It was a cloudy, spring April in the middle of the Spring semester at a community college. It was light overcast, but the sun was peeking out.

"I can't believe you got good photos of her." It was a blond, brown-eyed muscular man with a green shirt and blue pants named Kristoff holding a picture of a lightly freckled woman in a green dress with sunflowers on it, blue eyes, and red hair in two pigtails.

The picture was handed to him by his friend: a brunette, built, goateed man with a white shirt with dark green vest and brown pants. He's Eugene Fitzherbert, a member of the photography club. They were by the door of one of the classes. "You sure have a thing for Anna. Normally everyone else would have eyes on her sister, Elsa."

"She may be pretty," Kristoff said, placing the picture in his backpack. "But to me, she seems like a sister. Well not an actual sister, but you know what I mean."

"This may be a picture," said Eugene proudly, "But it's a start." He stuck his hand out. "Now you know the drill." Kris pulled a hundred dollars out of his pocket and quickly placed it in Eugene's hand. Kris chuckled to himself. "Just like in high school: you might be better, but you're still crooked through and through."

"Thank you, thank you very much," Eugene thanked in an Elvis impression. "Meet again at lunch?"

"Same time, same place," waved Kristoff and went his way.

Eugene couldn't help but lightly laugh and shake his head at his friend's comment. "I may have my hands in the cookie jar, but I'm offering said cookies to fellow customers."

As he was getting ready to leave, he spotted a woman he always had his eyes on walking by. She had short brunette hair, light green eyes, and a purple dress with suns on them. It was Rapunzel. Since they met two years ago at the start of the semester, he's been smitten, but he never got the courage to talk to her except for one small pass-by. Today, he decided to muster the guts to speak to her. "Hi," he called out walking towards her, stopping her.

"Hi," she replied with a smile. But then looked confused. "Aren't you from the photo club?"

He looked calm, but inside he lit up! She recognized him! Be cool, he thought. "Oh, you remember," he said acting surprised. "Name's Eugene. I was wondering if I could take more photos of you."

"Again?" she asked, giggling.

"The other members, especially the guys like the photos of you," he said.

She blushed. "Well, since your club is slowly growing, maybe a few more pictures would help your club."

Eagerly, he pulled his camera out of his satchel. It always annoyed him when others called it a purse, but he had no shame sporting it "That would be great." He instantly snapped some pics. "How about some poses?" he encouraged.

Rapunzel smiled. "Of course."

"Flash or no flash?" he asked.

"No flash, please," she answered. "Not a big fan of it."

What neither of them knew was there was another presence. That presence was watching in an alley between two class buildings.

"Has your club ever thought of making your pictures a profit?" She asked.

"Love to," he admitted. "But it's a volunteer."

Rapunzel made a glance at the side of the alley and lightly gasped. This got Eugene's attention and he looked in the same direction.

They finally spotted the presence: another student. He was tall and skinny, had blue eyes with a small, smooth mole under his left eye, short black hair with one side banged, a white shirt with a gray vest and gray-striped pants, and sporting a fedora. For a few seconds, he just stood there and stared at them, not saying a word. It was a way that a hawk would stalk his prey. Then, he turned and walked away.

Rapunzel broke the eerie silence. "Who's that?" she asked, spooked but intrigued.

"Oh," he said, snapping out of the awkwardness. "He's a new transfer student and on the disciplinary committee. He has a strange name, too: Once-ler Wiggins."

Yes. This Once-ler was the talk of the college ever since he transferred. He's who men envy and who women desire. No one knows where he came from or who his family is. Who was he?