Previously on the story, after reading through fairy tales and whatnot, Avery recites a Latin incantation that pulls the boys with a magical force into the book, trapping them in the fantastical literary world. We is going to go through the Disney Princess movies one-by-one, beginning with the one that started it all: Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. Ladies and gentlemen, the story continues...

Dane awoke with a throbbing headache like a thousand rabid squirrels rustling around inside his head and his vision was obfuscated for a few moments before it finally cleared up. He groaned from the ache in his brain as he tried to remember what had happened. Everything's a blur, but slowly, it started coming back to him. He and his club friends were in their library hideout and reading from some old book about fairytales until Avery read off an incantation in a weird language. Latin, he guessed. Then there was a flash of lightning and powerful winds before everything went pitch black.

"Avery, you bastard. Why you do this?" He muttered, struggling to get his speech pattern back and sat up to see where he was. Surprisingly, he saw that he was in a forest clearing surrounded by a beautiful scene of glossy grass, lovely flowers and the trees. But in the forest where? Maybe he was dragged out of the library when he was unconscious and left in the woods for some reason. But why the forest, he asked himself. Dane had so many questions stirring around in his head, but he wasn't doing to get answers just sitting around.

He returned to his feet and looked all around, spotting some bluebirds flying around, tweeting a happy tune and other residential forest creatures about. After walking about half a mile, the sight of a castle far in the distance fell upon his viewpoint. A castle?, he thought quizzically. Where the hell was he? He can't possibly be in Ohio anymore, because Ohio does not have any castles. But he needed to find out where he was and how to get out of it. It was a long walk towards the civilization. Dane needed to stop a few times to catch his breath. Finally, there was a village outside the castle. Once there, everybody was looking at him with curiosity and suspicion. It had to be his attire. Everyone else was wearing Medieval-style wardrobe and whatnot. Is the Renaissance Faire going on early or something? But Dane needed some clues to what was going on. A few minutes flew by and he was just beyond the castle walls when a graceful, melodious hum came upon his ears.

It sounded hypnotic and lovely, so much that he had to see who it was. The trail lead him to a stone wall, a bit too tall for him. Dane found a large rock that he could stand on and when he could at last peek his eyes over the wall, there was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in what seemed like raggedy clothes that a scullery maid would wear. Short black hair stylized in a bob with a headband or something of the sort with a tiny bow, ruby red lips, creamy white skin and wooden clogs. She was just scrubbing some stones steps with a scrubber and a bucket of water next to her, humming away contently. White turtle doves sat around her, watching her work, scrubbing the step gently and gently. Then the woman stopped to take a breath and sighed from all the work she had to do. And as Dane watched, she stood on her feet and dumped the rest of the water onto the step before maneuvering over to the well to fetch some more.

Dane quickly ducked his head down, afraid that she might spot him watching her. He couldn't explain it, but for some reason, he suddenly had a desire to get to know this girl, even though he had just laid eyes on her for the first time. But what if she, too, thinks of him as distasteful like the ones back at home? What if she also sees him as a perverted rapist and runs away from him in fear? Who knows? Maybe this time, it'll be different.

The girl lowered the empty bucket into the well for more water, humming her little tune all the while and the doves keeping their eyes on her. And then she spoke to them in a cutesy, innocent tone that seemed to melt Dane's heart.

"Wanna know a secret?" asked the girl.

The doves all nodded in responce, seemingly understanding the girl's words.

"Promise not to tell?" The girl asked with a slight hope and the doves gave a nod in confirmation.

"~ We are standing by a wishing well. ~" sang the girl so gracefully, so wondrously that it seemed to put Dane under a magical spell that was compelling him to this girl by force, but he wanted to wait for the right moment.

"~ Make a wish into the well.
That's all you have to do.
And if you can hear it echoing,
Your wish will soon come true. ~"

"~ I'm wishing... ~" She said into the well, before it, indeed, echoed back to her.

"I'm wishing."

"~ For the one I love to find me... ~"

"To find me."

"~ Today. ~"

"Today."

"~ I'm hoping... ~"

"I'm hoping."

"~ And I'm dreaming of the nice things... ~"

"The nice things."

Dane suddenly jumped to the opportunity to make his presence known. With incredible strength, he reached his arms over and pulled his own body up, climbing up and over the stone wall, but made sure as to stay perfectly quiet, just to not frighten this girl. After a couple struggles, he was finally on the other side of wall and in the garden and slowly, albeit carefully walked over to the girl as she was vocalizing into the well and listening to her echoes, wondering what he was going to say to her and how she was going to react.

"~ I'm wishing... ~"

"I'm wishing."

"~ For the one I love to find me... ~"

"To find me."

"~ Today. ~"

"Today."

Mustering up all the courage and confidence he needed to make a good first impression, he gently tapped on the girl's shoulder, to which she halted her little song and turn lift her head up towards the unknown person and then she let out a surprised gasp upon seeing Dane, this strange man standing close to her in the castle garden.

"Uhh...hi?" Dane weakly began with a slight wince and giving her a greeting wave. "I'm Dane and I was just passing by and..."

