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The superhero's counterattack against evil was not long in being seen.

IN A GRADE SCHOOL CLASSROOM:

"Mentioning Christmas or Hanukkah would be hate speech," said Miss Drizzle, "because it would be favoring some traditions over others and forcing religion down people's throats. If that is understood, let's return to our discussion of Ramadan and Kwanzaa..."

Suddenly, The Grey Eagle stood in their midst!

"Do you know that the days of the week are mostly named after pagan-polytheistic deities? Like Thursday for Thor? But Christians don't refuse to use those day-names, because they know they can use them as a convenience without _becoming_ pagans. In the same way, one can mention, and even enjoy, Christmas or Hanukkah _without_ it meaning that anything is being forced down your throat." Here he gave Miss Drizzle a stern look. "Those who _pretend_ to believe that mentioning particular holidays is hate speech, are _themselves_ the real haters. They _don't_ merely want to avoid Biblical religion being forced on people; they want to force IT to be gagged and silenced, not only in classrooms but everywhere. But we _won't_ be silenced. So I say to all of you: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HANUKKAH!!"

The sonic force of the superhero's Biblical holiday greeting broke a hole in the wall. Grey Eagle flew out through that hole, and repaired it behind him telekinetically as he went.

IN A HIGH SCHOOL CLASSROOM:

"The fact of American industry causing global warming is proven beyond all debate," said Miss Globule. "Our project next semester will be finding ways to educate the public that private enterprise is destroying Mother Earth, and the answer is collectivism..."

Suddenly, The Grey Eagle stood in their midst!

Handing out copies of something printed out, the superhero told the students, "Here is an article concerning the fact that NASA has observed signs of global warming ON MARS. Ask Miss Globule how American industry managed to cause _that!_ There are two other articles: one revealing that Communist nations have done _more_ damage to the environment than capitalist ones, and the other telling how, before any of you kids were born, panic-mongers were saying with equal certainty that American industry was causing global _cooling!_ Forced collectivism, NOT concern for the planet, is the real agenda you're having fed to you. But it will not go unanswered!"

When everyone had the articles, Grey Eagle exited in the same fashion as he had exited the grade school.
 
Hoop gulped loudly.
"Sir? Wh-what do we do? They've just..."
"Destroyed our army, I know. I've got a plan, though. Just... go along with me."
The Teddy Bear sighed, letting out a little breath. He stared up at the magnificent draygon making it's way down to their little ice-island. Arnold was more focused on what the draygon had on it's back. That slimy, silly rabbit that had just melted his army. With an evil smirk on his face, he used his Santa-given power over this snow and coldness to send harsh snowy rain down upon the second fleet of draygons, and the ones that were thawed.
"Dance, silly rabbit!" he shouted evilly. "Dance!"
The draygons began to fly around warily, getting a chill from the rain and you could see the feelings of retreat on their faces. Horrified, Hoop started tapping his feet on the ice, as if cold, and "accidentally" knocked Arnold into the icy water.
"Sorry, Sir!" he cried half-heartedly while he took a sip of the iced tea.
"What is wrong with you?!" Arnold cried as he swam back to the little island. By that time, Meg Longears was upon them.
 
Meanwhile, all the melted snowmen found themselves alive again--but at a holding facility far from the battle. "The Nobody-Can-Really-Get-Killed forcefield has brought you here," Copperfox explained to them; "but you have to be officially dead for the present, as long as the battle is continuing."
 
In the Women's Studies 302 class at a major university, the teacher--who called herself Cosmic Lugwrench, and was a performance artist on the side--was lecturing the "womyn" (as she did at almost every session) about how traditional marriage oppresses, persecutes and suffocates "womyn"....

...when suddenly, The Grey Eagle appeared before them!

Not because she didn't know who this was, but precisely because she DID know, Cosmic Lugwrench pulled out a pepper-spray canister and sprayed it at the superhero. His cold-power, however, instantly froze it into pepper snow.

"Half the truth is a great lie," Grey Eagle said to the students; "and that is a wise saying, even IF a man, Benjamin Franklin, said it. Yes, there are abusive and evil men! But not one of you would accept being made to share the blame because some OTHER women have done evil; and I'm not accepting blame for selfish and oppressive husbands!"

The feminazis-in-training now put to practical use the sophisticated reasoning skills that Cosmic Lugwrench had taught them: they all stuck their fingers in their ears and chanted, "La la la laaaa la, we can't heeeeear you!"

