I feel like I have to answer a few questions;
1.) I understand how a few of you may not find this version of Adam suitable in the context of Ever After High and as the perfect representation of the First Man. But rest assured, he will change into the Adam more befitting of his title and will become a pillar that many will lean on when they need it most.
2.) Adam's relationships are mostly friendly for now. I have already settled for who would be endgame, and if you're reading this on AO3, then you already know because of the tags.
3.) Will there be songs? Yes, yes, there are. In fact, the songs will become pivotal turning points of this story, so look forward to that!
4.) Adam is revealed to be a teenager in this story, yet still mentally the 10,000-year-old hermit he was during his battle against the heathens.
5.) Hazbin Hotel characters will pop up now and then. Mostly to help build and develop Adam's character, while becoming hazards that the whole of Ever After will soon face.
6.) Don't get used to how long this chapter is and the next one after. Just didn't feel like separating them into two and felt it best to compile them into one chapter instead.
Adam wrestled with the relentless barrage of questions gnawing at his mind. Each one threatened to pull him deeper into a pit of despair if he didn't regain control. He forced himself to take a deep breath, willing his frantic thoughts to quiet down.
"Calm down, relax, be cool," he whispered to himself, like a mantra desperately clung to in a storm. His breath gradually slowed, and though his heart still pounded in his chest, the frantic edge to his panic began to fade. The shock was still written all over his face, but he was beginning to feel a fragile stability return.
A deep sigh escaped his lips as he tilted his head back, eyes searching the endless expanse of blue above. "Father… what am I supposed to do now?" His voice was barely a whisper, carried away by the gentle breeze, as he sought an answer from the heavens.
Lost in his moment of quiet turmoil, Adam failed to notice the cluster of youthful students watching him from a distance. Their whispers echoed across the sprawling schoolyard, a low hum of curiosity and speculation. The weight of their stares pressed down on him, a reminder of just how out of place he was.
What were they saying about him? Was it his strange behavior, hunched over the fountain like a man on the brink? Or was it his sudden, unannounced presence among the throngs of students that sparked their intrigue?
But it wasn't what Adam feared. Instead, they were captivated by something else entirely.
"Look at that handsome boy by the wellspring. Doesn't he look almost… ethereal?"
"His outfit is unusual, but somehow, it suits him. It looks natural and clean."
"He's so rugged, so charming. I think I've just found my muse!"
The chorus of voices became overwhelming, a cacophony of noise that made Adam feel lightheaded. His pulse quickened, panic rising within him again as he realized he was the center of attention.
I need to get out of here! His thoughts screamed at him, driving him to flee. Without a second thought, he bolted from the yard, his legs carrying him far away from the scrutinizing eyes that threatened to unravel him completely.
He ran blindly, not caring where his feet took him, only stopping when he was certain he was alone. His lungs burned as he gasped for air, his heart pounding in his chest.
How far had he run? How long had he been running? When he finally looked around, he found himself in a secluded garden, the peaceful surroundings a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside him. The vibrant flowers and meticulously trimmed bushes painted a picture of serenity, yet Adam felt anything but calm.
He collapsed onto a nearby bench, burying his head in his hands as he tried to make sense of everything. "I need to get away from this place. I don't belong here. None of this makes sense," he muttered to himself, his thoughts spiraling into a whirlwind of confusion and fear.
So lost was he in his inner chaos that he didn't notice someone else approaching. The presence drew nearer, unnoticed until it was almost too close to ignore.
"Um, hexcuse me?" A soft voice suddenly cut through the silence, startling Adam. He jumped, instinctively moving to put distance between himself and the intruder.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." The girl's voice was gentle, filled with concern. Adam's eyes focused on the girl's slender figure. She wore a short, puffed-sleeve pink dress with white and blue accents, featuring a frilly, layered skirt and a white apron-like overlay. Her hair is styled in voluminous curls with pink and light blue colors, adorned with a bow headband. She holds a pink staff with a loop and bow, and her look is completed with pink lace-up boots with fluffy white trim, creating a playful, doll-like appearance.
Adam eyed her warily, unsure of what to make of her sudden appearance. What did she want with him? "I know it's not my place to assume, but… you looked like you could use some help," she offered, her voice steady yet kind.
"Oh, where are my manners?" she added quickly. "My name is Lilly, and if you'd let me, I'd like to help you with whatever's troubling you."
"Lilly, huh?" Adam repeated, more to himself than to her. She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Look, you seem like a really nice girl, but I don't think someone like you would want to get involved with someone like me. We're strangers."
She shook her head softly, her expression unwavering. "It doesn't matter if we're strangers. What matters is that you look like you need help, and I want to offer that help. Sometimes, a kind gesture from a stranger can make all the difference."
Her words hung in the air, a simple yet profound truth that Adam couldn't ignore. A silence fell between them, the kind that allows reflection, forcing both of them to weigh the meaning of what had been said. Finally, Adam exhaled a long, weary sigh. "You fairytale characters sure are persistent," he muttered, more to himself than to her, as she tilted her head in confusion.
"Even if I wanted your help," Adam began, struggling to find the right words, "my problem… it's not something that can be easily fixed. It's complicated."
Lilly gave him a look of understanding, her eyes filled with empathy. "I believe that the best way to deal with a problem is to start at the beginning," she suggested gently. She patted the spot on the bench beside her, inviting him to sit with her.
Adam hesitated, uncertainty clouding his mind, but something in Lilly's demeanor — her sincerity, perhaps — convinced him to sit down, though he kept a cautious distance.
"Whenever you're ready," Lilly encouraged, her voice soft, offering him the time he needed to gather his thoughts.
Adam found himself struggling to speak, his words trapped in his throat. Sensing his hesitation, Lilly continued, "It's okay, take your time. I'm here to listen whenever you're ready."
There was something so genuine in her voice, so filled with understanding, that Adam couldn't help but feel a small measure of comfort. "I'm just… lost," he finally confessed, the words spilling out almost against his will. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do here. It feels like I don't belong, and the more I think about it, the more I believe it."
Adam was surprised at himself, at how easily he was opening up to this girl he'd just met. Yet, there was a soothing calm about her, a presence that made it easier to let go of the weight he'd been carrying.
Lilly listened patiently, her expression never faltering. "That does sound complicated," she acknowledged, her words laced with sympathy. But just when Adam thought he might sink further into despair, Lilly's voice cut through the darkness. "But if you ask me, I think you're hexactly where you need to be."
Her words startled him, pulling him out of his brooding thoughts. "What do you mean?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"Everyone feels lost at some point," Lilly explained, her tone gentle yet firm. "We all question where we belong, what our purpose is, and whether we're on the right path. It's part of living, I guess. But I believe that instead of doubting ourselves, we should start believing that we're right where we're supposed to be."
