Believing is Seeing

Believing Is Seeing

Flora Winters

I do not own Smallville or the Voyage of the Unicorn.

Summary: Sometimes believing is all one needs in order to see the impossible. This fiction will contain male/male parings and it will contain some very strong language here and there as well. I hope you all enjoy.

Chapter Two

Lana got to her feet and looked out at the turquoise blue waters that surrounded them in all directions. She gazed up at the cerulean sky to see a blazing yellow sun and a small moon that took up almost the entire sky. There were strange creatures playing not too far off from the ship. They looked to be a cross between a dolphin and a manta ray.

She turned around when she heard Chloe moan. The blonde was stumbling around with a hand over her mouth. She looked to be about as green as a meteor rock. The poor thing was seasick.

“Out of the way,” Chloe cried and threw her head over the railing to hack her guts out.

Lana made a face and moved away. That was just nasty.

“You’ll find your sea legs soon enough, Miss Chloe,” Tickle smiled, walking down the steps to help her.

Where was Clark?

“Clark,” Lana called out in concern.

Had he fallen overboard?

“Up here,” Clark yelled, and she looked up to see him in the crow’s nest, “Where are we?”

“The Landscape of the Imagination,” Jolly said from the wheel.

“Where,” Chloe coughed, and then gagged again.

The ship was rocking back and forth, up and down.

“How did you get up there,” Lana yelled.

“Climbed,” he called, and started to climb back down.

“Perhaps you three should go down below to your rooms,” Jolly told them with a big grin, “You can find clothes and some food.”

“Rooms,” Chloe gagged, “On this tiny boat?”

Tickle smiled, “It is best not to ask questions where magic is concerned, Miss Chloe.”

Chloe rolled her eyes, really wishing that she hadn’t done so.

Lana snickered when the blonde threw her head back over the golden railing.

Clark headed for the double doors.

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Bucktooth was pissed off. Instead of killing the mortals, they had allowed them to pass over into their world. This was not going to be good. The Troll King, his father, was going to be furious with him.

“Faster,” he yelled at his men who were at their ors, “Faster you bumbling fools!”

The dark ship cut across the waves towards Troll Island. He took this time to come up with a really good excuse.

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The three teens just gazed around in wonder. The very bowls of the ship just seemed to go on into forever.

There was a dining room, a kitchen, a library stacked with books, a sitting room with a massive fireplace, a computer room, a bowling alley, a game room, a car garage with really fast cars, and tons more.

Chloe had to take a seat while Clark ran around looking at all the cars. How was this possible? They were on a tiny ship in the middle of an ocean. How could all this be here?

“Lamborghini,” Clark cried out and nearly squealed, “Where’s the keys?”

His emerald green eyes lit up like a Yule tree when they magically fell into his palm. He jumped behind the wheel and listened to the pretty shiny purr.

Lana just shook her head. This was amazing.

“All the cars I’ve ever wanted are here,” Clark yelled in excitement.

“Food poisoning,” Chloe muttered to herself, “I’ve passed out in my chair.”

Lana walked over and pinched here.

“Son of a bitch,” Chloe shrieked, jumping to her feet, “Are you crazy?”

Lana cocked a brow and Chloe just gawked. That had hurt like a mother. This was no dream.

Clark got out of the car and took off running.

“Hey,” Lana yelled after him.

“Wait for us,” Chloe called as the two took off after him.

“This is so cool,” Clark said as they dashed down a really long hall, “It just keeps going.”

“Obviously the natural laws mean nothing here,” Chloe said, only to stop when they each found a door with their name on it.

Clark ran his hand over his name that was written in ruby calligraphy on the wooden frame. He opened the door, blinked, and dashed inside. The door closed right behind him.

Lana and Chloe just looked at each other. Each took a hold of their handle and opened up their own door.

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Clark stood in his room with wide green eyes. His room looked like something from a science fiction movie.

He stared straight ahead, looking out a massive window into the depths of space. There were massive balls of light filling the endless darkness. Red and yellow suns just blazed by, and black holes exploded and sucked in stars.

