《Weser-Man》


 Cheeta: Legacy of the Great Guinea Tribe

    " From Ryno, in the beginning, all the way to the most recent Jaggu, this tribe has seen many great chiefs, and today we witness a new start," Monkie declared to the gathered tribe as dramatically as only he could.


    Cheeta wasn''t one for theatrics, but even he was getting caught up in the moment. he would be the sixth Big Kat chief of the guinea tribe, following Leon, Pooma, Pantar, Linx, and his father, Jaggu.


    It felt somewhat wrong to be going through with this ceremony today, but it was a long tradition. Still, all of this couldn''t have come at a worst time. Cheeta had been preparing for this moment all his life, thinking up all the different ways to make the tribe better. He always wished to get the tribe out from the borrows and told himself he would once he was chief.


    Unfortunately, with a hostile takeover occurring above some evil tyrant, they need to stay hidden. The Guineas had magic and intellect and were extremely resourceful, but they were not fighters. This was yet another thing Cheeta desired to change once he was chief.


    With the untimely passing of his dad , Monkie and the rest of the elders felt the shifting of power needed to happen quickly under the dier circumstances of Comica currently, so yesterday they did the burial, and today was his coronation. So the day he was waiting his whole life for was rushed to be able to decide what the tribe should do about the takeover.


    They most likely would be fine since the existence of the Guineas and their underground home was unknown to most, plus they had been working on strengthening their magical means of travel the guineapool so they could leave Comica if necessary. Cheetah had been working closely with the team in charge of the guineapool testing, so he knew they didn''t have much further to perfect it.


    However, he needed to sidebar these thoughts as right now he needed to look strong and collected for his people as he was named the new chief. His wife Gazille stood by his side with their beautiful daughter in her arms.


    The three of them, as well as Monkie, were dressed in traditional ceremony garb. Elaborate headdresses and robes. They truly looked like royalty. Well, almost his daughter was squirming and crying, being only two with her name day only a week ago, she had no clue what was going on or how she was supposed to be behaving. The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    Gazille clearly was frustrated trying to keep her still, but Cheeta was full of pride and joy. His daughter was already proving to be an untraditional Guinea like him self being more feisty and strong-willed than the typical fearful weak-minded.


    In fact, the toddler reminded him that if he truly was going to be a different cheif like he always said he would, there was no better moment to show it than right now.


    Breaking tradition Cheeta stepped out of line to his wife to grab his little one before retaking his place. Everyone blinked their beady eyes, but he and his now content daughter smiled. He then looked to Monkie and nodded him to continue.


    "Cheeta, Son of Jaggu, today you take on all needs of the tribe, do you accept that burden?"


    Cheeta felt the weight of this question hadn''t truly been this heavy since the day of Ryno the first, as no other chief, not even his father, carried a larger burden than he was about to have to carry. However, he was ready.


    He took a breath then started to proclaim, " Like I hold my daughter in my arms now, I promise to protect my tribe above all else!" Proud and hopeful tribe members look to him with honor, respect, and approval as Monkie removed the current headdress atop Cheetas'' head and retrieved the one for the chief.


    Before it could be placed, everyone''s ears shot up as they could sense potential danger.   His ears twitched as his large eyes darted around in search of answers, then he saw it. Placing his daughter back in her mothers'' arms, he declared, " Swayer has found us!"


    Panic began to take over the living hall in the burrows.


    "Run!"


    "Hide!"


    "Stop! Panic will not help us!"


    Cheetas'' words fell to deaf ears as purple smoke bellowed through the tunnels in a gust. Just like that every individual that it came in contact changed and began to grab others until the smoke got to them too. So that was how he was doing it.


    It was all happening so quickly he looked to his wife and daughter, he grabbed Gazilles'' arm and started running. "Cheeta where must we go!?"


    " Just a bit further so we have distance and I can open a Guineapool!"


    Gazille tripped on a rock as they continued to run, causing their daughter to spill out of her arms. Cheeta ran to his wife to gather her back up but noticed the smoke closing in.


    There wasn''t enough time for them to outrun it. He and Gazille looked into each other''s eyes with despair.


    " Momma, Papa!"


    Their daughter was farther ahead as she had slid from the impact of the fall. Cheeta looked back to the smoke as it inched near them.


    "Tigar run!"

 Trevor: A New Phenomena

    Patricia Beverly. Patricia Beverly! Trevors'' inner voice was screaming.


    He never understood her. Why was she so against his attempts at gaining magic?


    You would think with her fascination with magic and being the top expert on the subject, she would want to have magic even more than him. But no, Patricia is a protector of the process.


    Rules were meant to be broken, is how Trevor saw it. In fact, in regards to the rules of magic, his entire family shared the same sentiment. The Banks have been going against  the laws of Merlin since their conception.


    As he began to think of the origins of the Banks family struggle with magic, Trevor entered his study where he had displayed the history of the family. Documents, books, heirlooms, all of which should be a part of Beverly''s precious books of magic.


    No his family had been kept out of books. They were on a different side of history than the writers.


