Adam the First

by ZexyZane

As Adam fell in battle, he began to recount the events that led to his life being the way it is. A sudden burst of light blinded him as he found himself in a world born from a fairytale, in a forest that felt vaguely familiar, and a purpose far greater than he can handle. The destinies of many will align to reforge and pave a better path, a better future, a better ending for all.

9. Heroes in Distress

This is an incredibly long chapter, good luck trying to finish it. I spent most of the last few weeks trying to write out the scenes and make sure that each word is as impactful and emotionally compelling as the last.

If any of you are off-putted by the vast amount of Original Characters, then I humbly apologize beforehand, but I won't change my mind about them since I've already decided which character will play which role and how significant they will become in this story's plotting. There's just a sever lack of inspiration from the already available cast from the Ever After High books and series altogether, so many wasted opportunities to include more characters from other stories.

Additionally, my update schedule will return to normal soon, so please look forward to that. And I am pretty hexcited about how I'm going to introduce the other chracters from Hazbin Hotel and how I'm going to incorporate them into my story.

That's all for now, enjoy and have a beautiful day!

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As they trudged deeper into the forest, the atmosphere shifted, growing heavier and darker with each passing step. Shadows seemed to thicken, casting a somber veil over the group. The once vibrant greens of the trees and plants gradually faded into murky shades, their colors muted as if the forest itself were holding its breath.

The unsettling stillness of the surroundings was broken by a sudden rustling in the nearby bushes. Several students jumped, startled, including Hopper and Leon, who yelped in unison, clutching their chests before exchanging embarrassed glances. Despite their nerves, the group pressed forward, following King Charming's steady lead.

"Um, Professor Charming?" Hunter finally spoke up, his tone hesitant but laced with curiosity.

"Yes?" King Charming replied, eyes still focused ahead as he navigated the dense undergrowth.

"Just… how long are we going to keep walking?" Hunter asked, a nervous chuckle slipping out as he scanned the darkening path around them.

"Yeah, I'm with Hunter on this one," Dexter chimed in, a slight quaver in his voice. "Dad — I mean, Sir — where hexactly are you taking us?"

King Charming chuckled lightly, glancing back at them with a knowing glint in his eye. "Ah, you see, my boy, one should never focus solely on the destination. It's also about the journey." He gestured to the landscape around them, encouraging them to take in their surroundings. "Look closely. Notice the details — the twisted roots, the shadows beneath the boughs, the direction the moss grows. Every landmark holds clues. One of the essential skills for a hero is learning to find the way forward by understanding the path behind."

With graceful precision, King Charming drew his sword and carved the Ever After High insignia into the bark of a nearby tree. "And sometimes," he continued, his voice solemn, "we leave our own marks. In dark or unfamiliar territory, it's wise to leave signs for yourself, for you may never know how far you'll need to go to find your way back." He smiled, a touch of humor slipping in. "What, you think knights just wander into the right place by luck?" His joke earned a few chuckles, easing the tension a bit.

Just as the group settled into this newfound calm, a rank, foul smell filled the air, thick and nauseating. The students' reactions were immediate: several gagged, while others stumbled backward, shielding their noses.

"Ugh! What is that wretched odor?" Daring exclaimed, covering his nose as his face twisted in horror.

Nearby, Eren and Finn pinched their noses, waving the air as if that might somehow chase the smell away. Hopper and Leon recoiled, faces pale as they struggled to stay upright, their breaths shallow as they fought against faintness.

Dexter and Hunter turned green, their faces contorting in discomfort as they fought to hold back the urge to retch. Adam, however, stood relatively unaffected, barely grimacing — years of facing worse had inured him to such horrors. Beside him, Nate looked on, unaffected as well; his wooden construction spared him the misery of smell.

The Three Musketeers, however, were not so fortunate.

Théo, wide-eyed and gasping, stumbled to his knees. "Save… me!" he choked out, clawing at the air as if trying to ward off an invisible attacker.

"My muscles… are useless!" Pierre wailed dramatically, crawling along the ground as though fleeing a battlefield.

Only Armand kept his composure, his cheeks reddening as he looked away, mortified by his friends' antics. "I… apologize on their behalf," he muttered, glancing at the others with an apologetic half-smile.

Adam gave him a sympathetic nod. Armand's patience, it seemed, was both admirable and well-practiced. The rest of the students offered murmurs of understanding, silently acknowledging what he must go through.

A sharp whistle broke through the groans and complaints, bringing them all back to attention. King Charming's gaze swept over the group as they straightened, waiting for his next words.

"Now," he began, "you're likely wondering why I brought you here." He gestured around them, drawing their attention to the thick, muddy swamp they had entered, the source of the foul stench now obvious.

"We're here to test your tracking skills. Somewhere in these murky waters, we may find signs of one of the swamp's most elusive and dangerous creatures: the Swamp Troll." At the name, a ripple of unease passed through the students. A few shivered, though a glint of excitement sparked in the eyes of the braver ones.

"So," he continued, pacing slowly as he looked over them, "how does one track a Swamp Troll? Any guesses?" He scanned the group, a spark of challenge in his eyes.

Finn raised his hand, his voice steady as he stepped forward. "You look for clues — bubbling pools, flattened brush, disturbed pathways. Anything that might show where the creature's been."

"A hexcellent answer, young Locksley," King Charming said approvingly. "Indeed, any unusual disturbances in the area can serve as clues to a Swamp Troll's whereabouts. Now, let's split into groups and see if we can find evidence of one nearby."

As the students organized into small teams, Adam found himself reluctantly paired with the Three Musketeers. Sighing, he reminded himself to focus and carefully navigated the terrain, mindful of the thick mud and treacherous puddles.

"Fret not, friend!" Théo announced with grandiosity, "for I shall lead us boldly in this noble task!" His words rang out confidently — just as his foot sank deep into a muddy bog. He struggled, arms flailing, trying in vain to pull himself free.

"No, I shall be the one to conquer this challenge!" Pierre proclaimed, attempting to jump over a patch of roots, only to trip and land face-first in a puddle of murky swamp water.

Adam exchanged a look with Armand, who wore a tired expression as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Seems like you've got your hands full," Adam muttered, managing a wry smile.

"Don't remind me," Armand replied, sighing. "They mean well, but it's… difficult to keep up appearances when these two bumbling idiots are constantly doing things like this."

Adam nodded, sympathizing. "I can see that."

The silence was broken by Théo's desperate voice calling out, "A little help would be greatly appreciated!" Adam and Armand shared a resigned look before moving to assist.