But they weren't reckoning with Grey Eagle's anti-stubborn-denial tactics. Each and every one of them--the teacher included--felt her fingers being telekinetically pulled OUT of her ears, her eyelids being telekinetically forced open, and her jaw and vocal cords being temporarily paralyzed so she couldn't chant.

"You WILL watch and listen, and you WILL understand," the superhero told them in his take-no-guff tone. Then, using a sort of holographic projector which Bat-Bat had given him, he projected a high-speed audiovisual presentation which their minds would absorb and retain in spite of their hatred of truth. It was an account of numerous men Grey Eagle knew, or knew of: husbands who had loved their wives faithfully and sacrificially, putting the well-being of their wives above their own pleasure or advantage. Grey Eagle did not include his own experience of marriage in the program; he didn't need to, for there were plenty of other examples to offer without boasting about himself.

When the program was finished, Grey Eagle had the satisfaction of seeing on the faces of the "womyn" an expression which he knew was extremely rare on students of either sex at this university: the expression which indicated a person being made to THINK about something. This was the result he hoped to produce at many places of so-called learning.

So it was with a sense of accomplishment that Grey Eagle took to the sky with his hero-call ringing in the air: "FAITHFUL IN ADVERSITY!"

As soon as he was gone, Cosmic Lugwrench dismissed the class with her own slogan: "Men stink!" Then she went online to pass the warning to the Evil Cultural Corruption Movement, that campuses were being threatened by hate--"hate" being her word for "truth."
 
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((Oops, sorry about killing them, Copperfox, I just expected Arnold to refreeze them all or something...

.... er, so is the icy pond still there, or is it, in the shape of snowmen, far away from the battle in a holding facility?))
 
Queenie prepared herself for her wedding while Emmett was talking to Rosita about the loss of his beloved friend's Restaurant.

" Nothing seems to spare him so it looks. We must help him out if he is in trouble Jake"

Queenie talked to a local reporter who showed up. At first he asked her about Mrs Shields.

" have you heard anything about Mrs Shields lately Mrs Lind?"

"I don't think it's any of my business what Mrs Shields is doing in her spare time so if you are going to ask me about her then you better leave".

" Okay.....but when is your wedding going to take place or do you two already got married?"

" Me and Emmett are not going to inform the press about our wedding. Only those we really care about know if and when it's going to happen".

The reporter wanted to say more but Queenie turned to her guests and started to talk with them.

" I have learned so much about them so I won't go into any discussion with them anymore. Now if you all will follow me because we have to make arrangements!"

The hockey couple went inside the Steakhouse as well. This was going to be a day in which Queenie would reveal her wishes for the bridesmaids and the flowers etc.
 
LET'S GIVE THAT WEASELLY REPORTER A NAME: BOB STUTZ.


Bob Stutz, the kidnapped-and-recruited reporter, presented his article to his new boss. It read:

"A CHILL WIND IS BLOWING IN COLORADO.

"The bitter people who cling to their guns and religion and hate everyone who's different may have come to their senses in Pennsylvania...but not in southern Colorado. Here, a dangerous hate-speech campaign is growing, threatening to oppose the tide of Change.

"In one typical small town close to the Rockies, called Horse-With-No-Name-Ville, two out of the town's three churches are infected with the plague of intolerance: the same kind of arrogant Western intolerance which provoked the otherwise peace-loving members of the Al-Qaeda Cultural Society to stage their bold aerial anti-imperialistic protest seven years ago.

"At Caricature Baptist Church, Pastor Whiney Holler demands triple tithes from all his members--one tithe for each person of the Trinity, he says--and forbids interracial dating. Still worse, at Solid Rock Church of Hope, Pastor Titus Finney repeatedly preaches about old-fashioned marriage being 'morally superior' to progressive alternative relationships, and even suggests that there might be such a thing as male leadership in a marriage.

"With depraved churches like these clearly enjoying a majority in the religious realm, all citizens who believe in self-realization and self-gratification must be on the alert. There can be no doubt of it: the greatest threat to freedom in our time is the massive, menacing insurgency of the bigoted, hypocritical Christian fundamentalists."

"This is heaped high with cliches," the wizard said, which for an instant had Stutz crestfallen, until he added, "I love it! All the major newspapers under the influence of my allies will run it--some, on the front page!"
 
Bob Stutz had an evil look on his face.

" I don't believe for a minute this snow queen has turned to God. All those years her heart has been filld with evil. She ruled her world and even some worlds nearby and now she claims the love for this gunslinger made her change?"