The walls, ceiling, and floor were made of pure crystals. They hung from the ceiling and rose up from the floor in splendor. Each one glowed with their own brilliant light. It was beautiful to behold.

There was a bed in the center, or, at least it looked like a bed. It looked as though it were made of blue jello.

Clark walked over and touched it. It even felt like jello, only it was warm.

He bit his bottom lip and crawled up on it. He lied down on his back, suddenly gasping when he felt himself sinking into the warmth. He was being pulled inside the jello.

Panic sat in. He didn’t want to suffocate. He started to kick and thrash around like a crazy person. The bed just absorbed it all. He was not going anywhere.

Wait! He could breathe?

He was floating in the thick stuff and could breathe normally. What the hell was this? It was so warm. It felt just like warm bathwater, only thicker.

How did he get out?

He landed on his face in the floor, not even wet.

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Lana stood in a room that was fit for an enchantress. Everything was done in deep violets and blacks.

The bed was four posted and carved from ebony wood. Huge violet orbs decorated the tops of each post.

Black candles were lit all over the spacious room and they did not seem to burn down. In fact, they were burning up, as if in reverse of the natural law.

There was a huge mirror in the corner and a closet door. She saw a vanity on the other side of the bed with all kinds of bottles on it.

She ran across the black marble floor with violet glyphs here and there to the closet.

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Chloe stood in her dream room. Her blue eyes were the size of silver dollars. This was amazing. She loved it.

The carpet was as blue as the sky, and the walls were the shade of fluffy white clouds. A baby blue silk canopy bed rested in the center of the blue sea.

She walked over to look at it and saw a school of silver fish swim by her window. That got her attention instead. Of course her room was underwater. After all, she was on a boat.

She looked at her fluffy white walls, smiling. Her Wall of Weird was even here.

Where were the clothes?

That was when one of the walls suddenly began to move like a lazy cloud to reveal a door.

She quickly went to it.

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Lana stepped back out onto the deck wearing a pair of black leather pants with a violet silk shirt. She had on killer black boots with a sweeping black cloak with violet lining.

The wind whipped through her long dark hair and she smiled. Clark was standing at the front of the ship dressed like a captain of some pirate ship. He looked like a young Captain Hook, minus the hook. He looked yummy.

She walked up the steps with the wind in her hair and cloak, “Where is Chloe?”

He turned around with a solemn look on his face, “I don’t know. She is probably still in her room.”

“What’s wrong,” she asked, only for him to cock his head to the side, “Besides all this.”

He smiled at her, “I don’t understand any of this.”

She nodded, “It all looks like something from my mom’s sketches.”

“Huh,” Clark asked.

Lana shook her head, “Nothing.”

“Our course is set,” Jolly called out with a laugh.

“Where to,” They all heard Chloe yell.

Lana and Clark turned to see the blonde standing in front of the doors, dressed all in blue and gold. She looked just like a genie.

“I’m a genie in a bottle, baby,” Lana started singing, “You got to rub me the right way.”

Chloe snorted, “You’re missing the whip.”

Lana smiled, pulling it from around her narrow waist.

Snap!

“Its right here,” she giggled.

Clark made a face. This was scary.

Chloe rolled her eyes.

“Where are we going,” Lana called out.

“I said,” Jolly hollered while Tickle held the wheel, “Faerie Island.”

“Oh, lord,” Chloe said, walking up to her friends, “And me without my gay flag.”

Lana chuckled.

Clark just looked back out at the deep blue sea. It was no telling what kind of creatures swam just below that illusive calm surface.

He hoped that Jordan was all right.

“Hey,” Lana snapped, “That’s my whip!”

Clark watched her run off after Chloe.

He looked at Jolly, “How long until we reach this Faerie Island?”

Jolly shrugged, “It depends on how far it’s moved.”

Clark just looked at him, “Moved?”

Jolly nodded, “Do islands not move in your world?”

Clark shook his head.

“Weird,” Jolly said, zipping off to check some instruments.

“Hey,” Chloe yelled, only to shriek with laughter, “Don’t touch me there, Lana!”

Clark’s golden cheeks blushed like a deep red rose.

