Hey, people! This is an OC-centric story about my own original character, Falada. He is the son of the princess (not the pretend princess) in the Goose Girl. Yeah, she has a son, not a daughter. So... Goose Boy. I hope you guys enjoy! I literally just wrote this a few minutes ago and is the first thing I've written since my hiatus the middle of last summer. Not sure how good it is, but really hope you all enjoy! Please tell me if you think I should continue!
By the way, this is not written is the same writing style as Shannon Hale's. Oh, and speaking of Shannon Hale... You should go check out her book "The Goose Girl" which is obviously just a rewrite of the original story by the Brothers' Grimm. It is really good. Okay, shameless advertising of my favorite author author (during my childhood and preteens) is now over.
Oh, and story contains male/male, yaoi, slash or whatever you call it, so if you don't like that don't read this then!
Enjoooooooooooooooooy the story with tea and crumpets, dearies!
Falada sighed as he looked longingly out his classroom window, watching as the bright and colorful birds hopped from one branch to another on the apple tree right outside. Glancing to the front of the class at the teacher, he figured he wouldn't be missed by anyone. Clearing his throat, he stood up suddenly, "Um, may I be excused to go to the restroom?" He looked around the room to see that all the other students including the popular Daring Charming, the future king of his own kingdom, and his younger brother Dexter Charming.
Without waiting to hear the teacher's response, he grabbed his books off the desk, an open textbook to some random page number to look as if he was paying attention, and his writing notebook which for today only contained doodles and zero note, and then his book bag from where it hung from one strap on the back of his chair and scurried out of class. Not taking the chance to be caught any staff that might have been lingering by he quickly turned the corner and rushed down the hall, thankful the exit was so close to his class.
The second he stepped outside, he immediately felt his anxiety and worries fade, and let his shoulders slump forward. He looked around the courtyard to see no other classes or even the random student was out there. It was a large and grassy field, roughly around the size of a football field with dozens of apple, cherry blossoms and other types of trees dotting the yard for students to sit down at and enjoy the warm weather while they talk with friends. Looking further to his right, he saw where the grass with upward towards the sky on a huge hill that you couldn't see the other side of that was mainly used by the fourth year students. He never went over there, preferring to sit down by his favorite tree, but heard rumors of there being a small lake over there. Beside the hill was two large towers, both made of large stones and in between them had a marvelous set of spiral staircases that cut off into to directions at the top, one leading to the taller tower with the purple door and brass handle and the other to the slightly smaller tower that had a rounded door and small knob.
He knew both towers belong to the daughters of Rapunzel and was donated by their father who apparently spoiled them rotten. It was their personal, one-bedroom dorm rooms; ones that gained the two girls much envy from the rest of the female students. So much dislike that the student council president, Apple White, had a vote to get them taken away saying it wasn't fair to the rest of the students. Which got turned down by Headmaster Grimm, though, it was never explained why; rumor has it was because their father paid him to keep it up. Falada didn't believe it; a stick-in-the-mud like Headmaster Grimm would never accept a bribe.
Shaking his head literally to clear it of anymore thoughts, he realized he was still standing there near the entrance of the door. Sighing to himself, he flapped his hands up, encouraging the wind to lift his feet off the ground like his mother taught him how to do at age five, and floated over to his favorite tree. It was an apple tree, much like the one he had looked at from inside the classroom, except with more branches and less apples. Leaning against the hard bark of the tree, he forced himself to shut his eyes and just listen to the wind. Being a wind-speaker was his special talent, known only to people of his own kingdom, but being the prince, he was exceptionally well at controlling the wind to do his bidding. Ah, yes, he was a prince. Here at Ever After High, all the students were the sons and daughter of various and famous fairy tales characters. When you began your second-year of being at the school you were to be trained in the ways of following your parents' footsteps, your destiny. Then of course, there is the infamous day of the singing of your name in the Storybook of Legends. That was the momentous day where all second-year students pledge to follow to story of their parents, and keep their stories alive. Anyone who failed to do so, it was believed, goes poof. Vanishes, disappears and their story just ceases to exist.