Bob wasn't planning to leave Horse_with_no_name soon. He prepared himself to have another meeting with Queenie. The Bride to be was talking to her bridesmaids and hugged them all and then she went to look for Emmett when Bob approached her again.

" Now tell me Mrs Lind, how on Earth is it possible someone like you who used to be so powerful felt for a man like Emmett?"

Queenie stopped and looked at Bob.

" Tell me...have you ever felt true love? If you did then you will know the answer".

The reporter didn't give up. He followed Queenie when she walked on.

" One day the whole world was lying at your feet. Enemies feared you. You were having the strongest power people could ever see. If his -now wife- didn't have this huge obssesion with her hockeyplayer you would have killed him easily. And then this Emmett Frankl showed up and he captured your heart and you were giving it all up because of him?!"

Queenie didn't reply. Deep inside she prayed the reporter would go away but Bob had no intentions to leave her alone.

" And then both Jake and Emmett were captured by you and you almost killed him if this old lady didn't save them. I don't know what is going on with you but this can never be true love. Killing the one you claim to love".

Queenie turned around and opened her mouth.

" Mister...what's your name? (She looked on his Badge) Mister Stutz.....I wonder if you were there because you can descripe it like you have done a full report. Amazing! It shows the press will go to the bottom and even more down to dig things up. I think you forgot the most important detail here in your so detailed story. Who came to save me? Who attacked me and saved the two brothers? Who touched my Heart at this attack which started the change inside of me? Only one special someone could do this. Aslan, the Son of God. He attacked me and saved the two brothers. He changed me without me knowing it at that time. He gave me the second chance to do things all over. He brought me to Emmett whom I love so dear. Yes. Aslan did all this. I would expect you to do your homework better Mr Stutz".

The reporter didn't have an answer directly but he was irritated when Queenie talked about Aslan.

" Mrs Lind.....the story is already know about what you did to Emmett and Jake. I never understand why Emmett gave you this second chance. He must have been real lonely. And about this Aslan.....you call him Aslan but how do we know it is true? We wouldn't expect the Son of God to be a lion. And I have never seen him so why isn't he helping others? Or is this lion only showing up when helpless innocent evil snow queens need help?"

Queenie didn't get angry. She only felt a bit annoyed. This reporter was known for his atheism and he had asked the same kind of questions a couple of times to other people.

" Look Mr Stutz.... you have asked this a couple of times and everybody has given you the same answers but you still seek for more. If you want to trap me or caught me on a lie then I must disappoint you. I truelly believe in Aslan and I know He is there for those who needs Him. He will appear to those who truelly believe in Him and don't tell me you have tried it because you didn't. Your Heart is not open so you will never see Him unless you decide to let go of all these doubts and questions. I never believed in Him because I didn't know He existed. And because I had no idea I couldn't deny it either. You can't deny something if you don't even know it exists. I highly recommend you to talk to Pastor Finney. He is always helpful and can give you the answers you seek. Now if you will excuse me".

Queenie left. Bob smiled an evil smile. He walked back into his office and started to do some research on Queenie on the internet.
He typed:
SNOW QUEEN BY HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN
 
But the snoop was not given time to sort through the links that came up, before his chair was yanked out from under him by a powerful hand. The mate of that hand caught his jacket collar, which was the only thing that saved him from smashing his face against the near edge of the desk. Then, held helpless from behind, he heard a cold voice--cold, but not unhuman like the wizard--saying:

"Has anyone told you today that you're an idiot, Mr. Stutz? I know enough about you to know that you set no store by the Bible as a source of information...and yet you now hope to learn something from a piece of fiction written as entertainment reading?"

Stutz was beginning to think he knew this voice: the voice of an Asian-looking man occasionally seen around the Original Gunslinger Steakhouse, a friend of the female manager there. Suddenly, the reporter was filled with fear, not of this man, but of the wizard thinking that this man had gotten him to reveal something. He tried to disarm the situation by saying, "I'm just researching a little color--a sidebar to my next article about the big wedding."

"I saw your article about Parson Finney and Pastor Holler," Ghost replied (for this was indeed he). "From the little I know about the new pastor, he deserves everything you said against him. But not Parson Finney; he has integrity. And what you said about him leaves me little hope that you plan to be truthful about Queenie and Emmett. So let me tell you some things that ARE true.