But during his little introduction, the girl have him a somewhat frightened expression as if she had seen a ghost and full-on darted towards the open door, looking back a few times to make sure he wasn't chasing her.

"Wait a minute!" called Dane desperately, but the girl had already retreated back in doors, slamming the door behind her, leaving behind a shocked Dane. He could see her fleeing up the stairs through the windows, still scared by stranger in the garden. Dane was now heartbroken and emotionally shattered by her reaction and her sudden sense of security.

"I knew it." He muttered with a shake of his head. She's just like the other girls, he thought. Every girl thinks he's a freak, a force to be reckoned with. Why must his life be so complicated with it comes to having relationships? Hanging his head in sadness, he lumbered away from the well. Maybe she did have a good reason to run away. She probably just thought he was a kidnapper. Hell, it was the castle and he was trespassing in a way. But, all in all, she couldn't taken a moment to at least ask why he was here. Still, it was inevitable. Unknown to him, the girl was watching him depart and climb over the wall through the curtains to the balcony above. All the sudden, she felt pretty guilty about running out on him like that. Perhaps she should've spoken to him, but her mother did once tell her not to speak with strangers. But either way, he wasn't necessarily doing anything wrong. All he wanted was to befriend her.

Meanwhile, her stepmother, the queen, was watching the entire scene from far above through her own window with a look of disgust and undeniable fury. She must think that Dane was trying to put a move on her and that the girl was playing a silly game of hard-to-get. It hurt her ego and made her all sorts of mad, thinking that while her stepdaughter has a lover, she has nobody. Then she flung the curtains shut in a fit of anger, storming back to her throne room in a huff.

Dane, having left the castle walls, sulks back towards the village, hoping to look for a job or his friends for that matter. Once again, the villagers gave him strange looks with many of the women picking up their children and hiding themselves away like the girl. He held his head down, trying to not draw any more unwanted attention as he began his search for work.

"Hey, uh, sir?" Dane called out to a shop owner who kept a stone-cold look at the boy, making him feel uneasy. The man held a butcher's knife still fresh with animal blood dripping from.

"I-I-I'm looking for some work, sir." Dane muttered weakly.

Still silent.

"I mean, if you don't need any help, could you at least tell me if you've seen any of my friends? One's a-"

Dane's suddenly cut off before a knife is slammed onto the side of the shop.

"Listen boy, I don't need any sort of beggar to steal from me when I got the damned Queen's taxes doing that for me!" The butcher lectured before taking the thick knife out of the side. "Begone, before I make you her next meal!"

"What?!" Dane cried out before running away from the angry butcher.

Unfortunately, other job prospects turned him away as well, luckily those weren't nearly as pissed as the butcher! But yet still, he was called a vagrant, an outsider, a beggar, a strange mage of some sort, among others. After a long day of being turned down multiple times, Dane went back to the walls of the castle. Why he is, he's not really sure. Maybe because it was near the girl? Maybe because, despite the fear she showed, she still seemed warm and comforting? Yet there was something familiar to her as well.

Having gathered a pile of leaves, he tried his best to make it as comfortable as he could. Well, it'd have to do for now. Drifting off to sleep, he saw flashes of image of a silver carriage, a spinning, a boy and girl rising from the surface, the sounds of gunshots, a fight between bears, snow monster and lava. The last image was of a hideous old hag in a black cloak offering a delicious red apple to somebody. The apple had an unnerving green tint to it's natural red skin and then a flash of lightning, accompanied by a clap of thunder, illuminated the room for a split second to reveal the shadow of the apple, which had taken on that of a human skull. Dane jolted wide awake after that, panting and drenched in sweat from the fear. What a horrible nightmare.

Dane decided to get some exercise out in the woods and then take a hike further away from the castle and village, hopefully to find some other place to seek hospitality from somebody who won't turn him away and call him names. From around the corner of his eyes, he noticed a man standing by his horse in the distance. He seemed to be watching something...or someone. But it wasn't him, by golly. The man just stood there by his horse as if waiting for something to occur.

"Oh!" Dane heard the gasp of surprise with a familiar feminine voice.

He turned around and froze in place when he saw it was the same girl from before now wearing a more exuberant and brightly-colored attire; a simple court dress with a red bow this time as well as a dark blue bodice with a white high collar and puffy short sleeves with red slit to exemplify a "slash" design, light yellow skirt, brown cape and tan pumps. If she eluded him before, why was she coming to him now?

"Oh, hello." The girl greeted in a somewhat shy voice. "You must be, uh...Dane. Of course. Listen, I'm very sorry for running away before. It's just that my stepmother, the Queen, she hates seeing me with some men and my mother always taught me to not talk to strangers, but I suppose that only applies to children. But anyway, forgive me for that. I hope we can start over."

"Uh, no. That's quite alright. In fact, you're not the first girl to have that kind of reaction." Dane explained, inwardly relieved that this girl was not afraid of him and had the courage to speak to him.

"What on earth do you mean?" asked the girl with surprise.

"It's too painful to discuss." Dane remarked with an angered mutter, avoiding her gaze.