Falada sighed, eyes still shut tight, as he pictured his mothers' golden locks, their curliness that bounced perfectly and her vibrant, green eyes that sparkled. Would she disappear if he didn't sign? Would his father? He tried to picture his father next with his tall, muscular build, his broad shoulders and his graying hair. He couldn't picture his eye color, though. His father was a busy man, and even though their kingdom wasn't as large as Cinderella's or Snow White's, they had a fairly large population – in fact, they were beginning to become over populated – and that kept his father busy. So busy, most nights he wouldn't be able to come down for dinner or even lunch, and once even forgot his name.
Opening his eyes, he glanced at the grass, and chuckled without much humor. He was still floated even as he sat cross-legged, his book bag hanging low and brushing the grass. Taking it off, and putting his two books inside, he forced himself to lower down. He sighed, his mind not yet ready to let go of the thoughts. Would his entire people just vanish along with him if he didn't sign? Would his kingdom vanish from the maps, and everyone just forget they ever existed? Could he risk it? Was he selfish enough? Falada cringed at the last one. Was he? Was it? Was it selfish to not want to sign, to want to choose his path in life?
The rest of the school seemed to think so. But as he tried to imagine becoming King, one day ruling over his students next to his wife, he stomach churned. That wasn't the life for him. When he was younger he watched his father slowly lose the light in his eyes as he was forced to take on the weight of an entire kingdom, the lives and well-being of not just his own family, but of all the others who lived in his kingdom. Banging the back of his head on the hard bark of the tree, he tried to imagine the life he wanted, one filled nightly rides on his beloved horse, of morning and evenings working at the stables that belonged to some other future king, and most importantly, coming home to—
He was broken out of his reverie by the soft footsteps of someone coming towards him. Looking up and put his hand over his eyes to avoid the suns' rays from dripping into his eyes and saw a boy around his age with silver eyes that were a bit too big for his face and dark brown hair that was tied into a loose ponytail wearing a black robe that right after his knees and regular jeans. He came closer to him, a small smile on his face, before standing directly in front of him.
"Well, hello there Tall, Dark and Handsome, what can I do for you," Falada said with a grin, casually glancing around to make sure no other students were there to see them.
The boy rolled his eyes, "Professor Nimble sent me to get you," he replied, holding up his hand to show the pass he held. "Fala, you can't just running out of class. Even if we are second-years we can still get in trouble."
Falada frowned, but patted the spot next to him in invitation. "This close to Legacy Day? I doubt it. Not when we have our destinies to focus on." When the older boy sat down next to him, he grinned and laid his head on his shoulders.
"Falada…" Morpheus said, a light blush rising on his cheeks. "This area is too public, we have to be careful." But even as he said the words he was turning to face him and gave his a light kiss on his head.
Knowing what his boyfriend said was true, he sighed. "I'm sorry, Mory, you know I can't stand being inside too long. It makes me restless; I had to get out of there." Reaching with his hand, he grabbed the other boys' hands in their shadows.
"It's okay," Mory mumbled under his breath quietly. His voice was so naturally low sometimes Falada couldn't even hear him even when being next to him.
Falada grinned once more before quickly scanning the area and checking no one was there. When he saw no one he reached up to capture his lips in a kiss and used his free had to grab his shirt to pull him closer as they deepened the kiss. He heard the pass dropping onto the grass, classed momentarily. He knew eventually he'd have to go back, but for now he just closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.
And as the two boys made out, they were unaware of someone walking into the grassy area, her red hood pulled above her head covering a dangerous secret, her long, ebony hair with the one streak of white in the both her bangs and hair, also covered and her eyes rounded in shock as she watched the two boys kiss before as silently as a wolf tuning around and going back the way she came. She had only come out here because it was her free period, she never expected to see anyone else out here, no one ever was. The hooded female never expected to have discovered another secret in which she'd be force to hold.