"I have travelled between time-space dimensions; I'm human, but born in an alternate reality. There are some places which came into existence by the design of the Creator as a reflection of ideas He had allowed mortals to have; for instance, Lewis Carroll's 'Alice in Wonderland' has actually become a physical place, with some embellishments. There are also opposite cases, in which some extraordinary place or phenomenon existed first, and then someone came to write something based on it. And then there are pure coincidences, as far as a story resembling real things is concerned. So you can't be sure how much reliable data you'll get from that web search."

"Which can also be said about all the superstitions about God or Aslan or whatever," said Bob Stutz.

"That's a matter for another time. Except that it bears mentioning that Aslan could have stopped the evil woman from hurting Emmett and Jake _before_ she could even begin--but He purposely allowed her to do her bullying of them, SO THAT after He put fear into her in return, she would be ashamed of herself for what she had done. And she IS ashamed of herself, but now she would never do such a thing again even if she still had her former power. And it's _very_ much to Emmett's credit that he forgave her. Anyway, the main matter for _this_ time is that you appear to be looking to hurt my friends. A lot of people care about them, and we _don't_ want them to be hurt. Emmett Frankl has the right to be the man holding you by the neck right now; but his friends don't want his life wrecked by the assault-and-battery lawsuit you would bring against him. You can't sue me, because you won't be able to find me to serve a subpoena....but I can find you, Mr. Stutz. I can find you."

The iron hands abruptly released the reporter, who fell in a heap on the floor. By the time he recovered and could look around, Ghost had vanished as if he were a literal ghost.
 
The reporter's nerve recovered when he was telephoned by renowned faith-basher Bill Maher, best known for his former talk show "Politically Incorrect," which for its whole run had of course been exactly the opposite of its title. Maher did a phone interview with Stutz, to be played on TV in the near future. In it, both men managed not to burst out laughing at themselves as, in mock-solemn voices, they pretended to believe that Christianity in itself was responsible for gang crime, cancer, alcoholism, teenage suicides, and the mortgage crisis.

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Meanwhile, The Grey Eagle was flying over one major city after another, telekinetically towing behind him two huge banners which he had made and lettered himself. The first banner said: "HE PRETENDS TO CARE ABOUT THE POOR..." and the second said: "...SO WHY HAS HE LEFT HIS OWN BROTHER LIVING IN POVERTY IN KENYA?"

A great many worshippers of the self-appointed messiah of "Change," seeing these banners, exercised their profound reasoning powers--by clamping their eyelids shut, sticking their fingers in their ears, and chanting, "La la la laaaa la, we can't heeeear you!"

But here and there, some people, though belatedly, began to THINK.
 
After her latest meeting with Bob Stutz Queenie talked to Emmett. She was a bit worried about him and felt his concern for his great friend Copperfox. The Navy veteran however seemed to be more tough than people would expect.

" I know he is going through something right now Queenie darling. I know him all too well. Something tells me he -again- has been trapped by the tricks of evil. Those evil creatures should be aware....my friend isn't the easiest to get".

Queenie wrapped her arms around her lover and laid her head on his chest.

" I had this meeting with Mr Stutz. He thought he could trap me by asking all these weird questions about my past. I cannot get mad at them anymore. I don't care what they write as long as we both know the truth Emmett. We know what happened. We were there both. Aslan gave me this second chance. And you gave me a chance too. I can never say how grateful I am about that".

Emmett smiled and kissed his beloved one. Something he loved to do. Jake often teased him with finding a new hobby.

" Once you are a celebrity you won't get rid off the press darling. Oprah invited you on her show one day and after this you got your own show. Even though you quit already and haven't been in the news for anything else besides us they still find you. The best way is to ignore this all".
 
Just then, Rosita walked up to them, asking Emmett, "Have you heard any more news about Senor Zorro de Cupro?" Emmett paused, oddly, before answering.

Suddenly, Emmett's hands shot out like striking snakes, grabbed the plump woman's shoulders, whirled her around, and pinioned her arms. "Who are you _really?_" the gunslinger demanded. "And what have you done with Rosita?"

Unable to break Emmett's grip, the woman yelped, "You're muy loco! What would I have done with myself?"

