King Adam stood with a grim look on his face that seemed to age him by decades. In rooms set aside for times of refugees and war, were many children, 50 if he recalled correctly, all sleeping too similarly to Snow White's slumber for comfort. All idle. Not moving sans their gentle breathing. Each with unique and defined features and yet, if he didn't know any better, he would assume they were children from a northern harbor where sun seldom shined and their bellies were satisfied daily.

Children hiding beneath the island in space that they hadn't know existed. Children who had seemed to live there out of sunlight. Children who had seemed to understand a value to pearls if given the amount they had gathered in chests. Children who saved 15 chests, three had small holes and worn string through them as necklaces and bracelets and other trinkets he didn't know what they were.

Though perhaps, it would be answered by the sea twins they had found hiding among the children. They appeared to be the eldest of the group, and he was thrown knowing who the two must be related to. While King Trident of Atlantis had claimed the Sea Witch Ursala who had threatened the sea, King Eric and his wife Queen Ariel, the two boys made him suspicious. Eric and Ariel weren't like most other royals, who spoke of their epic wanting the world to here their trials. No, they had only briefly mentioned a large woman with pale hair and purple grey skin and a tentacled sea creature's lower body. All too similar to the two within the water. The only issue, was she was confirmed dead. Electrocution it seemed. But in no way could she live and be tried for her crimes, or even carry children for months at a time.

"My King," a nurse walked up to the man. He turned his head to the young man, "One of the aquatic youths is awake."

"Is he coherent?"

"He is. A bit frantic though. His "brother" is still unconscious," the nurse spoke walking towards the room in which the woken twin lay. It felt like it took forever when the king was brought into the room with frantic and thrashing movements as nurses and doctors attempted to restrain him. His arms, though wiry, were obviously strong as King Adam could see his muscles straining, being coiled by tribal printed tattoos.

His breathing was labored and his eyes blown wide, pausing as the nurse and King Adam appeared. His eyes raked over the king's clothes showing awe and confusion over his garments.

"Please calm down. We mean you no harm," King Adam tried being diplomatic like his wife. The boy's eyes narrowed and while he stopped his current struggling, his body remained tense.

"I apologize for the manner you came in. I'm guessing you have some questions-"

"Who are you? How'd you find us? I swear if you harmed any hair on anyone's head I'll-"

"Woah, easy. No one is harmed. Everyone is sleeping."

The boy quirked a brow and the ends of his tentacles seemed to curl slowly. He swallowed making a click in his throat.

"You swear it?" he asked with a slight waver practically unnoticeable to the individuals in the room. King Adam lightened his gaze, hearing the quiver all to clearly. It was obvious when servants tried to hide their fear of his then recent monstrous form. This person was terrified of them. Thinking back to what the solders said, why wouldn't it? From a dank underground and dark cavern to a white and sterile well lit room must have been quite a shock.

"We promise. No one will be hurt," King Adam answered walking slowly closer. The young man stilled slightly.

"You still haven't told me who you are. Or where I am," he grumbled, "And these people are still holding me down."

The King gestured to the staff and they reluctantly released the young man. The boy glowered at the doctors and gently touched his skin that had been held down, as if he had been released from hand cuffs. But he made no move to attempt to leave.

"I am King Adam of Auradon. You, and all the other children are in a pediatric hospital."

"What's a hospital?" He questioned surprising the King. His tone accusing, his question so basic. It sent chills down the King's spine.

"A hospital is a place where people go to get better."

"Like learning how to swim, or sew, or use a harpoon? Being a better skilled individual?" he inquired. Adam shook his head.

"A place where sick people go to recover from illness-"

"I'm not sick. Nobody is sick. We're all fine. Why are we here?" his attitude did a 180 at the very mention of illness. Sickness was dreadfully feared on the Ilse. While they had not lost a child in their care, they had seen the children of the castle court death in their illness only to break free of it's then enticing clutches. Other children though, those who never made it to their care... Illness was what usually stole them.

"Kid settle down," a doctor attempted to quiet what may grow to be a long inquirous ramble.

"My name is not kid. It's Iden."

"Iden?" King Adam questioned. Why did that sound so familiar.

"Yeah. Named myself Iden after the stories the Pirates told above. The sea god Posiden ruling over the seas. I liked the sound of it and Ursa chose his from the eel whispers outside the cove."

"So you named yourself after a myth?"

"A myth? Don't know what that is. But I liked the stories. And he felt real, as if his power were my own. That I could shake the land and rage the sea and create a path to a new paradise where we would have to watch our backs for no one. Just like the famed ruler of the sea had only the sky and the far depths untouched by water brewed."

Adam stared into Iden's eyes only to see his grey eyes spark like a wild storm cloud, giddy with energy.

