Perrin was playing chess with Notaku when he saw Ute at the entrance glaring daggers at him. "Hey, fish girl! What brings you here?" Perrin asked cooly.

"What are you hiding?" She demanded firmly.

"What are you on about?" Perrin asked.

Ute snarled "Don't play dumb!"

"I have know idea what you're talking about! First of all, you can't just march in here and interrupt a very important game here. Secondly, I...!" Ute cuts him off by grabbing his shirt collar and bringing his face close to hers.

"You what?" She hissed softly.

"Nevermind." He squeaked at her fiery look. Ute growled.

"What is it you think I'm doing?" Perrin asked.

"You tell me." She said.

"What's your best guess, undersea pop singer?" Perrin mocked.

"Sirens do more than sing." Ute said as she opened her mouth and a strange melody came out and put Hans in a trance. "Obey me."

"I will tell you anything." Perrin droned out in a hypnotized state.

"What are you planning for Azur?" She demanded.

"I merely want to make amends." Perrin answered.

Ute was confused now. Was Hans really on the level? He could be screwing with her, but based on the tone of his voice, it seemed promising. It could be because of the trance she put him on. Maybe not.

"Just to right my wrongs. He is new and everything." Perrin concluded.

"I don't believe it." Ute muttered to herself. "How could I be so wrong?"

Just then the speakers came on and a masculine said "Attention staff and students! Please pardon the interruption. For those who are participating in the Annual Spelling Bee, please report to the auditorium immediately." Then they went off. Ute rushed to the auditorium.

Once in the auditorium, Ute sat with the rest of the contestants. She looked around for anyone she knew. Then she saw María sitting a few seats across from her. The Spanish girl caught her attention and waved to which Ute waved back awkwardly.

Then Miss. Circe walked up to the stage. "Hi, welcome to our Annual Spelling Bee. Here, we give you a word to spell out and you will be given 30 seconds to spell it. If you spell it correctly, then you will get extra credit. But if you don't get it spelled before the timer beeps, then you lose extra credit. Everyone got that?" Everyone nodded.

"Alright." Circe looked over her clipboard. "First up is...Skrug."

The skeleton boy shot up form his seat when his name was called and walked up to the stage and stood by the microphone. "Now, your word is 'Ragnarok.'

"Rag-na-rok." He drawled out as best he could. "Uh,...R-a-g-n-a-r-o-k."

Correct!"

María was up next and arrived at the stage. "María de la Santa Muerte, your word is 'Totalitarianism'."

"T-o-t-e-l...uh...?" She spelled delicately.

"Incorrect!"

"Oh, fuck me!" María cursed and stormed off. Then a tough-as-nails-looking girl with wild brownish hair, curved goat horns and goat legs came up next. "Suellen, your word is 'Magnanimous'."

"M-a-g-n-a-n-i-m-o-u-s. Magnanimous." Sue spelled.

"Correct!"

Next up was Ingrid who came up to the stage as well. "Ingrid Dracula, your word in 'Animosity'."

"A-n-i-m-o-s-i-t-y." She spelled.

"Correct!" Ingrid walked off the stage and Stella came up next. "Stella, your word is 'Gastroenteritis'."

"G-a-s-t-r-a-uhhh...p?" Stella tried to spell it, but messed it up. "Incorrect! And I'd recommend you take a shower. Because you STINK!"

Stella glared and stormed off the stage. Norris came up next. "Norris Spencer, your word is 'Archaic'." Circe said.

"A-r-c-h-a-i-c. Archaic." Norris said.

"Correct."

Next up was Yngvid. "You word is 'Obdurate'." The teacher said.

"O-d-o-e-i-o?" The ice princess said, but was interrupted.

"Incorrect! Honestly, have you been paying any attention in class besides doing your makeup?" Circe scolded. Ute snickered to herself. Yngvild growled at this and returned to her seat, sitting down and crossed her arms in a bratty manner.

"Next up is Cé." The fairy girl flew up to the stage. "Cé, your word is 'Abomination'."

"A-b-o-m-i-n-a-t-i-o-n." Cé glanced at Yngvild mockingly while saying this.

"Very good." Circe said nodding. Yngvild scowled and flipped her off from the audience. Cé just smirked and flew away. "Okay, finally, we have Ute."

The siren girl got up from her seat when her name was called and Yngvild suddenly tripped her as she passed her. Yngvild cackled while Ute ground her teeth and growled, before getting back to her feet and arriving at the stage.

"Your word is Bigot."

"B-i-g-o-t." Ute said.

"Correct!"

That afternoon after class hours were over, Azur arrived at the headmaster's office to find it dark. Skullery lit his lamp to reveal Prof. Rogers and Santa Muerte in there with him.

"What's going on?" Azur asked.

"Glad you could make it." Skullery said. "We should have a proper introduction. This is one of our English teachers, Prof. Norville Rogers." He gestured to Rogers.

"Uh...hi." Azur shakily greeted him.