But Emmett said to Vanessa, "Fetch the shotgun--you know where it is--and keep it at the ready. This way, now;" and he forced his captive ahead of him, clearly bent on searching for a possibly bound-and-gagged real Rosita. Sure enough, there she was, in one of the back rooms, her outer garments having been stolen for disguise purposes by--

--the Shapechanger, whose body now shrank in thickness, giving her one instant to wriggle free and try to run for it. She only ran, however, far enough to find the twin muzzles of the shotgun Queenie held staring her in her changeable face. Once Emmett had hold of her again, he said to Queenie, "Untie Rosita, please, darlin'; she'll feel better if you do it than if I do. But if _some_ female's got to be embarrassed, might as well be _this_ tricky bruja!"--and he forcibly removed Rosita's dress, which already hung slack on the Shapechanger's now-slimmer frame. Tossing the dress over his shoulder so Rosita would be able to put it on again, Emmett told the Shapechanger, "Reckon you wonder how I knew you wasn't Rosita. You got her voice right; but you're wearin' perfume. She doesn't. Now, how come you wanted to spy on us?--if indeed you didn't have worse in mind?"

"My fellow community activists were simply concerned that you might be aiding and abetting that sexist racist capitalist fascist xenophobic hatemonger Copperfox," she replied sullenly. "Anything else I say will be to a lawyer. And I know you won't hurt me; you _never_ harm defenseless persons."

The county sheriff's police were soon called. In fairly short order, a car pulled up with two sheriff's deputies, to take custody of the subdued Shapechanger.

As soon as the police car was outside the town limits of Horse-With-No-Name-Ville, the deputy who wasn't driving looked back at the Shapechanger in the back seat. He was looking with the face, and speaking with the voice, of the wizard who had first taught magic to Queenie. "I'm losing patience with you," he said. "Can't you do anything right?"

The driver, known at times as Pastor Whiney Holler of Caricature Baptist Church, but actually an apprentice of the wizard, now shed his false appearance also. "Please, Master," he interjected, "don't be hard on her."

"Because you have the hots for her," huffed the wizard. "Don't worry, I'm not some comicbook villain who kills off his own minions for every failure. But"--and here he once more addressed the Shapechanger--"you should try to improve your methods. As it is, we've learned nothing useful, and _they're_ now alerted."
 
Ever since the urgent message he received from the cook at the formerly Octopus Garden, Bat-Bat set up all his electronic surveillance equipment to monitor the movements of all the enemies of Emmett and Grey Eagle. He could not help feeling that they were going to try something wild, especially now that Emmett's wedding was fast approaching.

He summoned his butler and debriefed him on the past events and instructed him to pass the word around to all his contacts on the outside. He wanted everyone to be on the lookout for any suspicious activities and to pass the word right away if they saw or heard of something. Bat-Bat was taking no chances on this.
 
Nessa and her beloved hockeyplayer just came from Wonderland to be at the wedding. Nessa would be one of Queenie's bridesmaids. They talked a bit with the White Rabbit who followed them and decided to look around at this new_to_him topic.

" I must say it looks quiet nice. What do you two lovebirds think?"

Eric nodded his head and looked at the steakhouse.

" This is the famous Steakhouse Copperfox talks about and Emmett too. But I'm quiet aware we don't have seen any hobbits around here. I do notice some of our Wonderland friends have taken over their description about us".

The White Rabbit laughed. He was quiet surprised to see the Hatter showing up.

" My friends...you have been into Dragon Kingdom? Well..two Dragons were fighting about the stones used in these japanese game. They are accusing each other from stealing it. They have escaped and are on their way......to this topic!"

The Rabbit and the hockey couple looked amazed.

" Eric...are they telling us these two dragons are coming over here?"

Eric screamed and threw Nessa and the Rabbit on the ground. One of the two Dragons flied above their heads.

" Hahahahahaha! What would you think lazy boy? That I would allow you to fly away and get rid off me?"

Another dragon appeared and shouted out loud.

" Mwuahahahahahahaha! Admit it Peter! You have stolen those stones! I always knew you weren't an honest dragon like me"

" Like you?! Are you out of your mind?! If there is anybody you should never trust it's you Dennis".

They started to spit fire on each other. Their argues and fighting caught the attention of the people all around Horse_with_no_name town. The two didn't seem to care. Fire was spitten all around the town and the locals became a bit angry their houses were set on fire.

"Hey! can't you two dragons fight somewhere else? Look what you've done! All houses are set on fire!!"

" Eric.....come back love before he is going to turn you into a fire hockeyplayer!"

The dragons both started to laugh.

" Hey! Haven't I seen you before? Yeah...you were at Dragon's Kingdom. Those dwarves saved you. Stay out of our fight!"
 
OOC: This post, which I was working on WHILE Nessa posted the above, should be considered as happening BEFORE Nessa's post. My addition will handle continuity problems...


