It took no time at all to introduce the youngest of the Tremaine brood to the community. Everyone had a close eye on her reaction to Ursa and Iden. They were the enigmas of their community, their parents were unknown and their physiques were painfully obvious that they were not human.

Children always had varying reactions that would be indicators of who they would stick around. If they were curious about them, approach them without fear, they would most likely be a shore liner. A person who actively swims in the water and collects what they can from the tides beyond the Ilse. If they were indifferent, it was likely they would remain as the gophers, getting their feet wet but also climbing towards the higher rocks as their little messengers or taking their time to make clothes for everyone. If there was fear however... They would hide, higher up. Probably avoid the water for so long, and take to the high and dry work of the tech driven children.

The youngest Tremaine didn't seem phased by the two Octo-brothers. She just kept talking about the pretty rocks and asking where her mom was.

It was always hard when the parents did try and hold onto their kids and then give up. It was easier when the little ones had just gotten to soft food or had been sheltered and at least able to talk to their parents about being in the underground.

The latest any child entered their domain was eight for a reason. That was the absolute oldest the parents had been able to protect or care for their progeny willingly.

"She seems like a mid, just like the other Tremaines," Jay commented to Carlos. Carlos didn't comment, but his lips did twitch. He had been curious and approached the twins, only to touch their tentacles and then scream, running in circles around the twins until he ran into a wall. He was probably the most infamous of the introductions.

"Are you really surprised? All the Tremaines came down late. No infant confusion and able to talk to others. She probably heard," Carlos mused.

"I guess," Jay responded, "Well, I'm off to snatch some clam chowder from the Hun-kids. Want some?"

"Dude, it's clam broth and clams."

"Isn't that what I said?"

"Nevermind."


King Adam finished gathering his most trusted members of security and the guards. Many of which were dressed in some poorer quality clothes to hopefully blend in on the island long enough to find the little Tremaine and get her off.

"Everyone, this is a search and retrieve mission. There is one confirmed missing child on the island. There may be a few more. Perhaps as high as twelve children."

No one assumed more. How could a child survive on such a hate filled island? Nonetheless, more than one.

"Everyone, in disguise. We don't want anyone getting jumped. We don't want the child getting hurt either."

No one argued as they wanted nothing to do with the villains. Nor did they wish to be mercilessly tortured as a "hero's pet".

"And not one word to anyone until the child is retrieved."

A few were confused by this statement. Others took only a minute to realize. While technology wasn't as advanced as what they had in their homes, if word broke out about their search, no doubt that someone on the Ilse would hear of it. It was just better to remain quiet.


While King Adam directed his most trusted soldiers, Queen Belle had taken her son to her favorite bookstore growing up in a small village.

While the book keeper she once knew and cherished had passed away, his grand nephew kept the store going. He was a quiet boy.

"Good morning Henry," Belle greeted. The boy lifted his head from his papers.

"Ah. Bonjour mon lit queen. And heir Prince."

"Hello Ornery," Ben fumbled. Henry sighed as Belle looked embarrassed.

"On-ree, my prince," the boy corrected, "Are you two here for new books? I have a few you might not have," he continued on in his heavy French accent. It appeared lost on the royals his slight movements to slide some papers and ragged notebooks into a box behind his desk.

"Perhaps, a fairy tale? A Biographie perhaps? I believe Sleepy has just finished his rendition of Snow White's famed childhood," he mutter softly.

"That sounds lovely. Do you mind us looking around though?"

"Ah, not at all mon lit queen. You two take your time. Let me know if you need assistance."

"Will do Henry."

Henry nodded as the two looked around. Queen Belle more enthusiastic than her son. He held back a sigh as he resituated his papers. The journals he had acquired through less than... Savory means. Though, to be fair, no one wanted to hold onto the works, the thoughts of criminals.

The scroll of Jafar, his many accounts of Agraba's crimes and works as well as the shortfalls of the guards and Sultan. Cruella's early sketch books with mutilated people in the jaws of animals, often times very fat. The treaties and battle plans of Queen Grimhilde to protect her modest kingdom. Smee's treasure log for Captain Hook. The beautifully tragic poetry of the Tremaine sisters...

All forgotten, all unwanted from society.

And collected by a quiet bookworm under the Queen of Audaron's nose. Oh perish the thought of being discovered. A slap on the wrist and a gossipy trail following him. But it had been habit since some had just callously thrown away the works of the villains. Even the brilliant works.

"Oh look at this!" he heard the queen gasp. Henry gave a small smile to her. He'd have to think later. Right now, he had a book lover in his old store.


The forests of Audaron quivered with soft leaves and wicked breezes as a young teen screamed in rage.

"Anka do this. Anka do that. Go test this man. Go test that man! Grraagh!" She screeched falling to the ground. Her messy blond hair falling every which way. She huffed and sat up. Angry green eyes stared off into the forest. The darted frequently around searching for something.

"Think this is funny mom? Oh wait. You're dead. I'm sure you think this hilarious."

There was no response, just the rustling of the wind.

"You had your five minutes of fame mom. Don't blame me that the Fairy Godmother got more attention. She actually made someone happy. You turned a freaking kid into a beast, and cursed everyone who lived with him. Great lesson mom."

The wind grew softer.

"You don't deserve what the Fairy Godmother got. I'll make it right though. You might not have served a punishment, but I'm not letting this sin stain our family," the girl pulled a thin wand out and points it to the sky, "I will clean what we have done. I swear this," she hissed.


The bells rang clearly to the enjoyment of a little girl. Above the city within the stone halls of sanctuary. Above the greed and hideousness of the people. Of the inherent "goodness". All those inherent good had her family killed. After all, only some gypsies were inherently good. So the rest, they must be evil. If not for her devotion to her sanctuary and her adoptive father, she would have attacked those below who cared not of her father's or mother's life.

"Esperanza, aren't you going to join me for dinner?"

The little girl nodded.

"Yes father Quasimodo."

Ehehehehehehehehehe. Well, more characters have decided to join in on the fun.