Grabbing Pierre's belt, Adam pulled him up from the muck, doing his best to avoid the murky water clinging to the boy's clothes. "Thanks, Sir Adam!" Pierre exclaimed with a dramatic bow. "Were it not for you, I might have met my end in this miserable bog!"

"Let's not exaggerate," Adam replied, suppressing a chuckle. "You just avoided a nasty bit of swamp bacteria, that's all."

"Nonsense!" Pierre puffed out his chest proudly. "If any germs dared follow me, I'd simply fight them off!" He flexed his biceps, beaming as if he'd just bested an entire army.

Adam gave him a deadpan look, stepping back to avoid any lingering mud. "You're not serious, are you?"

"Oh, I am seriously serious!" Pierre replied, grinning from ear to ear.

Adam turned away, stifling a groan. "I'll leave you to your… heroics, then," he muttered, shaking his head.

Beside him, Armand finally freed Théo's foot from the mud, though his footwear remained embedded in the bog. "My shoe!" Théo said, slightly grieving for the loss.

Armand inwardly groaned, glancing at Adam with a look of weariness. He let out a quiet sigh, "If only they'd stop long enough to think."

Adam chuckled, clapping a hand on Armand's shoulder. "You've got the patience of a saint," he said with a grin.

"Believe me, it's tested daily," Armand replied, casting a sideways glance at his muddied friends.

"I suggest you dry yourself off before you catch something, I'm gonna go see how the others are doing." Adam said to Pierre, slowly backing away.

"Haha! Preposterous, nothing can get past me because my reflexes are too quick!" Pierre continued to flex his bulging muscles which didn't impress anyone as Adam left his side.

Adam shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips as he left them behind, grateful for a moment's reprieve from the chaos.

Adam strolled over to where Eren and Finn were inspecting a fallen tree at the swamp's edge, its surface slick with algae. "Hey, you two. Found anything yet?" His voice broke the quiet as he approached, hands tucked casually in his pockets.

Eren looked up, brushing dirt from his hands as he stood. "Nothing so far," he admitted, a hint of frustration in his voice. "I didn't think tracking would be quite this challenging."

"It's to be expected, sire," Finn replied, straightening as well. "We're still getting used to Ever After's magic and mysteries. But I'm sure we'll catch up soon enough. Though," he added with a hint of sharpness, glancing at Adam, "some of us already seem leagues ahead."

Adam's brows lifted in surprise. "Me? I'm just like every other student here, same as you two," he replied, leaning back against a creaking tree trunk and folding his arms.

"Hardly." Finn's gaze held steady, his tone almost accusatory. "You're nothing like anyone else we've ever known."

A frown creased Adam's brow as he matched Finn's stare. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

Eren stepped in, his tone calm but edged with intrigue. "What Finn means is that you're… unique, Adam. You've been the topic of a lot of conversations these past few days. Stories of your feats — they're hard to believe, but they keep coming."

Adam shifted, uncomfortable under their watchful eyes. "Look, I'm just a guy trying to get by in a world full of people who can do amazing things. This place is magical enough on its own; I don't know what all the fuss is about."

But Eren only smiled faintly, shaking his head. "You may see yourself as ordinary, but the stories say otherwise. You arrived here out of nowhere, yet you've already managed to stir things up in ways no one expected. It's… unsettling."

Adam cleared his throat, feeling the weight of their stares. "You're giving me way too much credit," he said, forcing a chuckle. "This world has all sorts of heroes and legends. I'm hardly in the same league as them."

Eren's gaze softened, but curiosity lingered in his eyes. "Perhaps. But there's something about you that… draws people in. I apologize if I've overstepped. I just find it hard to ignore."

Adam exhaled, his stance relaxing, though a wary look remained. "I get it, Eren. Curiosity's natural — especially in a place like this." He could see the relief settle over Eren's face, but Finn's intense gaze hadn't wavered.

"But," Adam continued, stepping forward as his tone grew firm, "there are limits. Not every mystery is worth unraveling, and some lines shouldn't be crossed." He let his words hang, taking another step closer until he towered over both of them, his shadow cast wide against the ground. Though he meant no harm, his presence alone seemed to press down on them, and Eren and Finn felt a rare helplessness in his presence.

"Knowledge is power," he added quietly, "but too much knowledge… Well, let's just say ignorance is truly bliss." With that, he turned his back to them, striding off toward another group, one that might let him keep his secrets in peace.

Eren and Finn stood in silence, finally exhaling now that Adam was gone. Both felt the tension lift, but Eren's eyes lingered on Adam's retreating figure, his pulse still racing.

"Did you feel it too, Finn?" Eren asked his closest friend.

"Yes, I did, your grace." Finn said, feeling his muscles tense after their harrowing encounter with Adam.

"Adam is truly living up to the pedestal the rumors have placed him on. I have no intentions on getting on his bad side, so I suggest we keep our distance… for now." Eren forced a smile, his cheeks flushed, though his fingers trembled slightly as he returned to the task at hand.

Finn glanced at Eren with a dubious look, disbelief spreading across his face as his eye further narrowed towards Adam before ultimately following the young master's lead. Trying to rid their minds off things yet their thoughts kept drifting back towards Adam and the differing emotions he had stirred inside them both.

Hopper and Leon were crouched low, inspecting a Devil's-bit flower with focused determination, each trying to find some sign of the elusive Swamp Troll. They jotted down notes, pointing out anything unusual in the dense forest around them, their concentration absolute — until Adam popped up between them with a bright, "Sup, fellas!"

"AHHH!" they screamed in unison. Hopper's nerves got the best of him, and with a flash of green, he morphed into his frog form, while Leon ducked to the ground, hands over his head, as if a beast had descended upon them.

Adam burst out laughing, though he quickly caught himself, seeing their terrified faces. "Whoa, sorry, guys! Didn't mean to scare you that bad," he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

Recovering slowly, Hopper blinked his large eyes up at him. "Ah… Adam. Just… try not to do that. We aren't known for being, well, the bravest souls around," he croaked, trying to regain his composure.

"My bad, really. I was just checking in to see how you were doing on the assignment."

"We're doing just fine," Hopper reassured him, a nervous smile tugging at his frog lips. "Right, Leon?" Hopper looked over to Leon, who was cautiously lifting his head.

"Y-Yeah, we're all good here." Leon's voice was shaky, and his words barely escaped his lips when a soft rustling from a nearby bush startled him. He ducked again, quickly darting behind Adam for protection — only to realize who he'd taken cover behind. Blushing, he scrambled away again, looking for a sturdier refuge.

Adam watched the scene with a mix of amusement and pity, shaking his head at Leon's reaction to every little sound. "Hey, you alright, man?" he asked, eyeing the quivering lion, who was now crouched behind a wildflower far too small to shield him.