Trinity and Jake, returning from an errand, had seen the police car departing. Once inside the restaurant, they got an explanation from Emmett, while Queenie gently questioned Rosita as to whether the Shapechanger had revealed to her anything about the reason for the intrusion.

"She talked much babble while she was tying me up, about economic justice and redistributing everything," the waitress recalled. "And she told me that just by _being_ a minority person, I should automatically be on her side. I think now that she was just getting me to talk more, so she could imitate my voice better. But I picked up a sense of something from HER."

"Something about her personality, you mean?" asked Queenie.

"Exactamente. You haven't heard this, but before I _immigrated_ here"--and it was plain that she was emphasizing her _legal_ entry into the U.S.A., where she had earned her citizenship--"I was once in a place that was robbed by the Mara Salvatrucha gang."

"The what?" Queenie was baffled.

"A major criminal gang found in Mexico and countries to the south of it. Found up here now in El Norte also, thanks to years of no real border security. Anyway, I was at the scene of a robbery. The robbers killed one man just for fun, because they enjoyed it. I saw that day the look of those who love to do harm for its own sake. That look, that manner, was not on this bruja [ witch ] who seized me. She didn't hurt me at all. Although she of course is not a good soul, I think that she herself has never done serious bodily harm to anyone."

"That only shows that there are other ways to be evil, and to do damage to others," observed Queenie. Now they were joined by Emmett, Jake and Trinity. For the first time, Queenie noticed that Jake and Trinity were tightly clasping hands. She wasn't going to say anything about it, but Trinity noticed her looking, and blushed.

"I was putting off telling you, because so much else is going on," said the former Matrix-world warrior-lady. "Aslan spoke to me in a dream last night. He said that Neo would _not_ be coming back to me, because the Wachowski Brothers had no intention of repenting of their warped thinking. Which makes me morally available...and I've been here long enough to know what a good guy Jake is. But later is soon enough to talk about that. What do we do about _this_ situation?"

"Not sure there's very much we can do any different than we been doin'," replied Emmett. "Other than to stop walkin' around unarmed. Jake, I'd say that EVEN IF some new law might confiscate 'em later, the present foul weather makes it a good idea for you to go ahead an' buy yourself a new brace of revolvers. Magnums, maybe. Trinity, you get somethin' for yourself likewise; help yourself to the main account to pay for what you get, call it an early Christmas bonus. Queenie, sweetheart, since your start's been on scatterguns and you did well there, what say we get me a pump gun, same ammo size, and let that Remington you're still holdin' become your own shootin' iron full time? That'd leave the gun we got from Lady Inkling to stay in permanent reserve here inside the steakhouse...."

Jake and Trinity--still holding hands, everyone else now noticed--went off to make the weapon purchases. Rosita set about readying the restaurant for opening. After a little more practical discussion, Queenie gave her beloved "the eye." So they went into the office and locked the door.

There, of course, they stood far apart, cough cough wink wink, shaking hands.


REMEMBER, THE ABOVE IS _BEFORE_ NESSA'S DRAGON POSTS.
 
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" Peter...give it up! I'm going to kick you until you can't fly anymore!"

" Mwuahahahahahaha! You are such a loser! Such a loser Dennis! The weakest from us all! We are supposed to be fire dragons and not water fountains!"

The white rabbit shivered. The hatter dragged his hat over his face. Eric was getting tired of this argument.

" We must do something about it! How on earth are we ever supposed to slep with them fighting like this?"

" My dear hockey friend....these are dragons who don't care if it's day or night".

" Then it's time we are going to confront them Hatter. This must be stopped".

Eric walked up and the Rabbit shook his head.

" Your husband is a nice guy Nessa but this is like committing suicide".

" Hey you two....people over here have children and need to sleep...will you finally stop argueing and spit fire?"

One of the dragons laughed and flied to Eric and spitted fire just in front of him. Nessa screamed and ran to Eric pulling him at his arm.

" Don't be so foolish! They are going to kill you! They might not have spitten on you but they don't want you to mind their business. Don't you ever do this again Eric. I don't want to become a widow!"

The Hatter shook his head. The rabbit checked on Eric.

" It looks like they are not going to be much trouble for us as long as we don't get in between".

" How on earth can these people sleep with them flying around and argueing? Oww boy, I think we are going to get a bit of trouble to get rid off them".