A soft breeze rustled through the garden, carrying the scent of blooming flowers. Lilly's long hair danced in the wind as she spoke, her words carrying a wisdom beyond her years.
"We each have our own journey, our own reasons, our—" Lilly began, but Adam interrupted, finishing her statement.
"One true purpose," he said, and she smiled at his realization.
"Hexactly," she said, plucking a few flowers and twisting them together in her hands. "You've already made it this far. Why start doubting yourself now? Take a chance, and see where this journey leads you. Who knows? You might just find something worth fighting for."
Adam felt a warmth spread through his chest, a flicker of hope reigniting within him. "But… what if I'm not enough?" he whispered, voicing the fear that had been gnawing at him.
Lilly looked at him with a gentle, knowing smile. "None of us are enough on our own," she said softly. "But together…" She revealed the crown of flowers she had woven and carefully placed it on Adam's head. "Together, we can create something beautiful, something greater, and something more majestic than we could ever achieve alone."
Her words struck a chord deep within Adam, awakening something long dormant. The emptiness that had consumed him began to recede, replaced by a new resolve. He wasn't alone. He didn't have to face his fears in isolation. The road ahead might be uncertain, but for the first time in a long while, Adam felt a sense of purpose.
His soul, once hollow and dim, now burned with a renewed passion, a determination to embrace this unexpected journey. Adam looked at Lilly, the girl who had offered him hope when he had none, and he realized that maybe — there was more to be done in this strange new world if he was daring enough to strive for it.
"Lilly, I... Thank you. You have no idea how much I needed to hear that," Adam murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He could feel the tears welling up, threatening to spill over, but he blinked them back, determined to keep his composure. A few stray sniffles escaped him before he managed to regain control, quickly wiping away the moisture that gathered at the corners of his eyes.
"Anytime," Lilly replied with a warm smile, but then she paused as a thought suddenly struck her. "Oh! Silly me, I never asked for your name."
"Ah, right, sorry about that. It's, uh, Adam," he said, a hint of hesitation lacing his words. It wasn't easy for him to open up, but something about Lilly made him feel like he could trust her, like she was someone who genuinely cared. After everything she had done to support him, how could he not?
"Adam…" she repeated, letting the name settle in her mind, as if she was engraving it into her memory. "What a wonderful name you have."
"Thanks. You have a lovely name as well," he responded, turning to her with a small, genuine smile. For the first time in a long while, he felt safe — safe to be himself around someone who had shown him nothing but kindness and support.
A peaceful silence descended between them, the kind that doesn't need to be filled with words. Adam let the tranquility of the garden seep into his soul, soothing the turmoil that had plagued him. This world, so serene and untouched by the darkness he was used to battling, was a balm to his weary heart. Here, everything seemed pure, a stark contrast to the corruption and evil he had known.
But the moment of calm was abruptly interrupted by a familiar and rather embarrassing sound — his stomach, growling loudly in protest of its emptiness. Adam flushed a deep shade of red, his cheeks burning as he glanced at Lilly, who was trying — unsuccessfully — to stifle a giggle behind her hand.
"I guess someone hasn't eaten yet," she teased gently, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Well, I am still kinda new to this place," he admitted sheepishly, trying to play off his embarrassment. Lilly stood up then, extending her hand toward him with a bright smile.
"Come on," she said, and Adam hesitated only for a second before grasping her hand. Her touch was light, yet it grounded him as she helped him to his feet. "Let's get you some food before you starve." She laughed, a sound so joyful that it pulled a chuckle from him as well, easing the awkwardness he felt.
Just as they were about to leave, Lilly suddenly stopped, bringing two fingers to her mouth before letting out a sharp whistle that echoed through the garden. Adam looked around, his senses suddenly on high alert, but before he could ask what she was doing, he heard rustling from a nearby bush. He tensed, but Lilly's calm demeanor reassured him.
A moment later, a fluffy creature bounded out from the foliage — a small sheep with wool so soft it looked like a cloud on legs.
"Ah, there you are, Woolly!" Lilly exclaimed, rushing over to the sheep and gently picking out the leaves that had tangled in its wool. "You're always getting into trouble whenever I take my eyes off you," she chided affectionately as the sheep bleated in response.
As she turned her attention back to Adam, she asked with a playful grin, "Well then, shall we?"
Adam nodded, but before they could take more than a few steps, Woolly suddenly bolted toward him, nuzzling against his leg with surprising affection. Startled, Adam looked down at the sheep, its fluffy head rubbing insistently against his pants.
"Oh, wow, Woolly really likes you," Lilly remarked, her voice tinged with surprise. "Strange, he usually doesn't warm up to strangers this quickly."
Adam said nothing at first, too focused on the little sheep now circling him, practically begging for more attention. Unable to resist, he crouched down and began to gently pet its head, his fingers sinking into the soft wool. Woolly responded enthusiastically, bleating happily and nudging closer for more of Adam's touch. Lilly watched in amazement, her eyes wide as she took in the scene.
"This is... really unusual," she murmured, more to herself than to him. "Woolly is a prey animal, after all. He's usually so wary, even around people he knows well. There's something special about you, Adam. Something you might not even realize yet. But don't worry — I'll help you figure it out while you're here. I promise."
"Uh, yeah." That was all Adam could manage as the sheep finally had its fill of affection, allowing them to continue on their way. But a gnawing question arose in his mind — where exactly were they going?
"Hey, um, where are you taking me exactly?" Adam asked, his curiosity piqued but his tone laced with unease.
"Where else? The Castleteria, obviously!" Lilly replied, her voice light and matter-of-fact, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.
Adam felt a surge of apprehension at her words. "Wait, Castleteria? As in a cafeteria? As in inside the huge castle?!" His voice rose with each question, half-shouting in disbelief.
"Of course! Where else are we going to get something for you to eat? The village is too far from here, and besides, the food here is of top quality. That I can assure you," Lilly said with a reassuring smile, as though this were the most normal thing in the world. But to Adam, who was not really a student like Lilly, the idea of casually walking into the castle was anything but normal.
"Um, yeah, you see, the thing is that I'm not really a student here…yet!" he added hastily, as if the word might shield him from whatever consequences lay ahead. "I just arrived today, and I don't think I should be wandering around the school like I actually belong here," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. But Lilly's expression remained untroubled.
"Oh, well that's nothing to worry about. Let's get you to the Headmaster's Office and have you enrolled this semester while we still can," Lilly said, her determination evident as she took his hand. Before Adam could protest, Lilly was already pulling him along, her pace quickening as if racing against the setting sun.
However, unbeknownst to the two, they were not as alone as they thought. Hidden within the shaded recesses of the garden, another student watched their interaction with a sly grin. The figure's eyes gleamed with mischief, intrigued by the newcomer and the unexpected energy he brought with him. A soft giggle escaped their lips as they quietly observed Adam and Lilly retreating into the castle.
