by Dr. J. Human (As told to by pookieiii)

Jamie the Human is taken back when Prof. William Washpot the Chia says that he wants him and his wife, Maria, to travel back in time, 2000 years before Borovan, to investigate a legend.

~My apoliges to the Aishas named Asher and Crater.

"2000 years before Borovan? Mystic Aisha's haven't tried to transport anyone into B.B., and that's Before Breakfast, not Before Borovan!" I cried. "But we have Zanatika!" Washpot said happily. The Mystic Aisha waved. "Let's get this show on the road!" There was a flash of light and a web of thin white lines. Zanatika began waving her arms, pulling at them and manipulating them. "This is going to be tricky," she muttered. She blinked blue fur out of her eyes. "Why?" I asked. "Well, the facts contradict each other. The Dogaicer skeletons couldn't be carbon dated. And the legend said that the Golden Chias worshiped Taplatlakettle, but this is before the Great Chia and Lupe war."

Both Crater the Lupe and Asher the Chia winced. Then, Zanatika took the lines, wadded them up into a ball, and a great black hole appeared. "In we go!" The tunnel was short. When we came out, the air was hot and muggy. "Way to go, Zanatika!" Crater said. "I don't want to hear it." "No, I was afraid you were going to get mixed up and overshoot us about a million years. I guess I was wrong..." "I said, zip it!" "I was so wrong. You overshot us about eighteen million yea--" He was rudely interrupted by a Grall the size of a condo that was running towards us. "Back to the hole!" It took several holes and all of Zanatika's mental powers to get it exactly right. We ended up the day Borovan came to power, the day that the Lupe was born, and I was lucky enough to get a single look at the day the Great Chia and Lupe War ended. But we finally got the right place. The right place turned out to be a nice valley between four massive mountains, with a little pond and a Chia drinking from it...

A Golden Chia...

It turned and let out a shriek that you definitely could hear for light years. In an instant, there were dozens of spears pointed right at us. "Well, ye don't have to get ye's little paws in a tangle," Thundertail murmured. There was only one apparent solution, so we used it. We all stepped back as our trump, Prof. William Xaivier Washpot, famed sweet-talker, went up to bat. "So then I says, but not if it rains!" The guys holding spears break out in laughter. "And then my nephew, he's been standing there all along, he sez, 'Nuncky, I don't think that's what she meant." More laughter. "Anyway, enough about me. These are my friends---" As soon as the word "friends" was spoken, the spears dropped.

"Asher the Chia. May you be happy!"
"Zanatika the Mystic Aisha. May fortune be with you."
"Crater the Lupe. May you be the fleetest of all."
"Jamie the Human. May your fur...have good bounce and shine." (What else could I think of?) "Thundertail the Cerepul. May ye's hot temper be cooled."
"Maria the Human." She glanced to the female Chia standing next to the Chia with the crown, who was frowning. She bowed. "Our sister, may you become the mother of millions! May your descendants overcome all your enemies." The female blushed and bowed back.
"Impressive," Washpot whispered.
"Genesis 24:60. Never underestimate the power of the Books."
"Come!" The chieftain said. "Let us toast to our friends!"

Meanwhile, another Mystic Aisha, or rather a Mystic-Aisha-in-training, was gazing into a crystal ball. "It's just Italian glass," She whined.
"Watch me not care," The figure said.
"Where are they?" "I don't know. There are 857 mountains in the Northern Mountain range. 542 valleys. 499 have ponds in them that all look a lot like that one." She pointed to the glass orb. It showed our heroes entering a cave.
"You are lying, aren't you?" The figure said. Its name was Wrath. You guessed it, it was a Dogaicer.
"You know where they are."
"You are lying, aren't you. The Shadow Faeries aren't evil, are they?"
"Of course not. Don't you know why I'm fighting them? Because Gain, the High Faerie Mother, is a Shadow Faerie. By wiping off her kind, one by one, I can break her. She'll lose her sanity. Then, I can overthrow the Humans. We are just as smart as they are, just as powerful as they are, if not more. But Gain is stopping us from doing that. Or, to be more precise, Gain's sister. Now, where are the Golden Chias?"
"Why do you want to wipe them out?"
"Well, they have the Golden Sword of Domar. They can deflect our attacks, you know what I mean? And that weapon would make it easier to write off the Shadow Faeries. I don't want to kill them. Now, where are they?"
"Liar! You will kill them!"
"Silence! It's obvious that your mental powers have been depleted. I'll bet that another night in the pit will help you."

Wrath stepped out of the shadows. He looked cute, cute as a Chia. A Chia that was a perfect black...