Sunday:

A Wonderland hangover. Who would have thought that the side effects would include absolute chaos?

Kitty had told me all about what happened after I left the club. The dancing was all cuckoo and everyone was speaking full-on riddlish. Music was also changed to the Wonderlandian genre, which included a lot of brass instruments.

Thank Camelot that I left early.

As usual, I tried to tell her not to do it again but she laughed it off before she disappeared, dragging that Cheshire grin with her.

I'm just glad that I got these studs out. They're really uncomfortable in my ear, with the metal sticking through. This makes me less excited about impalement.

For good reason.

I decided to take a walk through the woods so that I could continue practicing with my spear. With everyone still trying to recover from their hangovers and Kitty nowhere to be seen, training would have to be the best option.

The lunges and thrusts were put into full force, yet I still had kept my grip firm. Twirling around and swinging it, there would be one instance where I would slam the pointed edge down on the grass.

When I was finished, I heard rustling coming from the bushes.

"Hello?" I called out. No response, the rustling had continued.

When I slowly approached it, something or someone had lunged at me.

Luckily, my spear had helped me prevent them from getting further to clawing my eyes out. I could hear gnashing, gnarling, and growling. When I opened my eyes, I managed to take a good look at my captor.

She had long, dark brown hair with several white streaks, predominantly on the left side, peach skin, and yellow eyes. Her makeup and outfit consisted of dark colors along with red. She wore a red hood.

She looked quite enchanting.

"Woah, easy there! I don't wish to fight you!" I exclaimed, hoping that she would calm down.

Fortunately, she did as her body was less tense and slowly backed away. Her yellow eyes had turned into slate grey. That didn't deter her beauty.

"Sorry. I thought that you were going to attack me." she said in a timid voice.

"It's alright. I thought that you were an assassin." I replied.

"What made you think that I was an assassin?" she asked, her tone sounded more curious.

"Well, you're wearing a hood." I answered.

"Oh, that. I'm actually the next Red Riding Hood." she explained. That explains it.

"Red Riding Hood? That's quite something." I remarked.

"It is."

There was a moment of awkward silence as we looked away from each other.

"I guess we could've gone off to a better start. How about trying again?" I offered as we looked at each other again.

She stared at me before she smiled. "I would like that."

I let my hand out for a handshake. "Cayden Pendragon, descendant of King Arthur."

"Cerise Hood, daughter of Red Riding Hood." she took the hand as we shook on it.

"That name really fits you." I commented.

"Really?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"I mean, the color cerise is also red, but pinkish." I mumbled. "Then maybe, it can be considered light red since pink is actually mixed with white, which is also white for light. And light can also..." I stopped myself before I looked at Cerise again, who had an amused expression on her face. "I'm dragging on, aren't I?" I asked, despite knowing fully well what the answer was.

She let out a soft giggle. "Yeah."

I sighed. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it. My roommate does that as well." Cerise said.

"Oh, really?"

We went on to chat about our friends. She was actually friends with Raven and Maddie, though one question was on my mind.

"I didn't see you at the party last night, since I presume that everyone knows about it."

She looked down at her feet. "Yeah, I was quite busy with something."

"I understand that. Not everyone can go. Besides, they're quite lucky not to be there."

"How come?" she asked.

"Noticed how everyone was in their rooms?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. No wonder Cedar was sleeping in."

"Kitty intoxicated the drinks with Wonderland substance." I told her.

"So that's why." she growled, her eyes turned yellow.

"You okay?" I asked.

She shook her head as her eyes turned back to grey. "Yeah, sorry about that. Let's just say that there was a part of history I had with her."

I dropped the subject immediately before we continued to chat before the sun had set.

On a lighter note, she enjoys playing sports.

I went to the underground arena again. This time, I fought a talking wyvern. I could feel the thrill of defeating it after I smashed it's head in with the handle of the spear.

A/N: Now you guys are wondering why this story is rated M, right? Well, this story is going to contain sexual content, violence and occasional profanity from here and there on rare instances. However, the story will still be lighthearted as I will try. Remember, Cayden isn't raised from a land like most of the Fairy Tale world, so swearing is going to be an occasional thing for him. It's also going to be a running gag.

So who should he interact with next? As usual, same or different.