"Rogers, this would be our son of Grendel." Skullery told Rogers. He awkwardly stepped forward.

"So what have you've been saying about my dad?" Azur asked.

"I only taught what I read as a boy." Rogers replied defensively. "Nothing more, nothing less."

"I suppose you know why I've brought your here." Skullery responded to Azur.

"No, why?"

"The Boogeyman, of course." Skullery said. Azur's eyes widened. "The Boogeyman is a spirit of great fear in children who brings nightmares to those who behave badly." Skullery began.

"I know who he is." Azur cut him off.

"You do?" Santa Muerte asked. "How?"

"He came to me before."

"I'm aware of that." Skullery said. "That's why wanted to tell you. The Boogeyman was once called Unwin Hieronymous Twyford, a commanding officer in the army during the during the Fourth Macedonian War. He was fearless and armed to the teeth. He had a fierce reputation of abusing children and frightening them to no end. He even killed women and children in their sleep. This captured the attention of shadow creatures of the night who devoured his soul and corrupt his body and his mind, granting him the capability to manipulate children's dream through their own fear. I met him once when I was younger. It was during the 1900's after the Second World War where I was placed in the St. Bernard's Psychiatric Hospital. My mother was a neuropsychologist there. He came to me in my dreams. There was darkness and terror around very turn. And...he attacked me with my worst fear. I was afraid of being alone in the dark. As a result, I become who I am now. My mother worked her hands to bone to try and fix me. She even got fired from her job. We both migrated to America where my mother opened up an antique shop."

Azur motioned for him to continue.

"I can still hear his deadly laugh in my dreams, but I try to ignore it as best I can." Skullery finished. Then Santa Muerte took over.

"His power grew and grew, making all of the children in the world. He would've won if not for the Circle."

"When he appeared before me, I think he wanted something from me. What was it?" Azur asked.

"We don't know."

"I know I vowed to never speak of this, but I'll you only once." Roger spoke up. Everyone looked at him. "I was once part of a group of teenage sleuths who travelled many places solving mysteries involving people dressing up as monsters."

"And...?" Azur asked.

"Most of the monsters were fake while there were some monsters that were...real." Rogers explained. "I remember the mysteries involving the Black Knight Ghost, the Tar Monster, the 10,000 Volt Ghost, Miner 49er, the Headless Spectre, Capt. Cutler's Ghost, the list is endless."

"Is the Boogeyman on that list?"

"No." He shook his head. "Our leader, Fred Jones, is now the star quarterback for the Coolsville Mantas. He dyed his hair black for some reason. Probably to attract chicks, but that wouldn't be the case. He's dating a reporter. He always had an expertise for designing traps for the villains. His ex-girlfriend, Daphne Blake, was the fashionista type and the heir to a wealthy family. We liked to call her the danger-prone, since she usually caused issues. She's now a fashion designer, model, actress, television personality and author of a best-selling romance thriller novella, The Beating Heart. Velma Dinkley, the genius, was the smart one and sometimes annoying, but not as much as Daphne. She's now an IT specialist and scientist working for the government. And my best bud and pet dog, Scoody-Doo, was our mascot and the most amazing friend I had." His voice drifted off suddenly.

"That's fine." Azur said. "I won't pressure you. So what's the Circle?"

"It's a group of legendary icons famous to children's imaginations and fantasies." Santa Muerte explained. "There's the Tooth Fairy who collects children's lost teeth and leaves coins for them."

"The Easter Bunny." Skullery explained next. "Who delivers Easter baskets on the holiday of Easter and sets up egg hunts."

"The Sandman." Rogers acknowledged. "Who puts people to sleep and sprinkles sand in their eyes during the night."

"And then there's Santa Claus." Skullery then said. "Who brings toys to the children on Christmas when they are good."

"And many others." Santa Muerte said.

"The Circle of Childhood Legends was first formed after the imprisonment of...someone." Skullery said and almost revealed Krampus's name.

"Who's someone?" Azur asked.

"I don't think you're ready for that kind of information." The headmaster brushed off.

"You probably should get some rest now." Santa Muerte suggested.

Azur then turned to the door to leave.

"Good night, Azur." They said to him.

"Good night." He said back before then left completely.

At the Si Sigma Alpha house, Amelia passed by Heidi's room then did a double take she saw her looking underneath her bed, looking for something. The giantess girl slowly entered curiously.

"Uh, Heidi? What are you looking for?" Amelia asked.

"My chocolate stash." Heidi answered from under her bed.

"You have a chocolate stash?" Amelia asked.

"Yeah."

"Okay, you really need to go easy on the sugar. You know what is does to you." Amelia explained. Heidi crawled out from under the bed and pulled out a large box and sits down. She opens the lid to reveal an assortment of chocolate products. Hershey's, Milk Duds, Kisses, Butterfingers, Milky Ways, etc. She always had a sweet tooth; an obsession for chocolate. But it wasn't the only thing she loved. She also happened to love popsicles. Heidi is immune to the effects of sugar and other sweets. But if only she ate something other than her usual brand.