Perhaps, they mused, this boy's arrival would finally disrupt the tedious monotony that had settled over the school for far too long.
"Curiouser and curiouser." The shadowy silhouette said as they took one last, lingering look at the duo before their form began to dissolve into a shimmering cascade of particles, leaving behind only the ghostly imprint of their grin before it, too, vanished into obscurity.
As Adam was pulled deeper into the school, his nerves began to unravel. He wasn't just nervous — he was outright anxious. Lilly had insisted on bringing him into the heart of the castle, despite his feeble protests, and now, as they passed through the grand, winding halls, he felt more out of place than ever before.
The interior of the school was a marvel, an awe-inspiring display of luxury and grandeur. Every inch of the place, from the intricately carved furniture to the lavish decorations, spoke of a world Adam was unfamiliar with. The walls were adorned with tapestries that told stories of old, chandeliers sparkled like constellations, and every hallway seemed to stretch on forever, leading into rooms that whispered of secrets and history. It was overwhelming, and Adam couldn't help but feel like an intruder in a place where he didn't belong.
Every step he took echoed in the vastness, a reminder of how alone he was. Just when his anxiety peaked, Lilly had to leave him, pulled away by some urgent matter. "I promise I'll make it up to you after I'm done. Don't worry, I'm sure you can handle this on your own — I believe in you!" Her words had been warm and reassuring, but now, as he stood alone in the middle of the vast corridor, they felt distant.
He walked cautiously, each step measured and deliberate. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts — trepidation, doubt, and a gnawing fear that he was in over his head. Yet, deep down, a small flicker of resolve began to grow. He was tired of doubting himself, of questioning his worth. He was the First Man, dammit! He had faced challenges before, and he would not cower now, not after coming this far.
With a sudden surge of determination, Adam slapped his cheeks, shaking off his fears. He straightened his posture, a confident smile creeping across his face. He wouldn't let this opportunity slip through his fingers. He had a chance to make things right, to carve out a new path for himself, and he wasn't about to waste it.
With renewed conviction, Adam followed Lilly's directions, his stride becoming more assured with each step. The towering double doors of the Headmaster's Office loomed ahead, a gateway to the unknown. He paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady himself.
This was it.
This was his moment. A rare chance to set everything right, to prove to himself and the world that he belonged. With the heavens as his witness, Adam swore he wouldn't squander this opportunity. Not now, not ever. Steeling himself with a deep breath, he raised his trembling hand and knocked firmly on the thick double doors that loomed before him.
The seconds that followed felt like an eternity. Then, a deep, authoritative voice resonated from within, "Come in." The command, though simple, carried the weight of authority and expectation.
Adam inhaled sharply, summoning every ounce of courage as he pushed open the heavy doors. They creaked ominously on their hinges, a sound that only heightened his nerves. He entered the room with as much poise as he could muster, desperately trying to mask the turmoil swirling inside him.
"Yes?" The voice pulled him from his thoughts. Adam halted at the entrance of the grand room, his gaze falling on a man seated behind an expansive desk cluttered with important documents and paperwork.
The man was imposing — stocky in build, with a stern expression etched into his features. His short, curly black hair was streaked with gray, and thick, well-groomed sideburns extended into a formidable mustache. He wore a dark blue tailcoat with gold trim, a matching vest beneath, and a light blue shirt with a high collar. A lavender tie adorned with a red and gold brooch completed the ensemble, giving him an air of both authority and impeccable professionalism.
"Can I help you, young man?" the Headmaster asked, his tone clipped and to the point.
Adam's heart raced as he gathered himself. "Greetings, Headmaster of this Academy," he began, bowing deeply in a show of respect that felt both necessary and inadequate.
The Headmaster's eyes narrowed slightly, scrutinizing the young man before him. "Your gesture is well-intentioned, but rather old-fashioned. As you can see, I'm very busy, especially at this hour. So please, get to the point."
Adam swallowed, his throat dry. "Oh, um… I just have some questions about enrolling in this school."
The Headmaster's response was swift, almost mechanical. "The enrollment process is automated for freshmen and sophomores. If you're inquiring about your schedule, rest assured our interns will distribute them during lunch periods tomorrow."
Adam hesitated, then pressed on. "It's not just that. I wasn't assigned a class yet. I just arrived from… a faraway place. That's why I decided to speak with you personally, Headmaster."
"I see." The Headmaster's eyes flickered with mild curiosity as he pulled out a document and handed it to Adam. "Fill this out, and I'll see to it that your situation is resolved. But please, make it quick — I have little time to spare."
Adam glanced down at the form. It was filled with the usual questions — name, title, place of origin, parents or guardians, alignment. He filled out most of it without much thought, writing down "Adam the First Man" where it asked for his name and title. But when he reached the section asking for his place of origin and alignment, he hesitated. The words felt foreign, heavy with implications he hadn't fully considered.
He glanced at the Headmaster, who was now engrossed in his work. After a moment of contemplation, Adam wrote "Eden" as his place of origin and listed his creator's name under the section for his parent: "God."
But when it came to alignment, Adam paused. His past flashed before him — his life, his mistakes, his repentance, his unwavering loyalty to the Heavens. After a moment of deep reflection, he firmly wrote "Hero" and handed the document back to the Headmaster.
The Headmaster scanned the paper, his brows furrowing at some of the answers. "Young man, what do you mean by 'Eden'? And I see you've written 'God,' but you didn't specify which one."
Adam blinked in confusion. "What? There's more than one God?"
The Headmaster sighed, his patience wearing thin. "Of course. Mount Olympus, for example, is home to many gods and goddesses, each with dominion over different aspects of existence. Here at Ever After, we don't hold the Pantheon in particularly high regard."
Mount Olympus? Adam's mind raced. Did he mean those arrogant deities from Greece? The ones who strutted about with their petty divinity? His eye twitched involuntarily at the thought of those beings sharing his world.
But then another thought struck him — a question that filled him with a desperate hope. "If they're here, does that mean my Father and my friends are here too?" He muttered the words to himself, but the notion quickly felt improbable. No, he had prayed to the Heavens and received no answer. He was alone here. The weight of that realization pressed down on him, almost suffocating.
But he couldn't afford to dwell on it. Not now. He raised his hand, trying to summon the divine powers that had once flowed through him so effortlessly. Nothing. Not even a trace of connection to the Heavens. It was as if that part of him had been severed, lost in whatever twist of fate had brought him here.
Adam shook his head, forcing himself to focus. "I'm not from Mount Olympus," he finally said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within. "My Father may be what you would call God, but he has no connection to the Pantheon. My family… we're independent. And more deserving of the title."
