Disclaimer: I do not own Treasure Planet. However, I do own the original characters and plots.


A house on a small cliff at the side the ocean was dark. A young boy, disobeying his curfew, snuck out of his room and into the hallway. It was late. Too late for a boy his age to creep through the hallways of his dark, enormous home. But this boy was on a mission. His mission: to retrieve his favorite storybook.

Once he inside his family's vast library, his mission became a true challenge for him. With so many books, there would be many bookcases with high shelves. The boy only brought a lantern with him, so his sight was restricted and the portable lamp only provided him with a meager source of light. Then again, if he kept the lantern on, his mother might notice he left his room; he'd have to turn it off if he didn't want to get caught. But his favorite book was on one of the top shelves, so without the light there was only one thing he could do: he would have to climb.

Inheriting his mother's rationality, he began to reconsider doing something so dicey, but having his father's courageousness and quick wits, he'd do anything to get that book, even at the risk of a broken arm.

He started with the highest shelf he could possibly reach, and from then on, he was cautious with every step. It was extremely difficult because there were other books bulging out of the shelves above him. But some of those books served as convenient footholds that made the climb easier with each step.

A few more steps and he would be there.

"Tim! What in the name of Montressor do you think you're doing up there!" The unexpected cry startled the young boy named Tim, and he lost his footing on a very large dictionary. He, along with several other books, began to fall to the ground.

"AH!" He closed his eyes so he wouldn't see the coming of his demise, but he didn't feel a thing. When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was in his mother's arms. "Uh… hi…?"

His mother raised an eyebrow. "Timothy James," she began as she set him down. "What are you doing in the library this late at night, young man?"

"I, um, wanted a drink of water and lost my way to the kitchen…?" Timothy's excuse was evidently lame and it was obvious his mother wasn't convinced. It was very impossible for him to lie to this woman, another thing he inherited from his father.

"Mm-hm. And that's why you came here looking for this." She held up the reason why he snuck into the library: The Legend of Treasure Planet. "I knew you would try to play a trick like that, so I grabbed it before you went to bed. Or when you were supposed to go to bed, young man."

"Ah, come on, Mom," he whined. "Dad promised he would come back and read it with me."

"Your father's not going to be home until tomorrow night, Tim, and you're going to be asleep then. You'll see him the next morning."

"Can't I just read the story anyway?" After the stunt he just pulled, it didn't look like she would agree at this moment. After all, he had been a very disobedient boy. "Please, Mom?" Tim's eyes grew to a size so grand, they were shining as bright as the brilliant Etherium sky. His mother couldn't resist for long.

"Fine." Timothy cheered out loud. "But I think it's about time I told you a different story."

"But 'The Legend of Treasure Planet' is the best!" her son declared.

"I know, but I think you'll like this story even better. Come on." She grabbed her 5-year-old son's hand and escorted him to his room.

Through the messy jungle of toys and other trinkets sprawled about the scope of Tim's room, they were somehow able to get to his bed so his mother could begin her tale.

"What kind of story is it, Mom?" young Timothy asked curiously.

"Oh, it's the most exciting, most horrific, and most romantic story you could ever hear."

"Romantic? That sounds mushy." He put out his tongue in disgust.

She laughed. "Don't worry. It's not that 'mushy.'"

"Does this story have pirates and treasure?" he asked. His mother couldn't help but roll her eyes when he asked. He didn't enjoy any story that didn't have any pirates or treasure in it.

"Of course. This story is one of a kind!"

"Alright! So what's the story? What is it?" The young mother silently laughed as she watched her son fly off the bed in anticipation of this new story. She caught Tim before he could land on his head and settled down against his headboard, the hyperactive little boy snuggled in her lap.

"Calm down, little spacer. Let me start." He nodded and looked up at her mother expectantly. "Let's begin up in the Etherium, where every story ever told begins…"