Chapter 01

As the daughter of Snow White and future queen, Apple was raised to prepare for any dire situation.

Running for her life down Bookend was not one of them. What is the Royal running from? She has no idea. The princess doesn't even know how long she has been at it. All she knows is that her feet are burning.

That is when she heard it. The Terrifying screech of something massive and evil.

Apple then makes her biggest mistake. She wanted to know what she is running from so bad, the princess turns her head to get a glimpse of the thing. Since she did not see where her feet were going, the Royal trips over some rubble.

Turning over, the daughter of Snow White sees the shadow of a massive creature flying overhead.

Then the earth begins to shake. Apple could feel the source of the tremors and looks over to the water. Nearing the docks is a large island. The island then begins to rise out of the water.

.oOo.

"Miss White!" Prof. Maid Marian snaps at the sleeping student.

"Yes, Prof. Maid Marian," the previous slumbering princess jolts awake and stands up.

"It is un-lady like to sleep during a lecture," the teacher of Damsel-in-Distressing scolds the Royal. "I would expect that from Miss Beauty. At least she has a reason."

Apple flinches at that remark. "Sorry, Prof. Maid Marian. I won't let it happen again," and the Royal takes her seat.

.oOo.

During lunch, Apple sits down at a seat away from her friends. The blonde isn't feeling very hungry right now. So, she mostly just picks at her food or she's writing in her journal.

Speaking of the princess' journal. Apple usually enjoys writing her thoughts down. What is bothering the daughter of Snow White is that, it does not feel like her thoughts. What disturbs her the most is that the Royal has no idea what language she is writing in.

To anyone else it would appear she is just scratching down various lines, dots, and circles. But she knows exactly what they mean and that scares the princess.

"Apple?" came the voice of the princess' roommate. "Are you alright?" she seems genuinely worried.

"I'm fine, Raven," the Royal tells her.

The witchling sits down next to her. "I heard you fell asleep in Damsel-in-Distressing," Apple looks way from her, confirming the Rebels suspicion. "It's because of those dreams, isn't it?" the daughter of the Evil Queen sits next to her.

"Yeah," the princess nods.

"You need to see someone about this," the purplette tells her roommate. "Perhaps Baba Yaga can interpret its meaning?" she suggests. "Surely having the same dream over and over means that there's a message."

"It wasn't Hexaclty the same this time," Apple tells her. "This time, after the large bird thing showed up there was an earthquake and I could tell it was coming from the port. Right there, approaching the shore was this massive island that began to rise."

"Then what happened?" Raven is intrigued by this new information.

"I woke up," the Royal tells her. Apple then underlines one of the recent entries in the journal.

The future villain looks over at the journal to see random lines and circles sketched onto the page. "What is that?" Raven squints her eyes.

"Beware the Shadow of Atlantis," the blonde says.

"What?" Raven jerks her had at Apple.

"That's what it says," the Royal taps where she underlined and continues writing.

"Those are words?" Raven raises an eyebrow. "And you can read them?"

"Apparently," Apple shrugs.

"Apple," the Rebel places a hand on the Royals shoulder. "When did this start?" the more they talk about this the more worried she gets for her friend.

"About the same time the dreams started," the princess finished writing and closes her journal.

"That's it," Raven shakes her head. "This has been going on for three weeks now. You're going to see Baba Yaga."

"I'm fine, Raven," Apple tries to convince her. Which did not work.

"Apple," the witchling furrows he brows. "Either you go to Baba Yaga right now," she leans closer to the princess. "Or I tell everyone you need to wear glasses."

Apple's eyes widen as she heard those words. "You wouldn't?" she calls her roommate's bluff.

Raven smirks as she stands up to holler. "Hey—" the Rebel is pulled back down to her seat.

"Alright!" the princess admits defeat. "I'll see Baba Yaga first thing in the morning," Apple then sees that the Rebel was standing back up yet again only to be pulled back down. "Okay then! Can we at least wait until after lunch?"

"That's fair," Raven shrugs.

.oOo.

The two girls now stand in Baba Yaga's office with the said witch hovering near them, while examining Apple's journal.

"Three weeks you say?" Baba Yaga looks from the journal to the Royal.

"Yes," Apple admits.

"And up until recently these dreams have been the same," the school advisor inquires. This time the princess only nods. "And this writing," the teacher shows one of the pages to the teenager. "You can read this?" she receives yet another nod. "This section here," Baba Yaga points at a sentence. "Read it to me," and hands the book over to Apple.

The princess looks at the page before complying. "The key resides on the traveling isle," she then looks up at her teacher, who was deep in thought.

"Baba Yaga," Raven speaks up. "What does it mean?"

"The dream itself, I honestly cannot say," the witch hovers over to her bookcase. "I have dabbled in dream interpretation before, but that was a long time ago," several books begin flying off the shelf and Baba Yaga begins dismissing each one. "As for the writing, I have never seen such language. And as far as I know it does not exist," after dismissing the last book all the discarded reading materials flies back to their place. "and nothing of it in my personal collection either," she turns back to the students. "What I can tell you is only speculation. It sounds like something very ancient and very powerful is trying to send out a message. And you, Miss White," she points to the daughter of Snow White. "For some reason, you are the receiver."

"But why?" Apple asks. "Why me?"

"I am unsure," Baba Yaga admits to the girl. "I will have to do some research and see if there is some way to at least suppress the supposed visions," the school advisor looks at the Royal and notice the bags forming under her eyes. "How about you head back to your room and get some sleep. Fairy Godmother knows you need it,"

"But I can't!" Apple snaps and then her hands shot up to her mouth. "I am so sorry, Baba Yaga. I haven't been sleeping well for weeks. Every time I do I get the dreams and then I wake up in the middle of the night."

"It's true," Raven vouches for the princess. "This last week alone I have been the first one awake and dragging Apple out of bed," she looks back at her roommate who only nods to confirm.

Baba Yaga thought for a moment. "I might have something for that," the witch hovers over to the side of the room where she keeps her potions and mixtures. With a wave of her hand several bottles float in the air and begin pouring into a small vile. The vile then shakes in place a few times and turns into a bluish color before flying to Apple. "I cannot promise no visions, but it'll guarantee a good night's sleep," she gives the girl a sympathetic smile.

"Thank you, Baba Yaga," the Royal curtsies and accepts the vile.

.oOo.

Just like before, she is running down Bookend. The dream plays itself out like it has many nights before. Then came to Earthquake.

Apple looks over to the bay sees the island moving closer to the shore. The island begins to rise out of the water. Then the Royal hears roar that sounds a lot like screaming.

.oOo.

The princess opens her eyes to see that it is early in the morning. Lowering her head, Apple sees for the first time in a week she is up before Raven.

The Royal stretches her arms, feeling great after having a goodnights sleep.

Then, she glances at her journal lying on the table beside her, and she knew what to do. Apple opens the drawer to pull out her glasses, picks up the journal, and pen. The blonde writes down one word and underlines it. She then sets the journal back down.

The daughter of Snow White stands up and goes over to her vanity. The one word repeating over and over in her head. As if it is the most important thing in the world right now.

"Gamera," was all the princess could say.

End