeks. Book suffere minor water damage but was thankfully unharmed. A close call.

"Curious-er and curious-er," Kelsey mused, "Wizards? Like Merlin or Mim perhaps?" Kelsey read the next paragraph.

-More rumors. Talk of goblins and ghosts now. Winged and Horned monster who lives on the peak. Bald Mountain. Hope rumors are not true, but fear the worst. My apprentice's training has become all the more important, must intensify.

Kelsey was transfixed by the entries. Who was the apprentice? Her eyes zeroed in on two words. Bald Mountain. Why did that seem so familiar?

"THERE YOU ARE!" Kelsey was caught off guard as suddenly the top of the barrel was pulled away and light swarmed in. Kelsey jumped as she saw Sophia's angry face.

"Shit," she swore.

Sophia shoved the barrel over. Kelsey toppled to the ground as an avalanche of apples rolled over her. "Did you think that you were funny?!" Sophia hollered, "Did you think you were clever?"

"This feels like a trap," Kelsey said, still flat on her back.

"You set that gown on fire!" Sophia cried, "The most powerful article in The Kingdom is in your hands and you use it for THAT?!"

"I told you I wasn't going to wear it!" Kelsey said stubbornly.

"Nonsense," Sophia snapped, "What else would you wear to this meeting?!"

"Nothing but my sneakers and my jacket," Kelsey grumbled, "That'll catch their attention." Sophia gasped and her hands flew to her mouth. "I was kidding, Sophia!" Kelsey muttered, "I'll just wear what I usually wear…"

"Like hell you will!" Sophia grumbled, "There's a certain amount of decorum needed in these lands. And there was nothing wrong with the first dress…"

"It was pink!" Kelsey snapped.

Sophia let out a heavy sigh, "It was the only color of fabric that I had on hand. Leftover from Jackie's gowns. It was a fine dress! Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

"I repeat," Kelsey grumbled, "It was PINK!"

Sophia tossed her head back and groaned, "You infuriating pyromaniac! You'll fight in a battle for Notre Dame with nothing but a book and a bad attitude, but as soon as something requires you to actually look like a lady you turn tail and run!" Sophia gripped Kelsey's arm, "Believe it or not, the fate of The Kingdom may depend on you wearing a dress."

"Not!" Kelsey muttered, "Definitely not!"

"I don't care!" Sophia growled, "I have to make another one and unfortunately I need you to be present for this work. Now move!"

Kelsey sighed and rolled her eyes. She'd faced villains and monsters of all varieties, but Sophia was decidedly more frightening than all of them combined. The mysteries of The Book and Bald Mountain would have to wait until later.