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Acters Sabrina the Skunkette, Amy the Squirrel, Tabitha, Carli, Tammy Vixen Shiela Vixen, Clarisse, and Carrie Squirrel (C) Eric W Identity Crisis - Arden's Story By Hikaru Katayama Story (c) 2000 - 2003 by Keith Dickinson. All rights reserved. Characters Sabrina the Skunkette, Amy the Squirrel, Tabitha, Carli, Tammy Vixen Shiela Vixen, Clarisse, and Carrie Squirrel (c) Eric W. Schwartz. Character Roxikat (c) John Barrett. Characters Chris Foxx, Susan Felin, Cindy Lapine, Debbye Squirrel, Clarence Skunk, Mr. Canis, Dexter Collie, Angel Collie, Sarge and Endora Mustelidae, Wendy Vixxen, and Wanda Vixen(c) Chris Yost. Character ZigZag (c) Max BlackRabbit. Character James Sheppard and Marvin Badger (c) James Bruner. Eric W. Schwartz (c) Mr. and Mrs. Schwartz. Arden Eastridge (c) Keith Dickson. All rights to additional characters reserved by their respective owners. Cover art by Joe Turtle. CONTENTS ACT III Chapter 1 - A Journey Begins......................................................................1 Chapter 2 - The long and winding road .......................................................7 Chapter 3 - Rest stop on the road to hell....................................................13 Chapter 4 - A deadly encounter .................................................................21 Chapter 5 - Let the hunt begin ...................................................................29 Chapter 6 - Here comes the rain again.......................................................36 Chapter 7 - Great Escapes..........................................................................43 Chapter 8 - Transitional States...................................................................50 Chapter 9 - Out of the frying pan...............................................................56 Chapter 10 - Neo-Genesis..........................................................................62 Chapter 11 - Hello, I must be going...........................................................67 Chapter 12 - The sleeper has been awakened ............................................72 Chapter 13 - A victory of sorts ..................................................................80 Chapter 14 - Blindsided .............................................................................86 Chapter 15 - Pieces in motion....................................................................92 Chapter 16 - When making a human sacrifice to a dragon,.......................98 Chapter 17 - Someone else's problem......................................................104 Chapter 18 - Betrayal...............................................................................110 Chapter 19 - Like clockwork ...................................................................123 Chapter 20 - "A short segue" or "I'll smell you later"..............................130 Chapter 21 - Death of a Short Order Cook ..............................................134 Chapter 22 - Good help is hard to find ....................................................144 Chapter 23 - Female Troubles..................................................................150 Chapter 24 - About Friggen Time! ..........................................................156 Chapter 25 - The eye of the storm. ..........................................................166 Chapter 26 - We had to destroy the village to save the village................173 Chapter 27 - Undesirable secrets shall, whenever possible, be ..............185 Chapter 28 - Team Spirit..........................................................................191 Chapter 29 – The sprit hits the fan...........................................................198 Chapter 30 - Pushed to the breaking point...............................................204 Chapter 31 - I was blind, but now I can see ............................................216 Chapter 32 - A mouse in the worxx.........................................................223 Chapter 33 - Why ask why?.....................................................................232 Chapter 34 - Putting on a Happy Face or Marry Kay Gone Wrong ........239 Chapter 35 - The Manchurian Candidate.................................................245 Chapter 36 - Things that go bump in the night. .......................................252 Chapter 37 - Let’s play the blame game! Come on, it’s easy and it’s ...259 Chapter 38 - It’s time for your wake up call…........................................270 Chapter 39 - Welcome to the machine, part 2. ........................................280 Chapter 40 - Drastic times demand drastic measures. .............................289 Chapter 41 - Alliances are made to be broken...........................................29 Chapter 42 - Bubble, bubble, boil and trouble! .......................................302 