Leon managed to peek out from behind the delicate flower. "Uh… I… yeah, I'm fine. Just… you know… keeping alert." His strained smile was anything but convincing.

Adam folded his arms, an exasperated expression crossing his face. "Leon, get a grip! You're acting like a mouse in a lion's den."

"Mouse?!" At the word, Leon froze in terror, his eyes wide before he bolted — then immediately doubled back, leaping straight into Adam's arms.

Adam sighed, catching him but rolling his eyes. "Come on, Leon! You're a big guy — what's got you so jumpy?"

Leon hesitated, swallowing his nerves before leaning in close to whisper. "Promise not to laugh?"

Adam gave him a curious look. "Sure," he replied, leaning closer.

In a hushed tone, Leon whispered, "I'm… deathly afraid of mice." His voice was barely audible, and his face flushed with shame as Adam's expression went blank, clearly unimpressed.

Adam blinked, feeling the urge to laugh rise but held it back, seeing how serious Leon was. "You… don't say," he replied dryly.

"It's true!" Leon hunched his shoulders, fiddling with his fingers like a scolded child. "I've been terrified of them ever since I was a kid. Every time I try to remember why, my mind just goes blank, like something's blocking the memory." He swallowed, his face tense with the frustration of his own fear.

Adam regarded him thoughtfully. "Have you ever tried to face it?"

"Plenty of times! But the second I see one — even if I just hear the word — I lose it completely." He ran a hand through his thick, lion-like mane, trying to steady his breathing, but his hands still trembled.

Adam took a breath, looking at Leon thoughtfully. "Look, I know it's hard. Facing your fears isn't easy, and sometimes it feels impossible. But if you let fear control your life, you'll never get the chance to be the person you want to be." He placed a hand on Leon's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Leon looked up at Adam, a spark of courage flickering in his eyes. "You… you think I could ever get past it?"

Adam nodded. "Absolutely. And it starts by realizing that fear isn't something to be ashamed of. Fear keeps us sharp, keeps us alive. But it doesn't have to control us." He looked down at Leon, his own expression growing serious. "Take me, for instance — do you think I was always this fearless?" Adam gestured to himself, a wry grin on his face.

Leon and Hopper exchanged glances before answering in unison. "Yes."

Adam chuckled, glancing away. Even the forest seemed to hum with agreement, whispering through the rustling leaves. "Well, I wasn't," he admitted, looking back at them. "Once, I was afraid of just about everything."

"Really?" Leon's voice held a note of wonder.

"Yeah," Adam chuckled, glancing at the ground. "I might seem fearless now, but I was once just as scared of the world as anyone else. Back in the early days, everything was new — unpredictable, even dangerous. I was afraid of getting lost, of trying things I didn't understand. I was afraid of anything that might hurt me or the people I cared about." His voice softened, as memories he usually kept buried began to surface.

"But those fears taught me something." He looked up, his eyes carrying the weight of years and hard-won courage. "Every time I pushed through, every time I took one step forward, it got a little easier. I learned to keep going, even when things seemed impossible. It was never about erasing fear — it was about not letting it keep me from what mattered."

Leon and Hopper both stared, captivated by Adam's story. They'd never imagined that someone as confident as him had once struggled in the same way. "So… you're saying fear is okay? As long as we don't let it hold us back?" Leon asked quietly.

Adam nodded, his gaze steady. "Exactly. There's no shame in being afraid. What matters is that you don't let it stop you. Keep pushing, keep trying. Someday, it'll feel like just another part of you, instead of the thing that holds you back."

Leon felt something shift within him, as if a weight he hadn't fully understood was beginning to lift. The dread that had always loomed over him seemed smaller, quieter. He wasn't entirely free of it, but he felt a strange, newfound resolve — a determination to face it, even if only a little at a time.

Leon's voice was choked with gratitude. "Adam, I… I don't even know how to thank you."

Adam offered a warm, understanding smile. "Save it for later, alright? Tell me when you're standing face-to-face with that fear and ready to let it know who's boss." He gave Leon a quick wink, then straightened up and started making his way to another group.

Leon watched him walk away, his heart lightening as if it had been unburdened. He took a steadying breath, his thoughts clearer and more determined than they'd been in a long time. He might still have a way to go, but he felt that he was ready to face his fears again.

Hopper smiled, watching his friend with pride. "Adam sure has a way with words, doesn't he? What a guy."

Leon nodded, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. He didn't have all the answers, but he knew that he wasn't alone. "Yeah. What a guy," he echoed softly, feeling hope ignite in his heart as he turned back to their task,

Adam strode steadily toward the last group of students, composed of Dexter, Daring, and Hunter. As he approached, he observed the younger Charming sibling scanning the ground for clues, clearly the only one taking the task seriously. Meanwhile, Daring was preening himself in a hand mirror he had apparently brought along for the occasion, and Hunter stood off to the side, his brow furrowed in a conflicted expression, his mind clearly elsewhere.

Before Adam could close the distance, a loud, resounding twang sliced through the air, followed by the sharp thud of an arrow striking a decaying tree right where King Charming was carelessly lofting about. Adam's heart raced as he watched their Professor retrieve the projectile, a parchment curled tightly along its shaft. He unfurled the note, scanning its contents with an air of mild concern.

"Oh, I nearly forgot," he said, a hint of distraction in his voice. Raising his whistle to his lips, he blew a sharp, piercing note that commanded everyone's attention. "Gather around, students! I neglected to remind you of a scheduled joint activity with Madame Marian this morning. She needs brave princes and gallant heroes to assist with her Damsel-in-Distressing class." His voice rang out, pulling the students into a huddle, their faces a mix of curiosity and trepidation.

"Please form a straight line while I transport you all to the meadow where the hexcercise will be held." KingCharming pulled out his MirrorPhone and activated the Translocation App, his eyes locking onto Adam, the closest student.

"I'll meet you all there shortly. Just wait for further instructions once you arrive," he instructed, a playful glint in his eye before he initiated the app. Adam felt a familiar sensation of his body dematerializing, a whirlwind of colors swirling around him before he suddenly landed on his feet in a lush, open meadow.

"Whew! I'm never going to get used to that," he exhaled, twisting his joints and shaking off the lingering lightness that clung to him from the transportation. Just as he took a breath, a blur of motion above him caught his attention.

"Ahhh!" Hopper manifested right above him, and Adam instinctively caught him in his arms. "What the—?" But there was no time for questions, as Dexter followed suit, appearing unceremoniously above him.