    One day though, one day, it what all be known and he would be the writer. History would say Trevor Banks gave magic to the whole world after generations of Merlin lovers like Patricia Beverly had oppressed them all from it except for a select few. Thinking of what a proud achievement that moment would be for him and all his family, he gazed at a portrait of the person who started this great tenuous crusade.


    Cordelia Banks, one of the first apprentices to the greatly acknowledged wizard. The portrait was said to have been painted in Merlin''s laboratory as he wanted his first four apprentices to be showcased and celebrated as he believed they would be the future of magic. Like Merlin, the knowledge of the other three got construed through time, but Cordelia got forgotten altogether.


    The portrait and her journal, which were also in Trevor''s possession, were the only remaining evidence she  lived.


    Looking at the fierce yet elegant-looking young woman, he wondered what she would think of Lilly James. Only sixteen years old, and apparently, she has magic the likes no one has seen in centuries or perhaps since Merlin himself. He knew the very thought sickened him to his core, and he was never promised magic like his ancestor.


    Rescued off the streets, whisked away by the great magician who told her he saw potential for wondrous things in her eyes and promised a world of magical adventures only to be told in the end it wasn''t possible.


    How could she believe that after learning nothing was impossible? After seeing three others who hadn''t tried nearly as hard as her achieve it?


    Cordelia was the very reason Merlin began suspecting only certain individuals could wield magic which led to creating The Calling retrial. Once she was disowned and thrown back on the streets from which she came, the once aspiring wizard apprentice made it her life''s mission to access magic. Since then, it had been the long-time shared goal of the Banks dynasty, but no one had come as close as Trevor.


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    He had climbed the chain of command in S.P.I. for several years, gaining endless amounts of knowledge on magic and forming connections to help him in his genuine pursuit. The latter in which would benefit him now.


    He grabbed his phone from his pocket then forwarded a message to a group chat between work colleagues that said G.U.T.S. Immediate responses from each respondent commenced with texts such as "Yes sir" and "Awaiting orders."


    Trevor walked to the bookshelf with a big grin covering his face and retrieved an old leathery pocket-sized book. Engraved on the cover in old English font was Cordelia. Opening up a marked page that looked more worn than any, he looked to a highlighted passage. The Banks had made the particular quote a mantra of sorts, so Trevor knew it well, but initiating G.U.T.S, he felt it appropriate to reread it.


    "As the years go by with no outstanding progress towards my conquest of capturing magic, I must admit a feeling of defeat and failure. However, I refuse to accept those feelings and instead will press on as I have seen the impossible and know it is possible. Though I am globally unrecognized in my venture, I will continue to seek the truths of this world that no one else believes!"


    The sentiments of his ancestor rang more true now than they had in her time as magic was widely considered as fantasy.  Soon, it would just be viewed as an everyday occurrence if Trevor and his organization of G.U.T.S. had anything to do with it.


    Yes, the Globally Unrecognized Truth Seekers were about to change the world, and Patricia Beverly could do nothing to stop it.No one could not, even Ms. Magic herself Lilly James. From what he heard, she couldn''t do simple spells yet, so if they acted quickly, his plan would be easy. His colleagues just needed to stay hidden and diligent within S.P.I., and everything would work out flawlessly.


    They should go unnoticed as The Head Director was far too invested in her new protege star pupil to notice moles. They just needed to retrieve his machine before Beverly destroyed it get it back to him, and abduct the teen girl without anyone around.


    The powerful magic coursing through her veins would soon be where it rightfully should be in the blood of a Banks. "Cordelia, if only you could be here to see your vision finally come true."


    If only indeed, Trevor thought as he looked back to the remarkably beautiful and inspiring portrait of the unspoken matriarch of the Banks''s. Trevor went to his desk as he sat in his chair taking out his phone again. He began responding to the many texts from the truth seekers with a menacing yet proud smile forming from his lips.

 Tigar: An Unexpected Reunion

    "So when do we go storm the gates of Swayer?!"


    "We are still not just going to go do that no matter how motivated and in sync we are now. Swayer is smart and has an entire world of an army with him. If we go in guns blazing, we will be outmatched instantly."


    "Okay, when are we getting these blazing guns for heck''s sakes!"


    "Once again, it''s an expression, Wesley!"


    "Once again, it''s Weser-Man tiger lady! Also, I think we should have guns. It wouldn''t hurt anything!"


    "I agree with Tigar however, I think umm...Weser-Man is right in saying we should go to Swayer now but not to fight him but to sneak his goons out. With mine and super dorks powers, we should be able to get plenty out before no face notices."


    Brady was right, Tigar thought with his phantom feet and phasing and Wesleys'' x-ray vision, speed, and elastic skin getting a number of infected Comicians out from Mount Volacnica for Hippo to cure.


    It would have to be done quickly, though, as the hive mind connection with the evil mastermind meant that he would be able to see when the goons were taken if they didn''t cure them fast enough. Then again, they could make blindfolds to mask them, so they cant see what is happening to them. Yes. It would be a covert stealth mission.


    There were only two potential hiccups, and that was she had no idea if Hippo could rapidly cure people one after another and that Cheeta still seemed to be recovering.