The Headmaster regarded him with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. "Very well. I hope you have the courage to back up your words. And I see you've chosen 'Hero' as your alignment." He stamped the document with a personalized seal, approving Adam's enrollment. "You're a bit late compared to the others, but I believe you'll manage. My name is Milton Grimm, Headmaster of Ever After High. Let me be the first to welcome you."
Relief washed over Adam, a wave of gratitude nearly overwhelming him. "Thank you, sir. I promise I won't tarnish the reputation of this esteemed academy. I swear it."
Headmaster Grimm smiled, a rare expression for him. "Splendid. Your advisor will be Mister Knight. He'll provide more details about your schedule and classes." He handed Adam a folder containing his syllabus and dorm room number. "Your lunch period is starting soon, so I'd suggest you get going. And remember, this is the sophomores' Legacy Year — tardiness won't be tolerated."
Adam nodded firmly, understanding the gravity of the Headmaster's words. As he turned to leave, Milton called out, "Oh, and one more thing. Catch!"
Adam reflexively caught the object thrown his way. It was a ring — exquisite, adorned with priceless jewels and crafted with extreme care. The golden band was lined with precious minerals, and the top was designed with intersecting bars of an otherworldly metal. A strange sense of familiarity tugged at Adam, though he couldn't place why.
"What's this for?" he asked, holding the ring up to the light.
"Consider it a welcome gift, a symbol that you're one of us now," Milton replied. Adam nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips as he slipped the ring onto his finger.
He bowed once more, deeply, before finally leaving the office. As the doors closed behind him, Milton Grimm exhaled, the tension draining from his body. His heart still pounded wildly, his thoughts a tumultuous storm of unease and frustration.
He turned his gaze to a drawer in his desk, pulling it open to reveal a golden scroll hidden within. The parchment glowed brilliantly, a constant reminder of the weight on his shoulders. With a heavy sigh, he whispered to himself, "This Legacy Year has become far more complicated than I anticipated. But… I suppose I'll just have to wait and see what changes that boy will bring. I just hope that we are prepared for what's to come."
Adam closed the door behind him and released a deep breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. The crushing weight that had been pressing down on his shoulders seemed to vanish, and the tension that had gripped his body melted away into nothingness as he drew in steady, rhythmic breaths.
"Father, that was excruciating," he whispered to himself. The entire experience had been a test of his resolve, pushing him to the brink of his endurance. He glanced down at the folder in his arms, feeling its weight as if it held his entire future within its pages. Curiosity sparked, and he opened it to review the documents he had hastily filled out earlier. His character sheet was there, every detail he had written now neatly printed and finalized. Everything seemed in order.
As he turned the next page, a glint of gold caught his eye. There, attached to a key, was a gilded slate with some text inscribed on it that pertained the following; G127. Adam carefully pulled out the key, examining its intricate design, marveling at the craftsmanship. "This must be the key to my dorm room," he mused aloud, holding it up to the light. But before he could dwell further on the thought, his stomach growled loudly, demanding attention.
"But not before I put some food in my system," he added with a rueful smile, clutching his gurgling stomach as he made his way down the hall, hoping to find the Castleteria that Lilly had mentioned earlier.
Navigating the labyrinthine hallways of the academy, Adam's frustration grew. "Come on, come on. Where is it? How big can this school get?!" he muttered under his breath, careful not to draw too much attention to himself.
The hallways seemed endless, each corner he turned only leading to more corridors. He kept his head down, trying to avoid any unnecessary interactions with the other students. The reality of his situation still felt surreal — being a student in this strange world, standing shoulder to shoulder with the fantastical characters that called this place home.
Life was truly fickle. It had a way of throwing unexpected challenges at those unprepared for its twists and page-turners. Despite the stress, he couldn't help but hum softly to himself, wondering what marvels and adventures awaited him now that he was part of this new world.
"Adam, wait up!" A voice called out, snapping him out of his reverie. He turned to see a large, clumsy figure barreling toward him.
"What are the odds that we'd meet here? I knew you were headed to this school, but still," said the familiar voice. It was Laurence, a hulking ogre with a heart of gold.
Adam couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head in amusement. "Hey there, big guy. Yeah, it's quite the coincidence. What brings you here? Shouldn't you be guarding the bridge and forcing unsuspecting travelers to pay the toll?"
Laurence grinned sheepishly. "Oh, the troll came back from his break, so I've got nothing else to do today. Figured I could just lounge around the school or find someone to hang out with. Speaking of which, you free?"
Adam laughed, feeling a warmth in his chest at the sight of his friend. Laurence's intimidating appearance hid a gentle soul, one that Adam had quickly grown fond of. "I wish I could, Laurence, but I'm starving right now. You wouldn't happen to know where the Castleteria is, would you?"
"Sure I do! Follow me!" Laurence replied enthusiastically, leading the way. Adam easily kept pace with his friend, relieved to have some company as they navigated the sprawling campus. The journey didn't take long, though it was punctuated by a few close calls — nearly bumping into other students and apologizing profusely. But soon enough, they arrived at their destination, and Adam could hardly contain his excitement.
Finally! He could almost cry at the sight of the endless rows of food laid out before him. But then, a sudden realization struck him like a punch to the gut.
I'm broke! He had no money, no possessions to his name in this world. How was he supposed to afford even a simple meal, let alone the cost of boarding at this prestigious school?
Panic began to set in, his mind racing through the grim possibilities. But before he could spiral into despair, Laurence's large hand clapped onto his shoulder, grounding him.
"Dude, you okay?" Laurence asked, concern in his eyes.
Adam shook his head, trying to clear the fog of anxiety. "Yeah, it's just… I don't have any money on me. I have no idea how I'm going to eat here," he admitted, the dread creeping back into his voice.
"What are you talking about? You have that ring, don't you?" Laurence pointed to the ring adorning Adam's left middle finger.
Adam looked at it, confusion clouding his mind. "What do you mean?"
Laurence laughed, the sound deep and hearty. "What do you mean, what do I mean? That ring signifies you're sponsored by someone. It gives you full access to all the services and facilities the school offers. It's a pretty amazing privilege if you ask me."
Adam's eyes widened in disbelief. "Wait, so you're saying I don't have to pay for anything?"
"Yup," Laurence confirmed, a hint of envy in his voice. "Not gonna lie, I'm a bit jealous. Not many students get a sponsor like that. Not even most of the nobles get that kind of backing."
Adam stared at the ring in awe, his mind swirling with questions. Why had he been given such a gift? Who was behind this? Was he merely a pawn in someone else's game? But despite the uncertainty gnawing at him, he knew one thing — he wasn't going to waste this opportunity.
"Well then, who am I to refuse such an offer? Come along, big guy. Lunch is on me," Adam declared, a grin spreading across his face.