"What's going on?!" he exclaimed, barely registering his surroundings before Leo, Hunter, and Daring tumbled in right after, Adam catching each one with surprising ease even as his arms began to strain under the weight.

Eren and Finn landed safely on their feet as they were transported, but the chaotic momentum continued as the Sons of the Three Musketeers joined the pile in Adam's arms. In a moment of desperation, he had no choice but to unceremoniously dump his classmates onto the ground in a heap of tangled limbs and groans.

As they pulled themselves off the ground, a chorus of groans mixed with laughter filled the air, each student trying to straighten their disheveled appearances. The group stood in a daze, a blend of bewilderment and anticipation shimmering in their eyes as they took in their surroundings.

Before them lay a meticulously arranged training ground, where multiple glass spires soared into the sky, each at least four stories high. The layout was playful, filled with whimsical traps, fake hazards, and faux villains scattered along the path leading to the towering structures. Suddenly, a maiden in a stunning blue gown approached the startled boys, her presence radiating authority and warmth.

"How wonderful to have you all here this morning! I suppose Professor Charming has already hexplained why you boys are here?" she greeted, her voice melodic, yet commanding. The students nodded in varying degrees of understanding and apprehension; some merely shrugged in response.

The woman's attire was captivating — a shimmering blue satin dress that caught the light with every movement, complemented by a delicate hat adorned with blue netting and a veil that partly obscured her face. Her sleeves flowed like water, a translucent blue that accentuated the feathery embellishments in deep blue and ocean green adorning her top. The layers of her skirt, a lighter blue on top, revealed hints of ocean green floral embroidery beneath. Yet, the hem was frayed and worn, giving a sense of both elegance and weariness. On her feet were ornate brown shoes embellished with blue feathers at the back and striking red heels. Her long, curly hair, the color of deep velvet red, cascaded down her back, framing her fair skin and piercing green eyes.

"He mentioned something about a joint activity? That we were called to help with your class?" Dexter ventured, breaking the momentary silence as the maiden nodded cheerfully.

"Yes! I needed some brave heroes to help rescue my students — my damsels — trapped in those towers just beyond the meadow," she explained, pointing toward the shimmering glass structures that stretched toward the heavens.

"Correct, Madame Marian!" A booming voice echoed across the field, carried by a gust of wind. The students gasped as a massive entity slowly descended from the sky. Adam's breath caught in his throat as he beheld a sight that would be forever etched in his memory — a majestic dragon, majestic and awe-inspiring, hovering above them. Each flap of its broad wings stirred the very winds, and its thunderous roar reverberated across the landscape.

The dragon was a mystical vision, sleek and graceful, its deep purple scales glimmering with lavender and teal highlights. Its body was slender and regal, featuring a long neck and sinuous tail, with segmented scales along its underbelly that served both protection and beauty. The wings, enormous and majestic, displayed a gradient from purple to green at the edges, with translucent membranes that shimmered ethereally in the sunlight.

Its face was expressive, with fierce red eyes that seemed to burn with ancient wisdom, delicate frills resembling fins, and two elegantly curved horns that added to its dignified allure. Ornate, rune-like patterns adorned its chest, hinting at a deep connection to ancient magic and power. Sharp spines lined its back, contributing to an air of nobility and mystery, as though this creature were a guardian of a sacred realm.

The students stood transfixed in wonder and amazement, their hearts racing as the dragon landed gracefully in the clearing, King Charming atop its back, the embodiment of charisma and control. He dismounted with a flourish, caressing the dragon's snout before turning to face his captivated students.

"Class, today you shall practice the noble art of saving the damsels in distress! And I brought Legend here to assist us in this hexcercise," King Charming proclaimed, his tone blending excitement with authority as he affectionately patted the dragon, which responded with a low, resonating hum.

"I'm surprised you managed to bring in the Dragon of Withering Heights. Isn't it dangerous for such a creature to be among our students, especially with its breeding season so close?" Maid Marian inquired, concern etched into her features.

"Not to worry, Madame Marian. I intend to keep Legend here under control," he assured her, his confidence palpable. "For now, why don't you hexplain to my class how they should go about rescuing our fair damsels?"

Maid Marian sighed, her worries still apparent, yet she nodded, turning her gaze to the class of eager young heroes. "Very well. As your Professor stated, how does one save a damsel in distress?"

The class exchanged uncertain glances, many unsure of how to respond. Daring, however, didn't hesitate; he raised his hand, a cocky smile plastered on his face. "It's easy! The trick is to save them as quickly as possible and look good while doing it," he declared, flashing a grin and a wink, his tone dripping with confidence.

King Charming chuckled lightly, clearly amused, while Maid Marian shook her head. "While that's a commendable answer," she began, and Daring puffed up with pride, "there's so much more to rescuing a damsel. Anyone else?"

Eren stepped forward, his demeanor serious. "A hero must also be cautious about their own safety when rescuing someone else. How can they save the day if they can't even save themselves?" he articulated, the weight of his words resonating in the air.

Maid Marian smiled appreciatively at his response. "Another good answer, but it still lacks something essential for a successful rescue."

Adam, lost in thought, suddenly found the words slipping from his lips before he could fully process them. "You shouldn't only look out for your own safety; you must also consider the one you're trying to save." His voice was quiet but audible enough for everyone to hear.

"It's good to be careful, to be cautious, and yes, watching out for yourself is vital," he continued, his focus drifting inward, the world around him fading away momentarily. "But being too careful has its consequences, particularly when it comes to time."

"Be hasty, and you'll suffer. But take too long, and the damsel will pay the price," he added, his expression conflicted. "The most crucial part of rescuing someone is ensuring they don't lose hope. They need to feel safe, to witness their hero brave the odds for their sake. It's not just about rescuing the damsel; it's about becoming a beacon of hope that others can rely on. Even a smile, brandished against all odds, can mean the world to someone who has lost theirs." He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle over the group, his eyes closing gently as he reflected on his own unspoken truths, almost as if he were reminding himself of a personal code — a reason to keep fighting.

A profound silence followed his words as the students took in what he'd said. Adam himself seemed almost surprised, as if he hadn't realized the weight of his own words until they'd settled into the air around them. Slowly, he glanced up, noticing the astonished faces of his classmates, their expressions softened with awe.

Maid Marian's face lit with a soft smile, her eyes shining with respect. "Beautifully said, Adam. True heroism is not just strength — it's compassion, it's resilience, and it's the willingness to be the light for someone who has only known darkness."

King Charming looked at Adam with pride. "Remember this, all of you," he said, gesturing to the entire class. "A hero is more than a fighter; they are a beacon. They bring hope, and they inspire strength."