“You grabbed me first,” Lana cried.

“Get a room,” Clark yelled, turning away.

“Aw,” Chloe said, helping Lana up, “Has Lex not been tickling your space balls lately?”

“No,” Clark muttered, only to freeze. His jaw fell overboard and he jumped over after it.

Lana howled with laughter at the expression on his face. He looked as though he had been caught with his hand down another guy’s pants.

“Pete owes me twenty,” Chloe said.

Clark’s nostrils flared and Chloe shrieked.

Lana watched Chloe race through the double doors with Clark roaring right behind her. She shook her head. This was some trip. She only hoped it wasn’t a dream. All of this was simply too wonderful to just be a dream.

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Bucktooth strolled through the troll camp with his head held high. The last thing he needed to do was give off the air of failure. That would really be bad, and he would never be allowed to live it down.

He could smell food being roasted over the open lava pits and it made his mouth water. When was the last time he had eaten anything? He could not seem to remember. Well, wasn’t that a bitch?

The Troll King’s tent was just up ahead and he suddenly felt ill. Maybe he should just run away and open up a bed and breakfast. The court witch did and now she was making a killing over in Bump Off Swamp.

“Stay here,” he ordered his men, “I’ll take care of this.”

His men nodded and he quickly went inside, only for his mouth to drop. All of the elders were gathered.

“My son,” the Troll King’s voice boomed from within the midst of the crowd, “The mortals?”

Bucktooth gulped.

The crowd parted to reveal the king on his throne. It was made from the bones of his enemies. The damn thing kept getting bigger and more elaborate each time Bucktooth saw it.

“Well,” the king asked, growing impatient, and the huge sword in his hand did nothing for Bucktooth’s nerves.

“They are here,” Bucktooth stated calmly, “In our world.”

Yelling broke out all around.

“Silence,” the king thundered and all quieted.

Bucktooth held his head high.

The Troll King pointed his sword right at him, “You failed.”

“Wrong,” Bucktooth snapped, “I allowed them to pass over.”

The king blinked, nostrils flaring with gray smoke, “You what?!”

“By coming here,” Bucktooth addressed them all, “They have revealed that they are the ones in which the prophecy speaks of.”

“Your point,” one of the elders shrieked.

“They are in our world now,” the prince smiled evilly, “Strangers to all that is here.”

The king narrowed his glowing red eyes.

“Vulnerable,” Bucktooth said, all eyes on him now, “And here they shall only meet Death.”

The king hurled his sword and it stuck in the ground right at Bucktooth’s feet.

“Take that sword,” the king snarled, “I want it drenched in their blood.”

Bucktooth nodded, “Yes, Father.”

“What was that,” the king bellowed.

“Right away,” Bucktooth bowed, “My king.”

He skedaddled on out of there.

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It was a small adventure in itself getting to Faerie Island. Jolly taught the teens how to spar with wooden swords. Clark caught on quicker that the other two. He had practiced some fencing with Lex.

Chloe and Lana would go at each other for hours. Lana was dark and cunning as to where Chloe was bright and swift. The two were evenly matched, even when they fell for each others tricks.

It was night and the sky was full of stars. That small silver moon took up nearly half the sky when it rose up out of the silver water.

“What’s that sound,” Chloe asked.

“It’s beautiful,” Lana said.

“Mermaids,” Tickle said with a knowing nod, “They love to sing to the moon.”

Lana frowned, “I thought they were dark creatures.”

“Oh, they are, Miss Lana,” Jolly said, “But only when the moon is.”

Clark wanted to see one. He bet they looked nothing like Ariel who was always bellowing on some rock.

“Shall we call it a night,” Jolly asked.

The three teens nodded.

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It took five days to reach Faerie Island. Jolly had said that the island loved to move when it got bored. The teens just gawked at him. How did an island get bored? Just thinking about it made their heads ache.

Jolly rowed them to shore and told them to stick to the trail. It was littered with glowing pink and blue crystals growing up from the ground along the path. The crystals hummed and shimmered to an enchanting song that had no words. It was as if each one were alive.