    Both obstacles made a stealth mission considerably more difficult. As if Hippo cant make quick work of his healing ability, they will most likely get caught before having a handful of Comicians, and he probably won''t want to leave Cheeta''s side if he hasn''t recovered before they leave for their mission.


    Looking over to the doctor/patient duo in question, the assumed chief of the Guinea tribe had only begun to stir, which meant he was not even close to being ready to trek to Mount Volcanica.


    "Boys, that plan is great, but Cheeta is still recovering, and we don''t even know if Hippo can use his abilities as fast as he''d need to for your plan to work, so maybe we should just go back to the burrow for now."


    " Aw man, I was ready to kill it on my first official team-up with Brady-Boy!"


    "Brady-Boy? Is that supposed to be me?"


    "Yeah, do you like it?"


    "Not at all..."


    A mist the two Earth boys comical exchange Tigar noticed Hippo propping Cheeta up and attempting to feed him bits of the fish they had warmed over the fire. The guinea didn''t seem too apprehensive towards the fish at the moment and altogether looked very confused and alarmed.


    She broke away from the boys, who continued their banter to see if she could help with Cheeta in any way and if she could get any information from him or at the very least gain a better sense of where he was with his recovery. The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.


    Approaching them, she crouched down, "Hey Hippo bud let me try," she reached for the fish in his hand.


    Hippo nodded, letting his friend take the food and try to succeed where he had been failing.She leaned closer to her fellow guinea, " You need to eat to get your strength back its part of the process once Hippo cures you, I believe." Tigar extended a piece of fish to him and waited until he reluctantly eat it.


    She thought a presence of a guinea would ease him up a little, but even though he did eat the fish from her, he looked even more puzzled at her than he did at Hippo, so she redirected her attention to her grey friend.


    "So how are we coming along on Cheetas'' recovery? The boys have a plan to stealthily rescue more Comicians, but if he isn''t fully recovered soon and you need to stay with him, then we can go back to the burrow for now and wait."


    "Cheeta still need more time, but Hippo, no need to stay with him."


    "What do you mean?"


    " Tigar can stay with Cheeta while he gets better can even take him back to burrow."


    " Can he make it to the burrow?"


    "Just take slow and keep feeding him."


    Tigar noticed Cheetas'' eyes widened as he listened in on the conversation for some reason. He even managed to prop himself up more as he began eating more fish at a faster capacity. He stopped, then looked to Tigar.


    "Take me to the burrows now!"


    He was speaking now, but Tigar thought it was rude of him to demand things, but perhaps he just was desperate to get back to his former home, which she could understand.


    "Well, hold on, are you capable of curing multiple people right after another Hippo because this mission will call for that as well as getting along with Weser-Man." Cheeta began to stand, supposedly not even paying attention to Tigars'' apprehension.


    "Hippo do anything to help Comica,"  and with that, the heroic little miracle worker handed Tigar some more fish and headed towards the other two boys.


    "You know how to get to Mount Volcanica from here?"


    "Yep, know all Comica like back of hand," he waved back to Tigar in a dismissive manner, not even looking back in her direction.


    "Let''s go dumb dumb I take you and Brady to rescue Comica."


    "Wait, we are going?"


    "Yes, us boys go while Tigar help Cheeta Brady."


    "Alright, Weser-Man & Brady-Boy adventure one is still ago!" Brady rolled his eyes, still clearly protesting the new alias.


    "And Hippo," Hippo protested.


    "Yeah, but that doesn''t sound as good!"


    "Just lead the way Hippo," Brady ignored Wesley''s constant silliness taking Hippo by the shoulder moving things along.


    Tigar wasn''t exactly sure she was okay leaving the boys, but her presence wasn''t necessary for the mission''s success, and she was slightly excited to have another Guinea in the burrows.


    Cheeta was still struggling to stand up all the way, so she went over to help him placing her shoulder underneath his arm to fully prop him up, and help him walk as they began their way to the burrows. Once they found the closest entry point into the burrow, Cheeta seemed to liven up.


    He made his crawl down almost completely without a stumble or any help. Inside, his demeanor only enlarged as he appeared to take in the conditions of where he once lived.


    " Is it how you remember? I really don''t have any memories of how it was before. I was really little when the takeover happened. In fact, I only stayed out of Swayers'' reach because I was so small and able to hide where no one could see."


    Cheeta took on a look of pain and regret as he looked around the burrows and listened to Tigar.


    "I''m sure this is all a lot to take in. Are you okay?"


    Cheeta turned to the younger Guinea, "Tigar, you did better than I could have ever imagined. I am so proud of you," he took Tigar into his arms, giving her a tender and loving embrace she had not expected.


    "I wish you hadn''t had to grow up in a world like this without your mother and me and the whole tribe for that matter, but none the less you became the hero Comica needed!"


    Tigar was shocked at the revelation Cheeta had just indulged to her while tightly embracing her. She had to admit it seemed farfetched that the first Guinea she encountered was her father, but there was something about being in his arms that felt familiar, so she just sank into the hug.