Chapter 1 - Tomorrow's Surprises

Disclaimer: The characters that make up the cartoon, Wander over Yonder, do not belong to me; neither does anything that you would recognize. Those wonderful things belong to Craig McCracken and his talented crew.

Summary: Tomorrow comes with a new surprise to try and outdo the smiles of yesterday.

Warning: Use of the pairing Sylander (Wander and Sylvia), as well as potential head-cannons. (Possibilities of it being a little AU)

Enjoy!

1. Happiness

A wide grin split his skinless cheeks as he sat in his black and red cushioned throne. Spikes glistened as the strong lights of fires bounced through the window, landing on the chair. The fresh smell of smoke was not bothersome; in fact, it was a sing of victory.

His electric green eyes narrowed as he continued to look out the broken door of this planet's Capitol. The smile only grew wider as new screams of fear echoed off of the building's grand walls.

Lord Hater felt a short bubble of laughter come up from his chest. It burst from his mouth in the form of an evil cackle.

While some people found happiness in a newborn's innocent smile or the freedom of nature, Lord Hater found happiness in the destruction of said things. He found happiness in evil.

2. Secret

Eyes falling to the grass green hat that he was clutching tightly, the smile fell from his face. No longer was his expression its usual cheerful self, instead it was full of sorrow.

Secretly, the little nomad was glad that Sylvia was not awake.

Suppressing the depressing feelings that he could feel quickly bubbling to the surface, Wander curled up around the large head wear. He bit his lip hard, almost drawing blood. However, the fight was futile and he ended up surrendering to the usually hidden emotions. The only sign being hot bead of tears as they slowly ran down his cheeks.

No, he decided. Sylvia could never know.

And at that tear filled moment, Wander had made his first secret.

3. Beauty

Wander, being his usual cheerful self, found beauty in every single thing; whether it be something large, small of hurtful. He found beauty in the sun when it shined every morning, and the rain when it flooded the ground. He found beauty in the frailest butterfly.

But the thing that he found to be the most beautiful, was the protective and blur furred Zbornak, named Sylvia.

4. Garden

Lord Hater looked over the small shoulder of his loyal commander, Peepers, at the unfolded map that covered the table. It had blotches of red and white skulls littering its indigo-black surface. The hand drawn planets and their surrounding stars were easily blocked out by the large stamps of his cartooned face.

With hands clasped behind his back, he listened to what the watchdog commander further go into detail about their plans to take over more planets. He nodded every so often.

His eyes darted from planet to planet, star to star in satisfaction. Sure, his garden of planets that he had taken over was small; but every good gardener takes their time to let their wonderful garden grow.

5. Give

Sylvia looked down at the slumbering nomad that lay curled up inside a floppy green hat, a soft smile making its way to the surface.

Her partner was always known to give and give all. He always gave help to other creature before helping him self.

And as she pushed a medium sized box closer to the nomad's face, the strong Zbornak decided that today Wander would be the one to receive and she would be the giver.

6. Jump

Her eyes were wide with fear for not only, but, mostly, for her rider. The smell of smoke reached her nostrils as they flared, one of the many signs that her instincts to flee were flaring up. She could feel her sky blue fur standing on end. Every inch of her mind was telling her to run, and get away from the rising danger.

But she could not. Not without Wander.

At the same time that she spread out her arms, Sylvia shouted loudly in hopes to get his voice heard over the roar of the ship's engines; "Jump!"

Equally panicked eyes met her own. Looking down with a gaze that quickly filling with tears, Wander shouted back; although his voice many octaves higher due to the powerful influence of fear. "What?"

"Wander, you need to jump!" Taking a step forward, she added, "now!"

Hands ringing together in obvious fear, said creature took a half step back - the opposite of what was wanted. "I-I can't!"

Growing impatient, Sylvia's eyes narrowed. "For glorp's sake, Wadner!" She yelled, noticing that the skeleton-themed ship had gotten closer to their spot. Trees fell as bright red lasers were blasted at the ground. "You have to jump!"

Turning his head around to face her once more instead of the oncoming ship and its laser induced fire, the nomad locked eyes with him. A tear ran down his face. "I-I'm scared!"

Gaze softening, Sylvia took a second step closer to the cliff's side. She lifted her arms a little bit higher.

"Don't worry!" She reassured him, "I'll catch you!"

"But-"

"Do you trust me?"

Halting for a second in surprise, Wander nodded. "Of course!"

"Then jump!"

Stepping forward, but still looking down at his shaking legs, Wander protested one last time; "But Syl-"

The ship's roar was ever closer now. Sylvia could practically hear the mocking laugh that was of their (well, hers rather) most hated enemy. She roared nearly as loud; "Now!"

A laser hit the ground just where he had been standing. But it singed only dulled green grass.

Wander had jumped.

It took no more than a second or two, and before he knew it, Wander was being held tightly to a board chest. He looked up with wide eyes.

"Told you I'd catch you." And she always would.

7. Hope

There was a well known myth about stars, that they shone with extremely hot gas. Nothing more.

But what people did not know what that they were completely wrong.

Stars did not shine and twinkle due to excess amounts of gas. Instead, their colors and sparkling was from hope, and that alone. All of the stars held grand amounts of hope deep within them. Every single one shined brightly; more often than not, brighter than the biggest and hottest sun.

However, there was one star out there in the universe that shined brighter than all of the rest. One that held the most hope out of them all.

And its name was Wander.

8. Reminded

"No."

His eyes widened, filling quickly with the disbelief as he looked on at the crumbling planet. The jerking and splitting of the once stable crust did nothing to jerk the small creature out of his trance.

His eyebrows furrowed. "No." He whispered again, his voice barely qualifying as so.

Buildings toppled to the torn up ground, not being able to withstand the shaking any longer. Glass, bricks, and other types of debris littered the ground; some even making it as far as him thanks to the sudden gusts of wind. Despite the stinging of a few cuts, he ignored the pain.

"No." The nomad, eyes filling with tears now, looked around at the destruction. He gasped as a family of three barely dodged a dislodged building. "No!"

This could not be happening. His heart lurched as several parts of the rocky surface of the green planet were forced upwards, reaching towards the skies. He held his breath as dark clouds rolled in; whether it being just dust or actual storm clouds, it was unclear. It just could not. Not now!

"C'mon, bud! We gotta go!"

Remaining still, the secretive traveler allowed himself to be thrown atop of a familiar black saddle a moment later. He allowed himself to flee from the destruction and into the calm atmosphere that was of the flea-shaped ship. "No." He continued to mumble.

Trudging over to the window, he put his hands to the cold glass and proceeded to watch the familiar scene of a planet getting unwillingly destroyed. He hit the window, and at the same time his head tipped in sorrowed.

'No.' The male thought to himself, eyes now closed tightly in order to stop the memory-induced tear. 'It can't end like this.'

And he would not let it. Not without a fight.

'Not again.' He had- no, he would do something about it.

9. Distance

Whether it was as short as five feet or as long as ten thousand miles, Sylvia was sure to come running if her friend needed her help.

It did not matter the distance. Not one bit.

10. Peace

Their views about peace could not be any more different. Their hearts called for different forms of the word.

One found peace in bright smiles and warm hugs. While the other found peace to be mainly of destruction and war.

In the long run, however, their hearts were beating for more than simply wealth or joy. They were crying out for someone, rather than something as avoiding as true peace.