"Awesome!" Laurence cheered as they strode into the Castleteria together, their stomachs rumbling in anticipation. The moment they stepped inside, Adam felt the weight of dozens of eyes on him. The other students were staring, their gazes filled with curiosity and, in some cases, desire. It was hard to ignore the attention, but Adam did his best, focusing instead on grabbing a tray and getting in line.
Beside him, Laurence seemed blissfully unaware of the stares, too focused on the promise of food. "Why are people looking at us? Mostly you," he asked, perplexed.
Adam shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the anxiety churning in his gut. "Just try to ignore them. Look, it's our turn."
They quickly filled their trays with an assortment of dishes, many of which Adam couldn't even begin to identify. But at that moment, he didn't care. His stomach was screaming for sustenance, and he was more than willing to oblige.
Once they found a table, Laurence attacked his meal with the enthusiasm of a wild animal, tearing through his food with abandon. Adam was more restrained, but his appetite was no less ravenous. Each bite was a revelation, the flavors bursting in his mouth, filling him with a sense of contentment he hadn't felt in what seemed like ages. As he ate, he found himself savoring the simple pleasure of a hearty meal on an empty stomach.
Halfway through their lunch, a familiar voice called out to him. "Adam, there you are!" He looked up to see Lilly approaching their table, a tray of her own in hand.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked, gesturing to the seat beside him.
Adam gestured to the empty spot with a smile. "Be our guest," he replied before returning to his meal, grateful for the company of friends in this strange new world."I see you're settling in well. Who's your, um, friend?" Lilly's voice wavered slightly, her eyes cautious as she took in the sight of the hulking orc devouring his meal like a starving wolf. The brutish sight set her on edge, reminding her of a wolf descending upon one of her sheep.
Adam followed her gaze, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Oh, this is Laurence. I met him along with a few others when they showed me around the village earlier," he explained, trying to put her at ease.
"Hey, Laurence," Adam called, snapping his fingers to catch his friend's attention. "Stop eating like an animal for a second. I want to introduce you to someone."
Laurence paused mid-bite, straightening up as he swallowed the mouthful of food he'd been working on. "Wassup?" he grunted, his voice deep and gravelly.
Adam gestured between the two. "Laurence, this is Lilly. Lilly, Laurence. I met her earlier today when I was feeling pretty low. She really helped me get back on my feet."
Laurence's face broke into a broad, toothy grin. "Well, any friend of Adam's is a friend of mine. Put 'er there, partner." He extended his hand, still slick with the remnants of his meal. Lilly cringed inwardly but forced herself to accept the gesture, shaking his hand with a mix of apprehension and distaste.
"Nice to… meet you, as well," she managed, her voice tinged with uncertainty and a hint of fear. Adam noticed her hesitation, his brow furrowing slightly as he observed the exchange.
Lilly quickly shifted the conversation, hoping to move on from the awkward moment. "You said you met a few others as well?"
"Oh, yeah," Adam replied, tossing a pastry into his mouth. "I ran into Jason and Julie, the children of Jack and Jill—you know, from the nursery rhyme. They're quite the pair — rambunctious as can be, but you can tell how close they are by how much they argue."
Lilly's curiosity was piqued. "Oh? And what makes you say that?"
Adam paused, chewing thoughtfully before responding. "It's pretty simple, honestly. The way I see it, people who are close tend to argue more because they feel comfortable enough to speak their minds freely. When you don't know someone well, you're more careful with your words, afraid of causing offense or disappointment. But when there's a deep bond, that filter disappears. It's a sign of trust, in a way."
He took a sip of his Dr. Peter Pepper, gathering his thoughts. "In my opinion, a connection without conflict is one without commitment. Only by pushing through their problems together can people truly grow closer and form lasting bonds. The stronger the connection, the more likely they are to squabble over petty things, but that's what makes the relationship stronger in the end. It's something I've seen countless times with those I care about."
As he spoke, his mind drifted back to memories of his own family, the struggles they had faced together, and the regrets that still haunted him. His voice softened as he continued, almost as if he were speaking more to himself than to his friends. "I really believe that the closer some people are, the more they argue… and the stronger their bonds become."
When he finally looked up, he realized both Lilly and Laurence were staring at him, their expressions a mix of awe and intrigue. Even Laurence had paused in his meal, captivated by Adam's words.
"What?" Adam asked, suddenly self-conscious under their gazes.
Lilly smiled warmly, shaking her head softly. "Nothing… It's just that what you said was so mature. I never expected you to be so wise beyond your years."
If only you knew, Adam thought to himself, a thousand memories and burdens flashing behind his eyes. He faked a cough, trying to dispel the weight of the conversation. "Look, I can be mature when I want to be. I've just got a lot on my plate right now."
"Well, it seems Laurence begs to differ," Lilly quipped, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Adam's confusion deepened until he glanced down at his plate, only to find it empty. He looked up just in time to see Laurence let out a thunderous burp, the sound echoing through the Castleteria.
"Sorry," Laurence said sheepishly. "I don't know when to stop once I start."
Adam chuckled, waving it off. "No problem, big guy. Good thing I got my fill before you did."
Adam smirked, his earlier tension easing away. "You know I didn't mean literally, right?"
Lilly grinned, enjoying the lighthearted banter. "I know, I know." she teased, raising an eyebrow as she speared a piece of lettuce from her Caesar salad.
Their playful exchange quickly dissolved into a chorus of laughter, the sound infectious and comforting in the bustling hall.
Lilly eventually finished her meal, her eyes glancing at the time. "It was nice catching up, Adam. But I really need to check up on my sheeps. They keep getting out of their pen at the worst possible times," she said with a sigh of exasperation.
Adam nodded understandingly, though a small pang of disappointment tugged at his chest. "It's fine. I had fun talking to you again. So, I guess I'll see you soon?"
Lilly's eyes sparkled with warmth as she replied, "Probably sooner than you think." She winked playfully before turning on her heels and walking away, her departure leaving a small void in Adam's chest.
As he watched her go, Laurence leaned over. "Oops, I totally forgot — my friend invited me to hang out later. You wanna join us?" Laurence's offer was sincere, his voice full of hope.
Adam considered it for a moment, but then shook his head. "Thanks, Laurence, but I think I'll stay and get used to the school's layout for now. I don't want to get lost again like a headless chicken."
Laurence nodded in understanding. "Too bad. Would've been stoked to have you join us. Maybe next time?"
"Sure, Laurence. Whatever you say," Adam agreed with a smile, watching as the big-hearted ogre wandered off, leaving him alone with his thoughts.
But even as Laurence disappeared into the crowd, Adam couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. He could feel the weight of countless eyes on him, their gazes burning into his soul. Anxiety prickled at the edges of his consciousness, but he forced himself to keep moving, his steps quickening as he tried to escape the invisible scrutiny.