Adam shifted, feeling the weight of their gazes upon him, yet a quiet sense of fulfillment settled over him. He hadn't intended to reveal so much, but the newfound respect in their eyes made him feel he had said what was right, even though he never intended to.

"Alright, everyone," King Charming began, raising his voice just enough to cut through the excited murmurs, "it's time to proceed with our grand activity." He pulled a small, timeworn wooden chest from behind him, cradling it like a treasure as the students gathered closer, their eyes fixed on the chest with eager anticipation.

Maid Marian smiled, adding in her own lively tone, "Yes, it seems I have quite an abundance of princesses in my class this year. So many, in fact, that I had to place two in each tower! Can you imagine?" She gave an exaggerated sigh, though, her eyes twinkled with mischief, drawing a few knowing laughs.

King Charming nodded, catching onto the playful mood. "And the same goes for my class of princes and aspiring heroes. With so many young champions, we decided you'll have to partner up to rescue these damsels in distress. You'll be working together, but make no mistake — you'll each be graded individually on how well you overcome the challenges and prove your courage. Each team will have its own path to reach a tower, but each hero must ultimately succeed in rescuing one damsel."

He gave the chest a good shake, and the sound of folded parchments rustling inside caught the students' curiosity. "Now, step forward one by one to draw a parchment and discover who your partner will be," he instructed. "Once paired, Madame Marian and I will assign you to a tower."

The students approached in turn, drawing their parchments with eager, nervous hands, unrolling them carefully to find a number inked on each. The courtyard was soon filled with excited chatter as they searched for their partners.

"Please find your classmate with the matching number," Maid Marian reminded them, her warm voice guiding them through the process. Adam glanced down at his own parchment and saw the number one. He looked up, scanning the crowd as his classmates began pairing off. His heart lightened a bit when he spotted Hopper and Leon together — thankfully, they were good friends. Dexter and Hunter had also been paired, which seemed to suit them well.

Eren and Finn stood side by side, exchanging curious glances at the unusual matchups forming around them. But just as Adam thought things were settling, a stir erupted from across the field. The Sons of the Three Musketeers were holding up their parchments, looking both puzzled and amused. To everyone's surprise, Théo, Pierre, and Armand each held up slips with the same digit inscribed.

"Um, hexcuse me, Madame Marian, Professor Charming?" Théo called, his paper held aloft. "We all have the same number. Was there some kind of mistake?"

King Charming shook his head, smiling at the young musketeers. "No mistake, young Musketeers," he assured, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "One of the princesses, shall we say, didn't fancy sharing a tower. So we had to make a few adjustments. As a result, there are three ladies in one of the towers. You three will climb the sixth tower as a team, while only one of you brave souls will face the fifth tower by yourself."

From the back of the group, Nate raised his hand, holding up a slip bearing the number five. His face looked ashen at the thought of climbing a tower on his own. "So… I'm going in alone?" he muttered.

King Charming patted him on the shoulder reassuringly. "Precisely, young Nathan. But if you can handle swarms of rats, I'm sure you'll handle one lone princess."

Nate exhaled a resigned, "Yippee," though the smile he forced looked more like a grimace.

As the last pairs solidified, Adam felt a twist in his stomach. He glanced around and saw, with a sinking feeling, that only one person was left, who strolled up to him with a cocky smile.

Daring Charming — every inch the embodiment of his family's legacy, a practiced smile on his face and a glint in his eye. "Ah, it appears we're the last two," Daring announced with his usual grandeur, strolling up to Adam with the air of someone meeting his adoring fans. "What a twist of fate, wouldn't you say, my good fellow?"

Adam's stomach twisted. Of all people, why him? He didn't loathe Daring exactly, but he couldn't stand the young prince's arrogance, his constant need to prove himself better than everyone else. Just being around him felt like enduring a peacock preening and flaunting itself for attention.

Just get through it, he thought. Just get through it without letting him distract you.

"Just try not to slow me down," Adam muttered, hoping to get through the task without too much drama.

Daring chuckled, as if Adam's words were merely a humorous quip. "Oh, I think you're confused," he replied, his voice dripping with mockery. "If anyone's going to be slowing us down, it's you."

Adam narrowed his eyes, his tone sharp. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Daring leaned in, his voice low but clear, every word a taunt. "I mean hexactly what I said, Adam." He emphasized the name with condescension, tapping a finger against Adam's chest, each tap an insult. "You don't belong here."

Adam felt his pulse quicken, a slow burn of anger rising inside him. "Care to repeat that?" he challenged, his voice a dangerous whisper.

Daring didn't back down. If anything, his grin widened. "You heard me right the first time," he said, his tone flippant, almost dismissive. "You. Don't. Belong." His shoulder brushed against Adam's as he pushed past, his departure as much of a statement as his words.

Adam clenched his fists, his jaw set, teeth grinding in barely restrained anger. For a moment, the fire roared up inside him, and he wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug grin off Daring's face. He took a long breath, forcing himself to release the tension building in his shoulders and his hands. He wouldn't let someone like Daring get the better of him.

With a controlled, steady voice, he muttered under his breath, "You have no idea who you're dealing with, bub."

Daring glanced back over his shoulder, the glimmer of amusement still in his eyes. "And what hexactly are you going to do about it?" His tone was all bravado.

"Everything I can," Adam replied, his words filled with a fierce determination that seemed to catch Daring off guard.

A faint shadow crossed Daring's face, but he quickly covered it with another smirk. "We shall see, Adam. One way or another, we shall see. Just know that Ever After isn't big enough for the both of us."

But before Adam could reply, King Charming's whistle cut through the air, a sharp reminder that they weren't alone in their standoff. "Alright, students, time to line up along your routes! Stand beside your partner and prepare for the adventure that awaits."

Maid Marian nodded beside him. "Each of you has a path to follow, a tower to reach, and a princess — or perhaps two — waiting to be saved. Now, stand at your designated spots!"

Adam took a deep breath, forcing himself to release the tension in his shoulders. He would have to save this battle with Daring for another day; right now, his focus had to be on the task ahead.

King Charming began listing the pairs, each assignment drawing gasps of anticipation. "For our first pair, Adam and Daring, you'll be rescuing Apple White and Briar Beauty."

Adam's heart jumped at the mention of Apple White. He'd heard tales of her beauty and kindness, but he had never actually met her. The thought of finally seeing her — meeting her face-to-face — filled him with a strange, bittersweet excitement.

"For our second pair," King Charming continued, "Dexter and Hunter, you'll be saving Duchess Swan and Ashlynn Ella." Dexter and Hunter gave each other a look of resolve.