"Well, perhaps you are thinking of King Trident. He does live in the sea and is said to have immense magical abilities."

"Doesn't matter. My name is Iden after the god. And a god is stronger than a king."

Adam had a feeling of dread to come with Iden as he made his idle and strongly felt comments.

Morgan's eyes flew open the moment he felt damp cloth on his face. He shot up, sitting in a bed only to be pushed back into a lying position. He blinked and let his eyes dart around the whitest and brightest room he had ever seen. And he was surrounded by about three guys, two of which had wet clothes. He quirked a brow in confusion. This had to be the weirdest and most realistic dream he ever had.

First off, the guys weren't even that cute. Secondly, they were a bit too old for him, like, in their thirties or something. Kind of like some of the newbies on the Isle. And lastly, there was an odd smell to the air. It wasn't rot, or salt, or fish or alcohol. It wasn't musk or sweat either. It smelt... Unnatural. His nose crinkled at the smell as the three stared at him in some sort of shock. Really? If anyone should've been shocked, it was him. What happened last... Night?

His eyes narrowed slightly as he recalled the shadows and lights infiltrating their sanctuary. So, were these the guys who snatched him? Or were these some cronies?

"Hello young man. Sorry to startle you," the furthest man began talking. Morgan gave an easy smile. No effort, but full of deceit. Something he learned when he had to go above ground.

"No worries. But pray tell where am I?" He asked as innocently as possible. Innocence was surprisingly effective when it came to getting information, on the Ilse, it was especially effective. Apparently, innocence was a magical thing on the Ilse. There were many villains who were far from hard core and innocence was refreshing than brute force.

"You're in Saint Mercy's pediatric hospital," the closest man said softly with a calming smile, "To receive a check up and some immunization shots."

"Okay. May I ask a few questions?"

"Only if you tell us your name"

Ah. Trade of information. He could work with that.

"My name is Morgan. Now, what is a "hospital"? And an immunization shot?"

Slowly but surely, the children of the Ilse began to wake. Some more aggressive, some more teary. Or screaming. That was fairly common too.

A few were swift enough to slip from their rooms and find their friends and family. Some were fortunate enough to be placed in the same room as their family like the Tremaines. A lack of rooms was the story, and the fact that they had been so tightly knit, there was a familiarity between the four.

The Hun children were in two rooms as they had a larger group, clearly having some relation with their distinct features.

Doctors, nurses and volunteers did their best with the children, though it began as a shock that not one child had heard of a hospital. A few of the soldiers volunteering were not surprised. Calvin was one of them.

Hospitals were common in well set up and industrialized locations. Medicine men and Midwifes were more common in smaller towns further from large populace regions that required a full time doctoral staff. Also, they had to be home to good people who wanted to help others. Not someone who would rather seen you dead for a touch of warmer clothes. He hadn't always lived in Auradon. His mother had been a widow and traveled where jobs were available. Just enough to keep their stomachs still and for him to receive an education. It was sheer coincidence that he had met a recruiter when he turned seventeen. A coincidence that kept his mother in one place and food on the table in a home they now owned.

So lost in his musings and thoughts, one brat nearly slipped past him. Nearly.

He had grabbed the kid by the collar and felt a surpringly fast punch to his shoulder as the kid twisted around to fight his captor. Short hair. Lean build.

"Let go of me you swine!"

And a slight French accent if his ears weren't deceiving him. Probably from one of the adults on the island. His parent maybe? Well, children did learn their accent young.

"Calm down kid. You're safe," Calvin spoke in an annoyed tone. Rule one. assure the person they're safe. Rule two, don't try and fake emotions. Too many get put on edge because of it. He was only proven correct as the boy cocked his head slightly, while still suspicious, he was more at ease.

"Safe? We weren't in any danger," the younger spoke in a surpringly collected manner.

"Yeah," Calvin said draping his arm over the younger's shoulder and walking forward, forcing the kid back towards his assigned room.

"So why-where are we?"

"A medical facility to make sure that no one has a hidden sickness that hurts them without them knowing," Calvin responded. He was sure this kid had no idea what a hospital even was, so it would have been a waste of breath and time to just say that. He'd have to explain it anyway.

"Long name."

"Just call it a hospital."

"Uh huh."

"So... Um... What's your name kid?"

"Jerrard. Jerrard LeGume."

LeGume. Where had he heard that surname before?

"Calvin Clayton."

"Pleasure," Jerrard stated with a slight bitterness. His stomach gurgled and he grabbed his stomach.

"They should be bringing food to your room. Hope you like chicken."

Jerrard was silent for a moment, his feet continuing forward when he asked something Calvin wasn't expecting.

"What's chicken?"

Um... I uh... Well this is something certainly.

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