They had been worried about trolls, but Jolly told them that no evil could ever some to this beautiful place while the king and queen ruled. That had made them feel so much better.

Clark had been worried. He knew it was not going to be too long before he might have to use his powers in front of them. If he was careful, he might still be able to keep it a secret.

“Are we there yet,” Chloe whined, “I want to go home.”

“Just follow the crystal lit trail,” Lana began to sing.

Chloe stuck her tongue out at her and began to take in the beauty of the place. All the colors seemed brighter and everything seemed to smell so much better here. The air was clean and the water was pure.

“Did that tree just move,” Chloe gasped only to jump near Clark, “It has a face.”

The tree regarded them with a serene smile and began to move on. The three teens just watched in awe.

“That was awesome,” Lana said, “Take that Lord of the Rings.”

“Wow,” Clark said, pointing to a figure in the brush, “What is that?”

It was a young woman with skin like carved onyx. Her hair was the color of snow and it curled in long waves.

Long white silk curled around her willowy frame like smoke. She had flowers all in her hair.

Lana’s eyes widened, “A nymph?”

“Excuse me,” Clark said softly, not wanting to spook her, “But, are we close to where we need to be?”

The beautiful woman glided across the ground and her eyes were as pink as ice. She gazed at Clark with a polite smile and spoke without moving her lips.

“Look up, handsome warrior,” she said, pointing up with a very long finger.

Clark did so and his eyes widened. There at the top of the massive waterfall was a palace made out of glowing blue crystals. Spires just shot up into the clouds.

The woman spread her massive butterfly wings that just came out of nowhere. They reminded Clark of elaborate stained glass windows. She vanished like mist.

Chloe let out a long breath she had been holding. She was too stunned to say or ask anything at the moment.

“Well,” Clark said, “Let’s try and find a way up.”

The three were suddenly standing right in front of the crystal palaces’ gates. Chloe spun around looking this way and that.

“Wow,” Lana giggled, “What a head rush.”

Clark looked straight ahead and all three jumped back when the gates began to uncoil like vines to admit them.

“I want that,” Lana said as they walked through.

“As a chastity belt,” Chloe asked, “To keep those sneaky snakes out?”

Clark stumbled and fell flat on his face.

Lana fumed and Chloe howled with laughter.

Clark got back to his feet and just sulked. His face was burning with embarrassment.

The three of them started walking once more and saw faeries all in the garden. They were fluttering from flower to flower. They were all so pretty.

They followed a tunnel that let to another garden. Figures danced in front of them, only to vanish like mist.

They stood before a bubbling pool of crystal blue water. There were faeries all over the place.

“Welcome,” a female’s watery voice greeted them.

All three blinked when a beautiful woman was suddenly standing on top of the water.

Queen Maeve can change her appearance just like no two ocean waves are ever the same.

She stood before them with honey gold skin, eyes like molten sapphire, and long curly hair as dark as night. Shimmering black faeries webs clung to her willowy curves like shadows. She was tall, perfect, and supermodels would kill to look like her.

“Hi,” Lana said with a little curtsy, “How are you?”


“Mortals,” a deep masculine voice rumbled like earth under their feet.

Clark’s eyes nearly popped from their sockets. A very handsome man rose up out of the ground as if the soil was water to him.

His skin was as green as the grass under his feet, and his eyes were the color of spring leaves. Long, watery, sea weed green hair shimmered in the light. His tall powerful frame was toned and muscular.

Clark’s face was burning and the two girls whistled. The king was hung like a horse.

“Now that I see them,” Jack said, stepping towards Clark, “I am filled with doubt.”

“Now just one minute, big guy,” Chloe said and Lana snorted. Clark wanted to fall over dead. He was so embarrassed.

“Let us reserve judgment,” Maeve said, her voice rolling across their skin like cool water, “Until judgment is called for.”

“Question,” Lana said, raising a hand.

Maeve cocked an enchanting brow, “Yes?”

“Why are we here,” she asked as Clark cleared his throat. He fought hard to keep his eyes from wondering below the king’s eight pack. Did the king always stay semi hard?

Bad Clark!

“Our wise and ancient sage shall answer your question,” the Green Man said, revealing pearly white teeth.