"Pair three, Hopper and Leon — your task is to rescue Holly O'Hair and Lizzie Hearts." The two friends gulped, glancing at each other before sharing a nod of determination.

"Pair four — Eren and Finn — your mission is to rescue Darling Charming, sister of Daring and Dexter, and Rosabella Beauty." Eren and Finn straightened, their postures steeling for the challenge ahead.

Maid Marian turned her gaze to Nate, whose face had turned a shade paler. "And you, Nathan, will brave the fifth tower alone to save Princess Catherine Purse. Just a word of caution — she has been known to hiss at strangers."

Nate swallowed hard. "Duly noted," he mumbled.

Finally, Maid Marian's gaze settled on the three Musketeers. "You three brave gentlemen will tackle the sixth tower to rescue Linda Lindorm, Whitney Queen, and Péonie Pea." Théo and Pierre exchanged excited glances, almost giddy at the challenge, while Armand heaved an exasperated sigh, clearly less than thrilled by his comrades' eagerness.

King Charming's gaze swept over the assembled pairs, his expression both serious and encouraging. "Remember, this hexercise is not just about reaching the damsel in the tower. True heroism lies in your courage, your ingenuity, and your resolve to be a beacon of hope. Be mindful of each step and each choice, for they will all matter."

Maid Marian stepped forward, addressing the class with a hint of anticipation in her voice. "To ensure a fair chance for each of you, we'll draw lots to determine the order of participants." Removing her hat, she revealed a collection of folded pieces of parchment, each marked with a number. King Charming reached in, plucking out one and unfolding it with a slight flourish.

"Number five!" he announced, a smile tugging at his lips. "Looks like our first hero is… Mister Nutcracker. Best of luck to you, young prince." His words were meant to encourage, but Nate's shoulders already slumped in dismay.

"Oh, bother…" Nate muttered, trudging reluctantly to the starting line, his face a mixture of resignation and dread.

The setup seemed straightforward enough, a path winding toward the distant glass towers. But a new arrival shattered any notion of simplicity. "Ah, Madame Yaga, you've arrived!" King Charming exclaimed as a figure emerged from the shadows — a haggard, hunched figure cloaked in dark robes, her piercing eyes gleaming from beneath her hood. The students recoiled at the sight of Baba Yaga, the infamous Mistress of the Dark Arts.

"Class, please welcome one of Ever After High's most distinguished Professors," King Charming announced, his voice carrying a hint of forced cheer. "Most of you are familiar with her reputation, so I'll spare you the introductions. Madame Yaga is here to add… assistance to today's activity."

Baba Yaga's lips twisted in a smirk as she eyed the students with a sinister glint. "Let's get this over with," she muttered, cracking her knobby fingers as a faint aura of dark magic rippled off her form. "I was quite busy catching up with a certain friend of mine in the swamp near here. And do be warned," she sneered, "my eyesight isn't what it used to be, so if any of you stray too close, I can't promise you won't end up as a warty toad."

Hopper, about to protest the comment, fell silent, watching in apprehension as dark tendrils of magic began to pulse from her fingertips, transforming the meadow around them. Where there had been lush greenery moments before, the grass withered into brittle, gray shards, and the sky darkened into an ominous shade, heavy with rolling clouds. Brambles sprouted from the ground, twisting into thorny barricades, while the once-charming path elongated, stretching into a nightmare landscape. What had been harmless practice props morphed into menacing hazards — sharp spikes gleaming in the gloom, shadowy figures flickering along the path, and vile minions springing up, cackling wickedly.

"You've got to be kidding me," Nate groaned, eyeing the transformed path with a mixture of frustration and despair.

Baba Yaga let out a delighted cackle, savoring the students' horrified expressions. King Charming and Maid Marian exchanged a glance of unease.

"Madame Yaga," King Charming began, carefully, "we're grateful for your help, but don't you think this might be a bit… hexcessive?"

"Overkill?" Maid Marian suggested, her brows arched as she watched the sinister magic warping the meadow.

"Nonsense," Baba Yaga replied dismissively, waving a gnarled hand. "How can these children become true heroes if they waste their time dilly-dallying on dummies and fake traps? A real challenge builds real strength. This way, they can test their bravery — and perhaps discover their limits." Her eyes gleamed as she muttered, "Nothing wrong with killing two birds with one stone."

King Charming still looked hesitant, but he sighed, nodding reluctantly. "I trust you have measures in place to ensure their safety if things get… out of hand?"

"Oh, naturally," she replied, her voice dripping with amusement. "As long as they're wise enough not to be foolish." Her smirk deepened, and Nate visibly blanched.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Nate shouted, his voice tinged with panic.

"On your marks," King Charming said, ignoring Nate's protests as he raised his whistle.

"Wait, wait! I'm not ready!" Nate cried, his gaze darting desperately from the grim path to his unyielding professor.

"Get set." King Charming's hand lifted, preparing to signal the start.

"Hold on a second!" Nate protested, nearly tripping over himself as he tried to back away.

"Go!" The piercing sound of the whistle broke through the air, propelling Nate forward in a burst of instinctive panic. With a helpless yell, he stumbled down the path, his cries growing fainter as he disappeared into the twisted course.

"I'd watch my step if I were you!" Baba Yaga called after him, her voice thick with amusement.

"What did you say?" Nate twisted around to look back, only to trip over his own feet and fall face-first into the wet, sticky mud that lined the trail. The bog-like ground clung to him, slowing his every movement as he struggled to pull himself up, mud coating his clothes and weighing down his limbs.

Groaning, Nate clawed his way out of the muck, trying to shake off the slimy grime. Just as he steadied himself, he lost his footing again, this time tumbling down a hidden slope that ended in a patch of thorny bushes. He landed with a loud, pained yelp, the observers cringing as he fought his way out, his clothes now tattered and scratched from the unforgiving thorns.

From somewhere behind him, faint but encouraging shouts reached his ears. "You've got this, Nate! Keep going!" His classmates' cheers bolstered his spirit, giving him the courage to stagger back to his feet, his steps quickening as he forced himself forward.

The path ahead was cloaked in a thick, unnatural darkness. With his vision obscured, Nate had no choice but to rely on his other senses, feeling his way through the shadows. He steadied his breathing, focusing on each step, when he collided with something unexpectedly warm and solid.

"Huh? What's this?" he muttered, his hands brushing over an unyielding surface. Just as he tried to make sense of it, a blast of hot breath hit him, and a low growl rumbled above him. Realization dawned, horror spreading across his face.

"Oh splinters…" he whispered, frozen in place as the creature unleashed an ear-splitting roar that shattered the darkness, followed by his own piercing scream echoing back to the waiting students.

