#jonathan ward

Title: FernGully

Rating: G

Director: Bill Kroyer

Cast: Samantha Mathis, Jonathan Ward, Christian Slater, Tim Curry, Robin Williams, Tone Loc, Grace Zabriskie, Geoffrey Blake, Robert Pastorelli, Cheech Marin, Tommy Chong, Townsend Coleman, Brian Cummings, Kathleen Freeman, Naomi Lewis, Danny Mann, Neil Ross

Release year: 1992

Genres: fantasy, adventure

♦ It had been quite busy the past couple of weeks with the Sunka attacks. Those beasts had charged at the fort more frequently than anyone would have wanted.

♦ After hours of fighting for your life, the sun had finally sunk beneath the trees and you were so exhausted and sore that it was kind of difficult to walk from the kitchen and down to the fireplaces.

♦ It was worth it though.

♦ Jonathan welcomed you with a smile after he looked away in disgust from his plate with beans. You calmly returned the greeting and sat down beside the blonde man.

♦ “Ya we’re quite handy this time, y/n! But I do hope those Sunka ain’t comin’ back!”

♦ “Thanks, Jonathan,” you said, eating your share of beans. “I’m not sure how much I can take anymore though..”

♦ He looks at you with a sceptical look. You were a strongminded and supportive member of the team, why would you think of something like that?

♦ Across from you sat Peter; he had heard your conversation and chimed in “I mean.. y/n is right. The Sunka have been getting in on us more often these weeks.. I wonder what’s gonna happen to us.”

♦ The other Mountain Men around you began to have small conversations about their own insecurities surrounding the Sunka attacks. You looked away, a bit ashamed to have reopened the wound your friends had had for so long.

♦ Jonathan looked around at the others until a sudden idea popped into his mind.

♦ Placing the beans away he stormed off into his cabin which led to your insecurities becoming bigger; did he just leave you because you told him you're weak?

♦ Not long after he had vanished he came leaping out of the cabin with what looked like his banjo. Jonathan sat down again, putting his instrument into position.

♦ “This is an ol’ song my ma used to sing to me.” (imagine ‘Soldier, Poet, King’ but in old Texas, basically ;w;)

♦ He starts singing a calm yet uplifting song. The men around you eye Jonathan as he starts to sing (something like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbE3luZs3vo&t=0s)

♦ As the end of the song is closing in, everyone has begun to cheer him on. Sounds like his music and supportive actions helped around the fort that night.

♦ You sat there peacefully, smiling at the sounds of your friends’ laughter and joy as their willpower was returning.

♦ Before saying good night to Jonathan you asked him to do that again the next night.