He marched down the hall, making random turns to throw off any lingering eyes. The academy's vastness was disorienting, its endless hallways and towering spires making him feel small and insignificant. Each corridor led to another, and another, an unending maze that boggled his mind.
But the further he walked, the more he found himself in awe of the school's grandeur. He passed by classrooms filled with all manner of wondrous things — a laboratory brimming with strange concoctions, a room full of advanced technology, a sprawling gymnasium, and even a music room overflowing with instruments of every kind.
Definitely gonna check that out soon, Adam mused, his spirits lifting at the thought.
He continued his exploration, his journey taking him past an Olympic-sized swimming pool and an enormous track field just visible through a window. Each new discovery only deepened his sense of awe. The school seemed to hold endless surprises, each more fantastical than the last.
Eventually, his wandering led him to a spiral staircase winding up into one of the school's many spires. He paused at the base, curiosity tugging at him.
What's the harm? he thought, and without another moment of hesitation, he began to climb, eager to see where the steps might lead him. A decision — unbeknownst to him — he would soon come to cherish.
It took Adam several minutes to climb the seemingly endless spiral of steps. Yet, to his surprise, he didn't feel the slightest bit winded when he reached the top. In fact, he felt as if he could go on indefinitely, his newfound vitality and boundless energy a testament to the extraordinary changes within him. As he reached the peak, he paused to glance over his body, marveling at how much it had transformed. Every muscle seemed infused with a strength and endurance that had never been his before.
The chamber he entered was breezy and spacious, a stark contrast to the enclosed halls and classrooms of the academy. Here, the space was open and sparse, offering a panoramic view of the village sprawled out far below. The twinkling lights of the village, the vibrant sounds of laughter and joy carried on the mid-afternoon breeze, filled Adam with a sense of awe and wonder. The entire scene was a living tapestry, painted in hues of gold and purple as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its final rays across the land.
Adam stood there, lost in the beauty of it all. The sun, halfway through its descent, bathed the world in a soft, golden light that seemed to wrap everything in a warm embrace. It was a sight that stirred something deep within him — a longing, a sense of belonging to this strange, wonderful world that he was now a part of.
But his reverie was abruptly shattered by a harsh, grating noise. The sound of something heavy being dragged across the tiles was accompanied by the frustrated grunts of someone struggling under the weight. Startled, Adam turned around just in time to see three small pigs scurrying away, squealing in fright as they disappeared down the stairs.
"Huh… that was weird," he muttered, his attention quickly drawn to the source of the noise. His eyes landed on a girl struggling to drag a large, battered trunk across the floor. She looked utterly exhausted, every step a battle as she tried to pull her belongings behind her.
The girl was striking, with long, wavy dark hair streaked with vibrant pink, and a small crown perched on top. Her pale complexion contrasted sharply with her fashionable, gothic-inspired outfit. She wore a black top adorned with silver detailing and an elaborate collar, paired with a layered, ruffled skirt in shades of purple and pink that added a playful touch to her otherwise edgy look. Her legs were clad in fishnet stockings, and she wore black high-top shoes with multiple buckles, completing her bold and stylish ensemble.
Adam couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the sight. She looked drained, her chest rising and falling heavily with each labored breath. Ever the righteous soul, he immediately stepped forward, his voice filled with concern. "Hey, do you need some help with that?"
The girl stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening in surprise as she turned to face him. She scanned him from head to toe, clearly trying to gauge his intentions, a questioning look in her eyes. Adam waited patiently, offering a reassuring smile.
"Unless you don't want me to, that is," he added, not wanting to overstep.
"No, no, please," she responded quickly, a hint of panic in her voice. "I could really use some help."
Adam nodded and approached her, his smile widening as he effortlessly lifted the heavy trunk, hoisting it onto his shoulder as if it weighed nothing at all. The girl's eyes widened in shock, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten.
"Oh, wow… you're strong. Really strong," she marveled, unable to hide her amazement as Adam carried the cumbersome load without breaking a sweat.
"Aw, shucks, it's nothing," Adam replied with a modest grin. "You should see me take down a T-rex. Now that was something."
The girl's curiosity was piqued. "A T-rex? What's that?"
"It's like a humongous lizard that would eat you for breakfast if you let it," Adam explained, his tone casual as if recalling a fond memory. "It's the size of a building, with razor-sharp teeth and scales tougher than any armor. It was quite the challenge to defeat, but I came out on top in the end."
The girl's eyes sparkled with interest. "Giant lizards… Do you mean dragons?"
Adam's eyes widened in shock. "Wait, there are dragons here? Like, actual fire-breathing lizards with wings?!" he exclaimed, barely able to contain his excitement.
"Yeah, there are," the girl confirmed with a nod. "Ever After High even has a stable full of them. I think it's their breeding season, so there might be eggs hatching soon."
Adam's eyes sparkled with a renewed fire as the possibilities unfurled before him. His thoughts raced, filled with the thrill of new adventures and challenges that lay ahead. Memories of battles past flooded his mind — fierce clashes against the most terrifying beasts that roamed the primordial Earth after his exile from Eden.
Those days were etched into his very being, a time when he fought not just for survival, but to protect the family he had built in a world that had turned harsh and unforgiving. Each battle was a testament to his resolve, each victory a shield against the darkness that threatened to consume everything he held dear.
He remembered the Titan of the Lands, Behemoth, a monstrous colossus whose very steps made the earth tremble. Its death had been a turning point, the moment his family claimed dominion over the once barren lands that flourished under their care. The victory had come at a great cost, but it had secured a future where they could thrive, where the earth itself seemed to bend to their will.
Then there was the Titan of the Seas, Leviathan — a serpent of unimaginable size and power, ruler of the treacherous oceans that had claimed the lives of so many of his kin. The battle against Leviathan was a brutal, unending struggle, fought on a battlefield where he had no advantage, where the very waves seemed to conspire against him. But Adam had emerged victorious, drenched in the blood of the beast, his spirit unbroken even as his body was pushed to its limits. That victory had been a bittersweet one, marked by the grief of those he could not save, but it had granted his family safety from the ocean's cruel grasp.
Yet, despite these triumphs, there remained one foe that had eluded him, a foe whose defeat had always seemed just out of reach — the Titan of the Skies, Zephyrion. Its body was a breathtaking display of colors, shimmering like a living rainbow against the endless blue expanse of the heavens. Adam had watched it from below, yearning with every fiber of his being to conquer the skies as he had conquered the land and sea. But time, relentless and unforgiving, had stolen that dream from him. As the years wore on, his strength waned, and the chance to face Zephyrion slipped further from his grasp.