The class gasped as Nate's scream reached them, sending a shiver through the group. King Charming sighed, shaking his head with a resigned expression. "I believe young Nathan has… failed to complete the rescue."

"Madame Yaga, if you would, please retrieve our brave Nutcracker before any further harm befalls him," King Charming instructed.

With a dark gleam in her eyes, Baba Yaga nodded, her hands glowing with ominous purple light. In an instant, a bruised, singed, and utterly defeated Nate appeared at her feet, his clothes shredded and his wooden limbs marred by claw marks. His face was a mix of relief and shock as he realized he'd been spared from further torment.

Before anyone could question the horror he'd just endured, King Charming drew another lot, unfolding it with a glance. "Number three: Hopper and Leon, you're up."

A synchronized gulp escaped the two friends as they stumbled forward, dragging their feet to the starting line. Adam watched them with a mixture of sympathy and dread. "It was nice knowing you guys," he murmured under his breath.

At the sound of the whistle, Hopper reflexively transformed into his frog form, and Leon yelped, bolting to hide behind Adam before anyone could stop him. The spectacle of their panicked retreat drew sighs from King Charming and Maid Marian, while Baba Yaga clicked her tongue, unimpressed with the lack of screaming.

"Well, I suppose that concludes Hopper and Leon's attempt," King Charming announced, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "A valiant effort nonetheless."

Shoulders slumped, Hopper and Leon slinked back to join Nate, who wore an expression of hollow understanding. One by one, the students were beginning to grasp just how challenging — and merciless — today's exercise would truly be.

King Charming reached into the hat once more, pulling out another slip of parchment. "Number six!" he announced.

At the sound of their number, the Sons of the Three Musketeers sprang to their feet with uncontainable excitement. "Huzzah! It's our time to shine, men!" Théo proclaimed, puffing out his chest with pride as Pierre struck a pose, flexing his biceps for all to see.

"Oh yeah, time to put these muscles to work!" Pierre declared, holding his pose as if he were on stage. His display earned more eye rolls than admiration, though his brothers-in-arms were undeterred.

Armand let out a long-suffering sigh, his palm meeting his forehead as he reluctantly joined his overzealous companions. "Ready, gents?" King Charming asked, eyeing them with a bemused smile.

The trio nodded resolutely, their faces determined. The whistle's sharp chirp rang out, and the Musketeers charged forward with a burst of energy, breaking into a sprint down the twisted path. Théo led the way, though his enthusiasm got the better of him, as his foot quickly found itself lodged in a muddy patch.

"Not again!" he groaned, yanking his foot free — only to lose a shoe in the process. "My other shoe!" he cried in dismay, glancing back.

"Leave it!" Armand called, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him along. Meanwhile, Pierre barreled ahead with all the finesse of a runaway boulder, his eyes fixed forward as he careened down the slope — only to tumble directly into a prickly bush with a loud crash.

Théo and Armand managed to navigate around the brambles, exchanging exasperated glances as they waited for Pierre to extract himself. When he finally emerged, his face was smeared with scratches and his clothing thoroughly disheveled. Just as he was catching up, a breeze blew through, and he shivered.

"Does anyone else feel a draft?" Pierre asked, a confused expression crossing his face. Théo and Armand exchanged horrified looks as they realized what had happened. Both of them quickly turned away, their faces flushing with embarrassment.

"What's the matter?" Pierre asked, following their gaze downward. His eyes widened. "My belt's missing!"

"Forget about your belt, Pierre — where are your pants?!" Théo hissed, gesturing in dismay.

Pierre looked down, blinking in realization as he stood in nothing but his undergarments. "Who cares about pants? I need my belt!" he replied, utterly undaunted, as Armand massaged his temples in exasperation.

"Focus, brothers! We'll worry about the belt later. Let's get through this challenge first," Armand said, the frustration clear in his voice as he struggled to keep his patience. He was beginning to question his life choices with each passing second.

Finally, with a reluctant promise to help Pierre find his lost belt, they pressed forward, venturing into the part of the course cloaked in darkness. The air grew colder, and shadows seemed to thicken around them, forcing each step to be slow and deliberate.

"Stick close, comrades," Théo whispered, his eyes darting around warily. "The enemy could be lurking anywhere in this treacherous dark."

"I can almost feel it breathing down my neck," Pierre muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It's just me, you big oaf!" Armand grumbled from directly behind him, elbowing him lightly to keep moving. They shuffled forward, feeling their way through the dark.

"Do we even know where we're going?" Théo murmured, his voice tinged with doubt.

"I thought you were leading us!" Armand hissed, his irritation flaring in the stifling dark.

"How am I supposed to lead if I can't see a thing?" Théo shot back.

"Use your head for once, you—" Armand snapped, but Pierre suddenly shushed them.

"Quiet, brothers, do you hear that?" he whispered. They fell silent, straining to catch any sound in the oppressive stillness.

But the silence was broken seconds later by a loud, quick expulsion of gas, followed by a foul stench wafting in the air. "Gah!" "Augh!" Both Théo and Armand cringed in disgust as Pierre was laughing in the darkness.

"That was absolutely repulsive, you fool!" Théo scolded.

"How are you a son of a musketeer!?" Armand choked out, trying desperately to catch a whiff of fresh air.

Meanwhile, Pierre was having the time of his life as he snickered at his friends expense. "Methinks doth needs to acquire a sense of humor."

"You're the one that needs to grow up!" Théo chided the brawny member as they moved along, having made quite a distance through the shadows.

Minutes later, faint rays of light began to filter through the canopy above them, bringing an immense sense of relief. "We're almost through, brothers. Just a bit further," Théo said, his voice filled with anticipation.

But the relief was short-lived, as another horrid stench wafted through the air. Théo shot an accusatory glare in Pierre's direction. "Enough, Pierre! We don't need your antics slowing us down any longer."

"Au contraire, Mon Ami, this was not my doing." Pierre started, his voice genuinely defensive and eloquent, "And Armand? I would appreciate it if you stopped breathing down my neck, thank you."

"But, I'm not breathing down your neck." Armand's voice was tense as he answered.

Realization dawned on them all at once as a low, menacing growl rumbled from above. Their backs stiffened, fear freezing them in place as the growl grew louder, echoing through the trees. A chill ran down each of their spines as the reality of their predicament sank in.

"Théo?" Armand whispered, his voice barely holding back the terror.

"Y-Yes, my friend?" Théo's voice trembled.

"Is this… what despair feels like?" Armand's voice was resigned, and his whole body tensed in fear.