Chapter 43 - A clean start. .......................................................................313 Chapter 44 - Exit: Stage Left ...................................................................322 Chapter 45 - Never count your chickens before they hatch.....................331 Chapter 46 - Knocking on Heavens Door................................................339 i CONTENTS ACT III Chapter 47 - The Ultimate Question to Life, The Universe and .............354 Chapter 48 - Bang, Bang Maxwell's Silver Hammer Came Down ........368 Chapter 49 - Your Dogma Ran Over My Karma.....................................384 Chapter 50 - Beware Celestials Bearing Gifts. ........................................405 Epilog - Seeing is believing, or is it? .......................................................437 Epilog 2 - Old Friends and New Gifts .....................................................440 ii Chapter 1 A Journey Begins Sheila Sheila let out a low moan as she rolled over onto her back. Blinking at the bright sunlight, she reached up to run a paw through her hair only to stop when she saw it. "Oh wow," she commented to herself. "I'm back to myself! The wish worked!" A groan escaped her muzzle as she sat up and began checking herself over to verify that she wasn't harmed. A quick inventory by her paws verified that she wasn't injured, although she was a bit heavier than she had remembered. "You pig!" she complained as she examined her expanded waist. "How the hell did you manage to gain all this weight?" Not receiving an answer, Sheila turned and hit the prone body lying next to her. Failing to get a reaction, she grabbed the shoulder and shook. "Arden!" Still not getting a reaction, Sheila became more agitated. "Damn it, Arden," she complained as she grabbed the shoulder and heaved, rolling the body over. "NO!" she screamed as she got a good look at the mummified corpse. The body that she had once inhabited was now reduced to skin and bones. Screaming in denial, Sheila backed away from the body, unable to accept what she was seeing. Her eyes locked on the amulet that hung around the neck as it flashed in the sunlight, its smiling face mocking her horror. "NO!" Sheila bolted upright in bed. Her pulse raced, echoing the pounding of her heart as she gasped for breath. The first rays of dawn were filtering through the slatted shutters that covered the window. "Hey, baby. Are you ok?" the man lying next to her in the bed sat up and put his hand on her shoulder. He was a thin man with a robust, weathered look to his skin. His bald head was covered with mystical tattoos that extended down his back and along his exposed arms, creating a tapestry of magical glyphs that would occasionally glow or sparkle in the dim light as he moved. "Yah," Sheila replied nodding in the morning light, "It was just a dream." He gave her shoulder a little squeeze. "Was it the same one?" he gently asked. Sheila nodded in reply, still upset at the nightmare that had haunted her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him and holding her tight. "You never have to worry, my love. I'll guard you. I swear my life on it." "No!" Sheila said harshly as she forced herself away from him and stood. "Don't say that, Ross," she pleaded across the dust-filled shaft of light that leaking through the crack in the shutters. "Please don't say that." He threw the covers back, revealing his lower torso and legs that ended at the knees. With a 1 Chapter 1 gesture the tattoos began to glow with an eerie, blue light as he floated up from the bed to hover before her. "It's not for us to choose," he replied in a calming tone. "The fates brought us together for a reason. The second I saw you I fell in love. That's why I saved you from that rogue mage." Sheila turned and leaned heavily against the wall next to the shuttered window. In a vain attempt to escape her situation, she reached a free hand up to ratchet the slats open and peer out at the sunrise. "I... I... just can't right now, Ross," Sheila stuttered out as a tear soaked into the fur under her eye. "I can't give up on Arden. I know he'll find a way back to me." She turned and looked at Ross as he floated near her. "He's my only hope of going home." Ross maneuvered himself back over to the bed and settled down on the side. From the table by the headboard, he took out a bandage and began to wind it about the lower portion of one leg. "I know, Sheila, but it's been almost three months since I first saw you. How long are you going to keep hoping against all odds that he's going to turn up?" With a bit of a flourish he finished wrapping the cloth around where his lower leg and foot would have been, creating the illusion of a limb. He flexed the knee, ankle and foot, satisfied with the result, he then began working on the other leg. 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