Now, standing in this strange and wondrous world, Adam felt a surge of hope, of determination. Here, in a place where dragons soared through the skies, he saw a chance to redeem that old regret. The fire that had once driven him to protect his family, to conquer the unconquerable, flickered to life once more. This world offered him a new challenge, a new opportunity to prove himself, to reclaim the dream that time had stolen from him.
This time, he would not be denied.
"Um, hello?" The girl's voice snapped him out of his daydream, her hand waving in front of his face. "You okay there? You just went all stiff and unresponsive, like a statue."
Adam shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "Yeah, yeah, I was just thinking about some things," he replied, his voice a little distant as the weight of his memories lingered. "Anyway, where do you want me to take this?"
The girl blinked, momentarily flustered as she remembered why they were there. "Oh, um, yes, up to my dorm room, if you wouldn't mind," she said, her cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment.
Adam nodded, gesturing for her to lead the way. As they walked, he realized this was also the perfect opportunity to figure out where the dorms were located, a useful bit of information since he still had to find his own room. They ascended another flight of stairs, the girl glancing back at him every so often, clearly impressed by his effortless strength.
The journey to the dorms was smooth and uneventful, Adam carrying the girl's trunk with ease, as though it weighed nothing at all. There was no struggle, no hesitation — just the simple act of helping someone in need. As they walked, Adam began to whistle a soft tune, hoping to break the staleness of the silence that hung between them. But before long, the girl interrupted with a tentative voice, striking up a conversation.
"Hey, thanks for helping me with my things. Most people would usually run away at the mere sight of me, sometimes even screaming," she admitted, her voice laced with a mix of gratitude and something darker — an old, lingering hurt.
Adam quirked an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Really?" he asked, genuinely baffled. "And why's that?"
She hesitated, her fingers fidgeting nervously. "Well… it's because I'm the daughter of the Evil Queen," she confessed, her voice dropping to a near whisper as if she wished she could take the words back as soon as they left her lips.
Adam's reaction was immediate and explosive. "Wait, what? The Evil Queen? As in the Evil Queen? You mean to tell me you're her kid?" His voice was filled with shock and disbelief, causing the girl to recoil slightly.
Panic flashed in her eyes as she tried to backtrack, waving her hands in a frantic attempt to downplay the revelation. "No, no, no! You must've misheard me," she stammered, desperation creeping into her tone.
But Adam wasn't buying it. "No, I didn't," he insisted, his voice firm. "I may be ignorant most of the time, but I'm not stupid. You just said you're the daughter of the Evil Queen herself!"
Her heart sank. She'd blown it. Her chance to make a new friend was slipping through her fingers, shattered by the admission of her dark lineage. The tears she had fought so hard to keep at bay began to well up, blurring her vision. Any second now, she expected him to bolt, to run off screaming about how she was going to hex him or turn him into some hideous creature. But the expected reaction never came.
Instead, Adam's face lit up with excitement. "That's awesome!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with genuine admiration. "Why didn't you say so sooner?! I'm actually meeting a real, bonafide princess. Man, can this day get any better?!"
The girl stood frozen in place, utterly flabbergasted by his reaction. "Wait, what?" she managed to whisper, her mind struggling to process the turn of events. Where she had expected fear and rejection, she was instead met with enthusiasm and praise.
Adam was practically bouncing with excitement, his words tumbling out in a rush. "Wow, I've always wanted to meet a princess in real life. And now I'm actually doing it! You look way better than how most princesses are portrayed in storybooks. Aw, man, I should've brought a pen with me — would've loved to get an autograph!"
They had stopped walking, Adam's exuberance causing her to pause as well. Raven could only stare at him, her heart pounding in her chest, her emotions a tangled mess. This boy, who she thought would be terrified or disgusted by her, was instead showering her with compliments and kindness. The warmth of his words was something she hadn't known she needed until now, and it stirred something deep within her — something she had long thought buried.
"Wait a spell," she said, her voice trembling as she tried to understand. "Are you saying you're not afraid of me?"
Adam blinked, his smile never faltering. "No, why would I be? Unless, of course, you want me to be," he added, a playful lilt in his tone.
Raven quickly shook her head, the thought of him fearing her causing an unexpected pang of anxiety. "No! I-I mean, no. It's just that people usually run away screaming when they find out who I am." She rubbed her hands together, trying to steady her nerves, though the hope blooming in her chest made it hard to remain calm.
"Why?" Adam asked simply, his tone genuinely curious.
"Because I'm the daughter of the Evil Queen," Raven repeated, the weight of those words settling heavily in her chest as her heart began to race.
"Why?" he asked again, his gaze never wavering.
Raven hesitated, the answer lodged in her throat like a thorn. "Because… they think I'm evil, just like my mother," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper as her insides twisted into a painful knot.
"Why?" Adam's question was simple, yet it struck her like a blow, her emotions bubbling over.
"Because!" she cried out, her voice cracking as the dam holding back her tears finally broke. "They say it's my destiny to do so, to be just like her!" Her body shook as sobs wracked through her, the tears she had tried so hard to suppress now flowing freely down her cheeks.
Adam's heart clenched at the sight of her tears. The raw pain in her voice, the way she clutched herself as if trying to hold her breaking heart together — it all stirred something deep within him, something ancient and compassionate. He gently set down the trunk and stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her in a warm, protective embrace.
Raven squeaked in surprise, her body stiffening at the unexpected contact. Her mind raced, unsure of how to react, but as the warmth of his hug enveloped her, she found herself leaning into it, drawn to the comfort he offered. It was a simple act of kindness, but it felt like a lifeline — a small, precious piece of light in the darkness that had surrounded her for so long.
His embrace was strong yet gentle, his presence like a soothing balm to the ache in her heart. The sobs that had once wracked her body began to quiet, reduced to soft whimpers as she found solace in his arms. She had never known such kindness, never experienced a moment like this — where someone other than her father and few of her friends cared, where someone else saw her for more than just her lineage.
Adam's hand reached up, his fingers gently stroking her hair as he whispered softly, "It's okay. It's okay."
Raven's grip on him tightened, her small arms wrapping around his midsection as she pressed her tear-streaked face against his chest. He was taller than her, and she felt almost dwarfed by his height, but the safety she felt in his embrace was like nothing she had ever known.
"What was your name again?" Adam asked softly, realizing he hadn't asked before.
"Raven," she mumbled, her voice muffled against his chest.
"Raven," Adam repeated, the name rolling off his tongue like a promise. "Is it okay if I ask you something?"
She nodded slightly, her tears still flowing but her heart starting to calm as he tenderly rubbed the back of her head.
"Do you think you're evil?" Adam's question was gentle, yet it caught her off guard. She sniffled, raising her head slightly to look up at him, her eyes red and puffy.
"Huh?" she asked, her voice trembling as she tried to process his words.