"You remember that one time you too much chocolate pudding?" Amelia asked, recalling a time. Heidi had eaten a lot of chocolate mousse that she got the runs.

"Yeah." Heidi said embarrassed. "But that was one time, okay?"

Amelia sighed. "You just love your chocolate, don't you?"

Her sorority sister breathed a sigh and sat next to her as she ate "Well, anyway. Perrin's planning something special for the new kid." She said.

"Yeah?" Heidi asked, face covered with chocolate. Amelia shook her head at her childishness and leaned over into her ear and whispered everything.

Heidi laughed. "Oh, yeah." She shouted. "That'll sure show him! But won't that kill him?"

"Who cares?" Amelia asked innocently. "It's not like anyone's gonna miss him."

"I hope you guys know what you're doing. We could get in trouble or worse yet, expelled." Heidi said worriedly.

"Do we look like we give a flying fuck?" Amelia snapped. "Look, we just need him out of our hair so we retain our top status. We get rid of him, make it look like an accident and get on with our lives."

"I really don't want my mom to ground me again." Heidi said.

"Fuck what your mom says or thinks!" Amelia barked. "You and your sister are adults. You can make your own decisions!"

"Not these kind of decisions!" Heidi elaborated.

Amelia sighed again and stood up. "Someday you'll understand." She said and left, leaving Heidi deep in thought.

"Do I really want to go through with this?" She asked herself. "I want that gargantuan simpleton gone as badly as my sisters do, but not like this."

In the middle of the campus fields, Azur was walking when he suddenly felt an immediate change in atmosphere around him as the temperature dropped. It made his blood run cold and his body shudder. How can it suddenly get so cold? He felt his teeth start to move on their own, chattering against each other rapidly. The then heard a thud from behind him. He looked to see a person had fallen from a high branch in a tall tree. He moved closer to the person, but in doing so, he got even more cold. Azur wrapped his arms around himself. Then the strange person sat up and sat against the tree trunk. He had messy, spiky, dark chestnut hair with frosty spirals and decorated with tiny snowflakes. His skin was pale with light purple frostbitten parts and visible veins, pointy ears, twig-like eyebrows, torn-up Viking-era shirt, brown deerskin pants and barefoot. He even looked tired.

"Hello?" Azur greeted confused.

"AH!" The person yelped, springing up his feet in shock when he saw him.

Azur tried to calm him down. "Hey, hey! I'm not gonna kill you! Chill out! But not too much." He said.

The person settled down and panted. "You would be very surprised that no one want's be around someone who's as cold as ice, if not literally." He said in a monotone.

"Really?" Azur asked.

"But don't get to me so simply." The chilly person continued. "You're Azur, right?"

"That's me."

"Ólafur." The person, Ólafur, exclaimed. "Some place this is."

"You'd get used to it after a while." Azur said.

"Not me." Ólafur shook his head. "It'll be a long while for me to get used to any of this. Before I got here, I couldn't ever go out in the sun. I would get a painfully rash all over my body. It would itch and sting for days. I just have to keep a bunch of ice on the rashy areas until it finally cooled down. Luckily, Mother Nature was nice enough to provide a cold aura for me so I could go out and not burn up. Not literally, by the way. So what's your beef?"

"I come from Denmark." Azur began. "I was born in the marshes in the northern moors in an underwater cave. My father was Grendel who attacked the citizens of King Hrothgar's kingdom in his mead hall, Heorot. It was tragic that his poor hearing couldn't take it, so he killed many and those who would fight him."

"And then Beowulf came along and killed him." Ólafur finished with a dry tone.

"Need I go on?" Azur snorted.

"You have ice abilities too?" Ólafur asked.

"No." Azur said with surprise.

"Don't try to kid me, big guy. I know you have an ice core in there somewhere. I can practically smell it on you."

"I don't...have them yet. But someday I will." Azur said.

"Can you do this?" Ólafur asked and placed a hand on the tree trunk and frost started to form around it from his touch.

"No." Azur shook his head. "Never tried that. There's someone else with ice-related abilities named Yngvild."

"Yeah, her." Ólafur sighed. "She always tried to get in my face about a relationship since we both have something in common. Asking me to be her official boyfriend and we'd be the power couple of the school and I'd be an A-lister like her."

"Why don't you?" Azur asked.

Ólafur scoffed. "Where do you see me in then few years with her? Can you even imagine my involvement with her? Yeah, she may look cute, but there's more ice on the inside than on the outside of her. And another thing, being popular's too much. I'm better off at the bottom of the food chain. Fame and glamor is no place for me."

"You're gonna let the world eat you alive?"

"What choice do I have?" Ólafur asked.

"Well, it was nice meeting you. But there's some place I'd like to be right now." Azur said and took off. Ólafur waved wordlessly and climbed back up the tree.