All turned when the golden sage rose up out of his pool of molten gold. He was a cross between a turtle and a frog. His voice was as ancient as the sand in a desert.

“And they shall come unto us, a man from the stars and two maidens who are of light and dark. Through their heroic actions, heroes enslaved shall be set free and they will put an end to evil. Know them by these signs, a ship, a shovel, and hearts filled with an undying light.”

Clark blinked when he suddenly felt something in his hand. It was the shovel he had used to smack Buckwheat across the face with.

The sage smiled knowingly and sunk below the molten golden surface. Speaking that prophecy just tires a fellow out.

“This prophecy is over a thousand years old,” Jack told them from beside his queen, “Darkness is threatening to destroy our world yet again.”

“And it will then spill over into your world,” Maeve told them, “This is where you three come in.”

“Us,” All three asked at once, making some of the faeries giggle.

“Why did you get on the ship,” Jack asked Clark.

“We didn’t have a choice,” Clark said, fighting not to look at his cock, “Those things were chasing us and then we were here as if by magic.”

“Magic,” Jack asked, bemused, “But, mortals don’t believe in magic.”

“Some do,” Lana said, making Maeve smile.

“Us,” Chloe asked, “We have to save all of you?”

“If you don’t,” Jack said with a grave voice, “We shall all perish. Darkness will eat into your world and all your dreams will die.”

“The trolls will come for you,” Maeve said.

“They will come for you,” Jack echoed.

Clark turned to look at Lana, and Chloe asked, “How are we supposed to save you?”

“Wait,” Lana said, grabbing Clark’s arm, “What do they mean, man from the stars?”

Clark gulped and Jack looked at his queen.

“Time shall reveal all,” Maeve cooed, raising her arms, “The Queen’s Eyes.”

Blue and violet sparkles flew around her hands and gathered into a large oval ball of energy over their heads. A large creature with massive leathery wings roared from within.

“What is that,” Clark asked in wonder.

“The dragon,” Maeve said, “The mightiest among us. He has patrolled our skies since the dawn of dreams. Whoever possesses the dragon, shall rule the land.”

“You must find him,” Jack said.

Maeve nodded, “Before the trolls do.”

“How,” Clark asked as Jack suddenly vanished into the Green.

“So lonely,” Maeve smiled sadly at him with wet sapphire eyes, suddenly standing right in front of him.

He had heard her speak, but her lips had not moved. Had she been that nymph?

She took his big hands in hers and looked up into his eyes, “Oh, such pain.”

His emerald green eyes became wet.

“Things are not always as they seem in my world,” she said to him, and something beautiful appeared in his hands, “This amber lens shall allow you to see through the glare of deception.”

Clark nodded and closed his eyes. He felt as though she had just seen and heard everything he had ever been through.

“How do you know we’re the ones meant to save you,” Chloe asked as Maeve glided up to her, “Can’t you use your magic to find you?”

Maeve just smiled knowingly at her.

“The right kind of magic, Chloe, is not always so simple to find,” she said, touching her cheek with a soft hand, “Sometimes you must search for it. And, sometimes, it is a gift.”

Chloe watched as a beautiful compass on a silver chain was put around her neck, “Look inside.”

Chloe did so and saw the unicorn ship within.

“As long as you have the jewel,” Maeve told her, “The ship will point you home.”

Chloe smiled. This was so cool.

“My, dear, Lana,” Maeve said, suddenly beside her, which made Lana jump in surprise.

She blinked when the faerie queen took her hands as she had done Clark’s. She looked into Lana’s olive green eyes.

“You need not magic from me,” the Queen of Faerie said, “How can I give someone gifts, who already possesses so many of her own…but does not use them?”

A tear glided down her cheek.

“A time will come,” Maeve told her, “That, I promise.”

Lana nodded, “Okay.”

Maeve kissed her on the forehead and Lana heard a voice, “Your mother is with you.”

She blinked.

Maeve smiled. These were the three. She could see the burning light in each of them, and it was so bright. The world of magic could not die. These three will not fail.

“It is written,” her musical voice echoed all around.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.