"I asked you if you think you're evil?" he repeated, his gaze soft and filled with concern.
Raven hesitated, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and doubts. "N-No," she finally stuttered, though the uncertainty was still there, lurking in the corners of her heart.
"Then why do you say that you are?" Adam asked, his eyes reflecting nothing but genuine care and worry.
Raven felt something inside her crack open at his words, something she had long buried under the expectations and fears of those around her. "Because… everyone says that I am," she admitted, her voice trembling as the pain in her heart resurfaced.
"And do you believe them?" Adam's voice was gentle, but his words carried a weight that made her stop and think. No one had ever asked her that before. No one had ever cared to know what she believed, what she wanted. She had always been told what she was meant to be, never asked who she wanted to become.
"I… I don't know," she whispered, her voice filled with confusion and a deep-seated longing for something more, something she couldn't quite put into words.
Adam knelt down in front of her, placing his hands firmly on her shoulders. His eyes met hers, filled with warmth and determination. "Then let me tell you something, Raven, daughter of the Evil Queen," he began, his voice steady and reassuring.
"You are not your mother."
Raven's breath caught in her throat, her voice failing her as she stared at him in shock. It was as if he had reached into her soul and pulled out the words she had been yearning to hear her entire life.
"You are not bound by chains," Adam continued, his voice soft yet powerful. "You have the freedom to choose what you want to do with your life. True, we all have our own destinies to fulfill, but it's not up to others to decide your fate. That right belongs to you, and you alone. Your own choice, to be who you want to become."
A soft smile played on his lips as he pulled her into one final embrace. "You are the author of your own story, Raven. Never forget that."
As Adam began to pull away, hoping not to make things more awkward, he was surprised when Raven clung to him, refusing to let go. Her arms tightened around him as she buried her face in his chest once more, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Can we stay like this? Just for a few more minutes… please."
His shirt was already soaked with her tears, but Adam didn't mind. Not in the slightest. He held her close, letting her cry, letting her release the pain that had been building up inside her for so long. He hummed a soft melody, a faint echo of a song from long ago, yet still filled with the warmth and harmony that she so desperately needed.
And so they stayed like that, wrapped in each other's warmth, as Raven allowed herself to grieve and find comfort in the arms of someone who saw her not as the daughter of the Evil Queen, but as Raven — a girl with the power to choose her own embrace lingered far longer than either had anticipated, with dusk slowly settling over the land. The sky turned from gold to shades of purple with the setting sun, the first stars twinkling faintly above, yet Adam didn't dare disturb the moment.
He could feel Raven's quiet grief in the way she clung to him, her body trembling slightly as she let out the pain she had carried for far too long. Adam had no intention of rushing her. He let her lean on him, allowing her to find solace in his presence, just as so many had done before.
His mind wandered as the silence stretched on, pulling him back to a different time. He thought of his family, of the countless sons and daughters who had once looked to him for guidance, seeking wisdom as if he held all the answers to life's mysteries. How many times had he offered them advice, comforted them when the world was too cruel, just as he was doing now with Raven?
And then his thoughts drifted further still, to the one who had created him. The Almighty Father, the being who had breathed life into him. Would He be proud of what Adam had become? Of the choices he had made? Or was Adam's presence in this strange, fantastical world some kind of mistake? He longed to ask, to feel some sort of connection again, but the silence from above remained unbroken. There was no answer to the questions swirling in his heart.
Perhaps there was more to this than he understood. More to this game, this life, than he could yet grasp. But one question gnawed at him — could he last long enough to see it through? Would his strength, both physical and spiritual, be enough to carry him through the challenges that awaited?
A soft sniffle pulled him from his thoughts, bringing him back to the present. Raven stirred in his arms, tightening her embrace for a moment longer before slowly letting go. Her face was streaked with tears, her eyes red and puffy, but despite that, she radiated a certain strength, an inner beauty that even her vulnerability couldn't diminish.
"You good?" Adam asked, his words perhaps a bit too blunt for the moment, but he meant well. He was used to being straightforward, sometimes to a fault.
Raven managed a weak smile, still a little uncertain. "Yeah… I just… I don't know what to say." Her voice was soft, hesitant, as though she were still processing everything that had just happened.
"Then save your breath for now," Adam said, his tone a little gruff, but underneath it was sincerity. "We've already wasted enough time." Despite the harshness of his words, Raven could tell he didn't mean to rush her. He was simply trying to move things along without making it more awkward.
Raven nodded, wiping the last remnants of her tears. "Of course. I'm sorry for putting you through all that. But really… I can't thank you enough for what you did. You don't know how much it means to me."
Adam shrugged, downplaying his own kindness. "No need for thanks." Without another word, he bent down, picked up the trunk once again, and gestured for her to lead the way.
They walked in silence after that, the earlier tension between them now eased. The dorms weren't far, and it didn't take long for them to reach their destination. The halls were neat and orderly, each room provided with the basic amenities needed for student life. Raven stopped in front of a door with a wooden plaque that bore her name, etched in bold, golden letters.
"Here's my dorm," Raven said softly as Adam set the trunk down with a gentle thud. He glanced at the names on the plaque, reading aloud, "Raven Queen Madeline Hatter."
He smirked at the second name, wondering what kind of person would share a room with someone like Raven. "Huh, wonder who Madeline Hatter is," he mused, though he figured he'd find out soon enough.
"Well," Raven said, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness, "I guess this is where we part ways."
Adam looked at her, sensing the small thread of dejection in her words. "You gonna be alright?"
She offered him a brave smile. "I think I'll manage. Thanks again, for everything." She pushed her trunk into her room, standing in the doorway, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer.
"No problem, Raven," Adam replied, already preparing to leave but remembering something just in time. "Oh, before I forget — can you point me to the boys' dorms? I still don't have a clue where I'm supposed to go."
Raven's face brightened slightly as she gave him directions. "It's the turret next to this one. Just go down the hall, take a right, and head straight until you see the spiral staircase. You can't miss it. There's even an elevator if you'd prefer."
Adam nodded, committing it all to memory. "Take a right, go straight, climb the stairs. Got it. Thanks, Raven." He gave her a casual wave as he turned to leave, but just as he took a step away, she called out to him again.
"Wait! I never got your name."
Adam stopped, turning back to her with a smirk. "The name's Adam. Don't wear it out." He winked before finally heading off down the hall.
Raven stood in the doorway, watching him disappear around the corner, a small smile tugging at her lips. For the first time in a long while, she felt a glimmer of hope, as if the weight of her lineage didn't define her. And all because of a boy named Adam who had shown her kindness when she needed it most.
As for Adam, he walked with a sense of contentment, ready to find his room and end the long day. The challenges of this new world lay ahead of him, and while his path was still uncertain, he knew one thing for sure — he wasn't facing it alone.
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