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Time is a funny thing,
When you lose the most valuable people in your life, it’s almost as if you’re frozen in time,
The world begins to seek didtaht and the people start to lose their individuality as soon as you begin to feel the pain of loss and suffering,
It almost like a dream or a nightmare in which one can not wake up to the reality that they previously knew and have to live in one in which they are unaccustomed to being or be left behind by everyone else.
Often people try to hide and say it will pass but the reality is far sadder and much less sweet then the false sense of hope they offer,
Grief and loss are as much apart of us as are happiness, joy and love, they exist not in a vacuum but with one another as they are together in some way similar to each other but also without either of them, the beauty of our lives and the short time we have upon us is lost if there is no loss or grief, there can be no meaning to the end of all things or to which the world has a purpose.
For me, watching as the world burned around me as I tried to make the best of a ditch to situation that led to my loss and watching as everything I built started to come to ruin and despair.
I almost lost my will to fight on, but then the pain came back as at my worst moment in which I was too weak to act, my love of my life sacrfieed herself for the good of our kingdom and all I could do was hold onto her as she was almost taken away by that same monster who brought abotu the destruction and death of our kingdom.
Now though, she is alive but not dead, frozen in her last moments as she screams for help, i placed her within our home at the castle in a special chamber I designed after a fairy tale in which a woman is put under a curse and must sleep for a long time before being awoken by her prince once the darkness and the sun has risen on her kingdom.
Now I sit here in this my fortress made from the remains of that of items that bear my successor’s image as I stand guard to not let the monster out of its cage, but i am too imporisoned not in the way it is but in my heart and my mind.
This is the log of Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, former king of the Wasteland and now a shadow of my former self who now stands as a guardian and a watcher, never forgetting my oath to my beloved and to my kingdom that I will honor them both even at the cost of my own life and happiness.
Mickey after reading this book he found stashed away amongst Oswald’s papers, looks to him,
The two are now on good terms but Mickey looks at the other and realized he needs to make peace with Oswald and himself.
Soon all hell broke loose when the same cause of the monster and the destruction was revealed to be a mischievous mouse’s attempt to play and create a simple statute of himself only for it to melt into a blot like creature with piecring red and then yellow to greenish eyes.
Oswald finally snapped and demanded a duel but before the two could even fight or talk, a rumble was heard on the mountain of old and forgotten items made in the image of the same mouse,
The bottle broke off its cork and out of it, a purple tar like substance obscured the sun, from it came the Storm Blot, in all it’s horrible glory, to Oswald, it reflected his failures and his failure to protect the ones he loved. To Mickey, it was his carelessness, his inability to take responsibility and the worst aspects of himself personified within this villianosi entity.
Now do not be mistaken, the two of them are not evil or anything of that sort, simply characters with flaws like all of us, neither of them while responsible were at fault for this particular situation,
The Blot although it is not shown or stated, existed, the original magic that brought the characters and their stories to life also brought with it, the same struggle of whether to choose a good and prosperous life over a selfish and cruel one.
In much the same way as the other villains are manifestations of our own worst qualities and desires, the Blot personified its truest form devoid of any humanity or sense of purpose, only seeking to consume and destroy like a force of nature with no end or power to be stopped.
It like the tale of how certain creatures in another world sought hearts to be complete, seeks to become a true character but because it was a mistake snd never given a chance to find itself, it has become a reflection of the same source that birthed many of the memorable and evilist villains in the Disney animated canon, but it now lies defeated, its main body destoryed by the bond of two brothers in arms to amend their mistakes and save the world and those they love.
In the end, as the sun broke over the horizon, Oswald came to the chamber of his lost love and was saying goodbye as he had come to give her one last kiss when her appearance which was that of a stone statue began to fade,
She had been restored as by Oswald and Mickey coming to terms with their problems and understanding the other, their bond and love for the people they loved most created a magic that is not born of darkness or death but of love and compassion that in the end, began to restore the world I had created for forgotten toons and brought about the restoration of the world that Oswald and his love cherished deeply.
Although it was a difficult and painful journey, in the end, the two friends become like brothers and they shared in their hearts that of the love for the people they held closet to them.
For now, though Mickey will get into no more mischief or adventure in the forgotten world of Wasteland.
As Yen Sid finished his narration, Mickey was saying goodbye to Oswald and Ortensia, but as he did some of the ink he absorbed from the blot began to surface in his hand, he smiles toward us, looks like the end is just another way of saying the adventure is not over yet.