"Oh, I see." She replied. "So it's time we had a proper introduction. I'm the princess, Snow White."

That name. That familiar name as it flowed through the girl's lips like syrup. Why did it sound so familiar? Of course, now it makes sense. She's Snow White from that classical fairy tale he read from that book. Maybe when Avery read that incantation, could he have...No! That's impossible! Or is it?

"Um, are you okay?" asked Snow White with confusion.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." Dane snapped himself back to reality as if waking up from a dream. "Well, I'm Dane Abel."

"Dane Abel. That's a lovely name." she complimented without any sort of sarcasm. "And interesting clothing. Are you from here? Where do you live in the village? What do you do? What brings you out here?"

"Easy, easy with the questions, one at a time, Snow Whi-...I mean, Princess Snow White. Or maybe it's Your Majesty?" Dane ponders out loud on her title.

"Just Snow White will be fine." She answered.

Snow White began to ask many questions to Dane, much to Dane's awkwardness as he didn't really know how to answer them without sounding outlandish or rude.

"Not really from here. No place to stay. Trying to find work and not doing so well." He kept the answers short, but vague to the princess, hoping she won't question it all.

"Oh...well then, there's always another chance." The princess reassures.

"Yeah, I guess." Dane said before muttering, "If anyone's willing to accept me."

Snow White, sensing his lack of hope in his voice, pulls him toward the glade as she began to pick flowers while humming the song she had sang the day before. Dane couldn't help but smile at the sweet, carefree singing of the girl as she came back to him with a bouquet of them.

"Sometimes the simplest things can bring at least small amount of joy, don't you think?" The princess asked before tying the stem of a plant around his army necklace. "There. That should do it."

Dane looked down in confusion at the flower that was now attached to his dog tags.

"What's this?" He asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"A cornflower plant, Dane Abel." She answered cheerfully before hearing the sound of chirping and going over to see a tiny baby bluebird chirping in despair and worry, having been separated from it's parents and feeling lost and Snow White, being an animal lover, rushed over to cheer it up and offer it some comfort and assistance. Then Dane looks from Snow White rushing to the bird to the man, who now suddenly seemed much closer than before as he glares daggers at the princess.

"Wait a minute..." He mutters to himself as soon as the realization hit him like a brick wall. The Huntsman! The story! The Queen! He's going to try and kill her and bring her heart to the queen as evidence. Soundly morphing in a protective mode to save the girl he just met, Dane rushes over to Snow White as the Huntsman slowly creeps toward them. He'll have to take me out before he tries to hurt her.

"Come on. Perk up. Won't you smile for me?" Dane heard Snow White say as she comforts the bird.

"Snow! Snow!" Dane yelled at the top of his lungs as he sees the Huntsman edging closer and closer, unsheathing a knife from his belt.

"Your mama and papa can't be far." Snow White calms the poor little bird as she briefly looks around in confusion of what Dane was yelling her name about before turning back to the tree as she spots what is probably the parents of the bird.

"There they are. Can you fly?"

"Snow, RUN!" Dane hollered again, rushing to her side as the bird flies off.

"What?!" Snow White questioned as she and Dane turn around to face the Huntsman, raising his knife at them, ready to make that killing blow to the princess. Snow White let out a bloodcurdling scream of mortal terror and cowered before Dane places himself in front of her in a protective embrace, ready to take the brunt of the knife. Dane didn't care if he died right then and there, he couldn't just let this poor young, innocent girl suffer and met her demise when nobody's around to save her.

The Huntsman's hand begins to shake as he seems to have a mental argument with himself, trying to decide whether to do the deed or not. He finally wins the conflict in his head, deciding that this was wrong. He lets the knife fall to the ground and drops to his knees in grief, utterly ashamed with himself for having coming close to take the life of the young princess at the behest of such a dastardly witch of a monarch.

"I can't! I can't do it!" He cries as Dane, still in front of Snow White, catches this moment of mercy. "Forgive me. I beg of your highness, forgive me."

"I don't understand." Snow White said in confusion, stepping around Dane to help the Huntsman.

"It's the Queen, Snow White." Dane stated bluntly.

In direct response to that, Snow White stepped back in horror as the Huntsman begins to explain to her.

"She's mad! Jealous of you! She'll stop at nothin'!"

Dane looked at him, somewhat with sympathy, before turning to Snow White.

"We need to get outta here!" Dane said as the princess already begins to take steps backwards, silent with shock before running into the forest.

"You best run too, boy. She'll come for you as well." The Huntsman warned gravely before Dane picked up the knife that was dropped to use as a weapon before running in the forest as well to join Snow White. Her screams of fright echoed through the forest air as he ran non-stop in her direction. Please be okay. PLEASE be okay!, he pleaded and prayed in his mind that no harm would befall on poor Snow White. He couldn't let anything bad happen to her. A kingdom needed their princess and, more importantly, he needed her.

And I'm gonna stop right there for now. So now Dane has meet Snow White and is already having feelings for her. But the next chapter will include the two finding the dwarves's cottage and tidying it up. Let me know in the comments about what story I should do next after this one is complete. So see you guys in the next chapter.