While Nessa and her friends were trying to find a solution to get rid off the two hotheaded dragons Queenie and her beloved Emmett were talking about the evil wizard and the tricks going on. Evil seemed to have found more ways than the traditional damage by violence way
 
OOC) Nessa was moving so fast writing her latest that I didn't have time to make my adjusting edit before she got another whole entry posted. So I'll move what I wrote as an edit, up to a post of its own. I'd really rather NOT have everything about Queenie and Emmett being overshadowed into insignificance by events on more of a Godzilla scale.


An awesome whirling of wind announced the arrival of someone MORE powerful than Dragons: the Ki-Rin of the Stone Garden Kingdom. Riding on his back, in addition, were two of the falcon-headed Tengu, armed with impressive longbows.

Galloping up on the air, the Ki-Rin commanded the air under the Dragons' wings to slip away from them, forcing the Dragons to land. At the same time, freezing cold air extinguished the fires kindled by dragonbreath. "You will NOT bring your disorderly ways to this place," the Ki-Rin warned. "As proof that I mean business--" At a shake of his mane and tail, the Ki-Rin caused all air to disappear from inside the Dragons' lungs, causing them a moment of alarm before he allowed them to inhale again. Each of the Tengu, meanwhile, was aiming an armor-piercing arrow at one of the Dragons. Emmett also ran outside, the Remington reloaded with solid slug.

The Dragons, deciding they were NOT so foolish as to tangle with the Ki-Rin, took off in the direction of the dimensional pass connecting to Wonderland (though it was not clear whether they went straight through). Bob Stutz the reporter saw this remarkable encounter, and immediately began thinking about how he could blame fundamentalist Christians for the disturbance....
 
Everybody was breathing from relief. Dragons who are having fights with each other would be a big trouble to those around them.

" Hatter...they are gone!"

" Yes I know Rabbit, but for how long?"

" I don't want to know Hatter. At least we are able to sleep normally tonight".

The whole village has been watching the scene but now the dragons were gone everybody returned into their houses and prepaired the damaged done by the dragons. Eric and his wife returned to the Steakhouse. Many more guests arrived to celebrate the wedding which was not that far away anymore
 
But Emmett could not pretend that nothing had happened. It was not his way to hand off the hard responsibilities to others. Queenie had plenty of company, and the company would find Queenie (with help from Jake and Trinity) a more than sufficiently gracious hostess to them; so Emmett went to speak with the Ki-Rin before that Unicorn-like demigod galloped off on the sky which was his highway. He needed to know whatever the creature might tell him.

"Sir, if I'm sayin' this right, domo arigato;" and the gunslinger bowed from the waist. "Copperfox taught me that. I thought I was done with all the oversize tall-tale troubles in Wonderland; but since the Dragons DID come here after all, I'm powerful glad YOU came too."

"You are most welcome, human," replied the Ki-Rin. "But meaning no offense, I sense that you feel a subtle pang of disappointment. Will it distress you if I speak of it?"

"Mister, I'm so honored by someone as tough as you bein' so polite to me, I ain't about to get in a snit at you. What're you thinkin' I'm thinkin'?"

"I sense, Emmett-san, that you are weary of being made to feel small and insignificant. Also weary of feeling abandoned. Lady Inkling brought you and your brother to Wonderland to help others in whose fate you had no personal stake; yet not only have those whom you and your brother and Inkling defended from snow beasts never thanked you to this very day, but Inkling failed to transport you OUT of Wonderland after you had served her purpose, which led to the completely undeserved humiliation you suffered later at the cold witch's hands."

"That was turned around into good in time," noted Emmett, "unpleasant though it was for awhile there. I'd go through it all again, to have the love I have now."

"That speaks well of you," rumbled the Ki-Rin in his voice of controlled thunder. "But then more unpleasantness was added. You were forced to witness your beloved being harassed by the same evil she renounced. You learned of the robbery that befell your bearded friend; and a part of you is offended at his NOT asking you to help him. On top of this comes the mystery of the Shapechanger intruding upon your life; on top of _that,_ those discourteous Dragons nearly burned your village down. And it all has you wondering: why does not Aslan intervene? You were able to see that His earlier allowing you and Jake to be bullied and belittled by the then-Snow Queen contributed to her later being ashamed of herself, so that she could be transformed into the good woman she now is. But part of you is annoyed at Aslan for putting you through that humiliation, when He _could_ have simply _told_ her sooner that she ought to be ashamed of herself.

