"And this is the pub me and the guys like the hang out at, the Lunar Eclipse." Eugene stated, pointing to a pub. "The owner of this place is also the cook, and his breakfast muffins are the best you'll find here."

Rapunzel smiled as she looked over the building, it was one of the buildings that looked like it hadn't taken any serious damage. "I hope to meet him soon and try some of his cooking."

"He's probably helping with the rebuilding." Eugene assumed. "When the black rocks started attacking, he's not only helping with the rebuilding efforts, but he allowed a lot of people to stay here when their homes were destroyed."

"He sounds wonderful." Rapunzel added.

Eugene looked around. "Well, I think that's all I can show you around town. For now, at least. The rest of the town is still recovering." Then he thought of something. "Actually, there might be one place I can show you."

Then he led Rapunzel further into the town, making the Princess curious. Eventually, they came to a shop. At first, she wasn't sure what this was, so she waited for Eugene to explain.

"This is an art shop." Eugene explained. "I never really come here, since I'm not much of an artist, but since we started rebuilding, the shop owners have been a major in providing supplies. Wait here for a moment." Then the prince entered the shop while Rapunzel remained outside.

Shortly, he came back outside with his arms behind his back. He smiled at her. "Close your eyes." He instructed.

"What? Why?" She asked, confused.

"Trust me." He insisted. "Close your eyes and hold your hands out."

While she was still confused, Rapunzel did what he told her to do. She closed her eyes and helped her hands out to him. Then she felt something being placed in her hands. She grew more curious, but she kept her eyes shut.

"Okay, now you can open your eyes." Eugene said.

When the princess opened her eyes and looked at what was in her hands, she saw a package. Within it, were art supplies, paints, a few paintbrushes, some sheets, and other things.

"I remembered you mentioned you liked painting." Eugene stated with a small smile. "I know we're busy with a lot of stuff, but I figured you might want to paint a bit."

Rapunzel smiled at Eugene. "This is really sweet of you. Thank you, Eugene."

"And Rapunzel?" Eugene started. "About what I was trying to tell you earlier, I wanted-"

"Eugene!" He heard Adira call. Soon, Adira joined him and Rapunzel.

"What's going on, Adira?" Eugene asked.

"You're needed back at the castle." Adira explained. "You need to see your father."

"Did something happen to him?" The Prince asked, already fearing the worst.

The guard captain shook her head. "No, but I fear something might happen if you don't speak to him."

Then Eugene grew confused. "What do you mean?"

"I'll explain as we get back to the castle." Adira said. Then she lead Eugene and Rapunzel back to the castle.


Back at the castle, Edmund sat up in his bed, a maid had come by and given him some food, but Edmund didn't have much an appetite, so he settled for staring into the soup bowl given to him, looking at his reflection.

As he looked at his face in the soup, he kept thinking at how he could've gotten to become like this. He was a king, a protector of his kingdom and his family, sworn his life to defend his home and his family's legacy.

But he had failed. He failed to protect his kingdom by allowing the Moonstone to destroy it and be taken away, by his own daughter. That fact also showed that he had failed his family, his failed both his children, neglected them and allowed them to hurt the way they were.

He heard his bedroom door creak as it was opened, but he didn't look up.

"I said I wanted to be left alone." He said to whoever had entered.

"Not this time, Your Majesty." Adira's voice told him.

Finally looking up, Edmund saw Adira and with her was Eugene, who awkwardly stood next to her.

"What's going on?" He asked her.

Adira didn't say anything, she just pushed Eugene towards him and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Eugene stood awkwardly for moment before Edmund asked again. "What's going on?"

Eugene looked at his hands before quietly responding. "She wants us to talk about what happened."

Edmund sighed. "Did something else happen I didn't know about?"

"No, I mean-" Eugene corrected. "Before I...what happened in the War Room."

Edmund frowned as he knew what Eugene was referring to. That was the last thing he wanted to do, he was already wallowing about his failures, he didn't need to talk about it more.

"Eugne, I-"

"Dad, I-"

Realizing they both spoke at the same time, both men stopped talking. Edmund moved his food bowl from his lap and started to get out of bed.

Eugene frowned and went to his father's side. "Dad, you shouldn't be up so soon."

"I've been in bed enough." King Edmund declared. "You know I don't like being bedridden."

"I'm sorry." Eugene quietly said, looking at the ground.

Edmund gave a weak chuckle. "No need to apologize, the others will tell you I've always been-"

"No, I mean, I'm sorry." Eugene said, his voice becoming shaky. Looking back at his father, the older man saw tears forming in Eugene's eyes. "I'm so sorry for what I said."

Edmund stared at his son, his heart breaking at the sight of his oldest child, who usually was so confident and stubborn, was beginning to break down like this.

"Eugene..." He started.

But Eugene wasn't finished. "I know we don't see eye to eye, and I know I'm not the son you would've wanted me to be, but I swear, I am so sorry for saying I wish you weren't my father, I didn't mean it."

Before Eugene could say more, Edmund pulled Eugene into a one-armed hug. Eugene didn't say anything, but he quickly wrapped his arms around his father, hugging back.

"I'm the one who should be sorry, son." Edmund said. "I'm sorry for not listening to you that day. And I'm sorry for not being a better father. I didn't give you the attention you needed, I wasn't there when I should've been, and worse, I allowed Gothel to hurt you and your sister."

Eugene didn't say anything, he just dug his face into Edmund's shoulder, where Edmund could hear the younger man cry a bit. The King felt tears fall from his own eyes.

"I love you, Dad." Eugene said.

"I love you too, Son." Edmund said.

They both knew they would need to talk to the others soon, to tell them that things have been resolved between the two men. But for now, they just wanted to along together, since they both could agree they didn't want others to see their ugly crying faces.


Meanwhile, at the Great Tree, Cassandra continued to follow the Enchanted Girl as the spirit lead her to the deeper part of the tree. While she was curious at where they were going, she didn't question it, trusting the girl to show her to her destiny.

Soon, they arrived at what looked like some kind of chamber, there was writing on the walls and scrolls in shelves.

"What is this place?" Cassandra asked aloud.

"The key to your destiny." The Enchanted Girl declared. "This place holds the key to unlocking your full potential."

The ghostly girl then pointed to one of the scrolls. Cass grabbed the scroll and when she opened it, a scrap of paper fell out of it. At first, she didn't really think much of it, but then, she realized what it was.

"A piece of the Demanitus Scroll." She realized.

"This piece in particular will be crucial for you, along with your mother's piece." The Enchanted Girl explained.

The Dark Princess looked at the girl. "My mother doesn't have a piece."

"I know you don't believe that, Cassandra, you're too smart for that." The girl said. "Why else would your mother bring you here. And you know she knows more than she lets you believe. Maybe its time to finally get answers from her."

Cassandra thought a for a moment. She didn't want to believe that her mother had a Demanutis scroll piece, it just didn't seem to make any sense to her. But the Enchanted Girl had been right when she told her that her mother was keeping secrets from here.

"What do you want me to do?" Cassandra asked the spirit.

"Talk to her." The girl instructed. "Give her one chance to show that you can trust her. And if she refuses, well, I can promise you that the scroll piece you have now, will give you what you need to finally get what your mother owes you."