"You feel disregarded and undervalued--not by those mortals dearest to you, namely your fiancee and your brother, but by many others, and worst of all by the God-Lion Himself. Is it not so?"

Gazing into the mystical beast's eyes, Emmett could not lie, not that he really wanted to anyway. "Yes, sir, I allow as I do feel all that like you said."

"Then, will it comfort you to know that the _reason_ why I came here to prevent those dragons from doing greater harm is...that Aslan Himself commanded me to come? For He also holds Lordship over what is mythical. He has not forgotten you; those who matter, have not forgotten you. Even the so-called hockey couple, absorbed in each other though they are, will someday remember that you and your brother stood between them and the snowbeasts that day."

Emmett inhaled long, and exhaled long. "Thank you, sir, that _does_ comfort me. The Dutch lady an' her gameplayer don't mean that much to me one way or t'other, but overall...yeah, it does feel good not to feel deserted. Y'know, though, I came out here fixin' to ask you about more practical stuff. Like, do you know, by Aslan tellin' you or any other way, what the deuce IS goin' on around here?"

The Ki-Rin almost smiled. "In this little community of yours are gathered numerous persons of a rare sort: those who, to the extent that they possess might, will gladly use it FOR RIGHT. Your friends Bat-Bat and Grey Eagle, for instance. But yourself and your brother also. A true atmosphere of sturdy, durable goodness exists here, and is wholesome for all who allow it to benefit them. The woman Trinity came here from a very different reality. Once she would never even have considered loving any man who was not something supernatural; but now, bereft of her first love, she has so gained in wisdom by being here, that she has learned to value your brother for his goodness. This village is a stronghold of goodness--like the place called Rivendell, in still another different reality.

"And evil wants to undo this, to discredit it. Evil wants to gather all minds in slavish conformity, and your nonconformity is a threat to it."

Emmett nodded, and homed in on the practical. "So what do we DO about it?"

"Keep an eye on the place you call Caricature Baptist Church. It is false, unreal, not a place of God's glory at all; and even its falseness is not really the _kind_ of falseness they want you to think it is. That place will very soon be empty, as having served its purpose; but when fallen in ruins, it will yield a clue. Meanwhile, proceed with your wedding plans, for Aslan will not allow your wedding to be prevented from occurring. But be _alert_ at all times, ready to react and move quickly at need. Now go to your friends. I shall cause all remaining repairs that the homes hereabouts may need to be completed all in a moment. Peace be with you, mortal friend; if those Dragons dare to trouble you further, they will answer to ME for it."

Suddenly, in an enchanted cyclone, the Ki-Rin was gone. Emmett blew out an awed breath, and headed back to the steakhouse--not allowing himself to feel abandoned or disregarded just because no one had come out looking for him the whole time.
 
In a posh upper-crust salon where idle urban rich people, major Change Party supporters, agreed to spend hours agreeing with each other over liquor and controlled substances, tonight's leading topic of agreed-upon agreement was the same one that had been dominant on at least one out of every three agreement-evenings for the past year: what hatemongers those yucky religious people were. From calling Christians intolerant fascists for wishing all children to have a mother and a father, the focus of agreement shifted to everyone agreeing that Christians used marriage to enslave women. Every "brilliant" observation made for more than two hours was essentially quoted from the script provided by Daily Kos and MoveOn.org., something which had been going on for a long time.

But suddenly, from somewhere--The Grey Eagle stood among them!

Telekinetically trapping everyone where they sat or stood, and sending all the liquor and less legal substances in the room through the air to flow down a drain, the superhero brought forth Bat-Bat's holographic projector, and showed these parasites the same presentation of truth about marriage that he had shown to Cosmic Lugwrench's women's-studies class. The bond of lifelong love, as God meant it to be, was inexorably made comprehensible to all these jaded, cynical minds. And when it was finished....

Thirty-two glittering, made-up women turned in unison to their respective boyfriends and said, some of them in tears as they spoke: "Why don't YOU ever treat ME that way?" Thirty-two preening, posing boyfriends retorted in unison, "You always said it would be condescending and sexist for me to treat you that way!" To which the thirty-two girlfriends riposted, "But I had to act like I felt that way, to get your attention!" And the thirty-two boyfriends shot back, "What, so it was MY idea for you to curse at me when I held a door open for you?" And so on.

Grey Eagle flew away into the night, leaving the "Beautiful People" to their ugly quarrels--quarrels which, however, might in the end lead some of them to hunger for something better, something cleaner, than the life they were living.
 
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