"Aye, comrade… that bitter taste is the flavor of defeat," Théo replied solemnly, removing his hat and pressing it to his chest, as if conceding to their fate.

"I honestly thought defeat would taste more bittersweet," Pierre mused, smacking his lips as if tasting the air, entirely oblivious to the gravity of the situation.

"I hate you so much," Armand managed through clenched teeth, just as a deafening roar shattered the silence around them. Without a second thought, the three scattered, running blindly as far as what the darkness would allow.

"Run, men! Run—Aaaaah!" Théo's scream rang through the darkness, before he was silenced completely.

"Théo!" Pierre shouted, about to turn back, but Armand grabbed his arm with a firm grip. "Don't be a fool! We have to escape while we still can!"

"But we need to go back and help him!" Pierre argued, his face filled with determination.

"We need to keep going!" Armand insisted, his voice was taut with urgency. "Don't let our noble leader's sacrifice be in vain. We need to continue onward so as not to bring shame upon our code of honor!"

Pierre shook his head, pulling free of Armand's grip. "Our code also states that no man shall be left behind, and I intend to uphold it!" The brawny musketeer let out a defiant battle cry, as he charged back into the darkness.

Armand let out an exasperated groan, muttering, "That imbecile." He took a hesitant step forward but paused, the words 'no man left behind' echoing in his mind. He heaved a resigned sigh, "I'm definitely going to regret this." He spun on his heels and followed after Pierre with renewed resolve.

Moments later, the darkness was shattered by a sudden blaze, flames bursting through the trees and illuminating the twisted path. The Musketeers reappeared, with Théo's unconscious form slung over Pierre and Armand's shoulders as they raced from the encroaching fire, their legs pounding desperately against the ground.

A final shockwave sent the trio tumbling forward, crashing into the ground in a heap. Smoke billowed from their scorched clothing, and their bodies ached with the strain of their ordeal. Every muscle protested, and their skin throbbed with a painful mix of bruises and burns.

As the world around them faded, they found themselves suddenly surrounded by a shimmering glow. Magical particles enveloped them, transporting them back to the starting point where their classmates looked on with wide-eyed concern.

They barely registered the concerned murmurs around them as King Charming's voice broke through the haze. "Are you boys alright?"

A pained groan came from the trio before Armand managed a weak response. "We'll live…"

"Good enough. The nurse is already on her way, so I suggest the three of you stay put." He leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Neither Maid Marian nor I are skilled in healing magic, and I wouldn't take my chances with one of Madame Yaga's spells if I were you."

At the mention of Baba Yaga, the three shuddered and gratefully remained where they lay.

"Nevertheless," King Charming said, his voice warming, "I am proud of you three. Despite the odds, you showed courage and unwavering loyalty to one another."

Maid Marian hurried over, her eyes filled with admiration. "Yes, you three displayed true bravery and dedication. You'll make fine musketeers one day," she said with a smile.

"Thank you, Madame Marian," the Musketeers replied in unison, their voices full of pride, even in their battered state.

"But," King Charming added, "you did fail to rescue the damsel, so unfortunately, you won't pass this trial. However, I'll grant you hextra points for teamwork."

It wasn't a victory, but it was something, and the Musketeers exchanged glances, grateful for any acknowledgment of their efforts.

Suddenly, Dexter's voice broke through. "Dad, this is insane! Since when did Legend get there, and is any of this even allowed?"

King Charming's gaze turned stern. "Dexter, during class hours, you will refer to me as 'Professor' or 'Sir,' is that understood?"

Dexter's face reddened, and he quickly nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Good." King Charming's voice softened as he continued. "As for the challenge, it was all approved by the Headmaster himself. I know it seems daunting, but that's the point. Heroism requires more than courage and good looks — it demands resilience, wisdom, and unyielding will. Remember, true strength comes from within."

Dexter took a steadying breath, nodding as his father's words sank in. "I understand, Professor."

"Hexcellent." King Charming held up the next slip of parchment. "And now, it's your turn, my son." He revealed the number in his hand: two.

Dexter's eyes widened, and he let out a groan. "Oh, gort…" He reluctantly joined Hunter at the starting line, steeling himself as he prepared for the harrowing challenge ahead.

With a sharp blow of the whistle, King Charming signaled the start of the challenge. Both Dexter and Hunter burst from the starting line, their expressions focused and determined. Hunter immediately took the lead, his stride steady and confident as he bounded over the mud pools and eased himself down a slippery slope, keeping his balance with practiced skill. Dexter, however, was another story entirely — panting heavily, stumbling as he fought to keep pace, his every movement filled with hesitation.

"Wait up!" Dexter gasped, stumbling through the mud and nearly losing his footing on the way downhill. Awkwardly, he navigated around the prickly brambles, each step a fight for balance. By the time he finally caught up with Hunter, the two stood before the next stage — an unexpected and daunting obstacle.

The forest ahead was no longer cloaked in shadow but instead transformed into a blazing inferno. Flames crackled wildly, licking up toward the sky, casting an ominous orange glow across the surroundings. In the center of the fiery chaos stood Legend, the dragon, her massive frame silhouetted against the fire, her crimson eyes glowing with a fierce, almost playful menace.

Dexter shot Hunter a look of sheer bewilderment. "So, uh… any ideas on how to get through this?" he asked, hoping for some glimmer of guidance.

Hunter's face mirrored Dexter's apprehension. "Honestly, I was hoping you had a plan." They both sighed, each feeling the weight of the impossible task ahead. The ancient dragon loomed before them, its fiery breath turning the forest to cinders, and neither of them knew how to confront it.

"Maybe we could just… go around?" Hunter suggested, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Dexter frowned, his tone cautious. "That might take too long — and I wouldn't put it past Madame Yaga to set another trap if we try to go off-course."

Hunter exhaled sharply. "Good point… So what then?"

Dexter hesitated, then gave a nervous shrug. "Maybe… maybe we just give up? There's always another chance, right?"

"No." Hunter's voice turned firm, almost harsh. ""I can't give up — not now. Not when she's waiting for me." His words held a determined edge that piqued Dexter's curiosity.

"Who's waiting for who?" Dexter asked, genuinely puzzled.

"No one. None of your business," Hunter snapped, a defensive edge to his voice. Dexter raised his hands in a calming gesture, hoping to defuse the sudden tension.

"Alright, alright, calm down," Dexter said, thinking quickly. "Wait a spell — maybe I could try talking to Legend?"

Hunter's expression transformed from wary to outright disbelief. "You can't be serious."

Dexter's voice softened, though a thread of excitement ran through it. "It sounds crazy, I know. But I've known Legend since I was a kid! We practically grew up together. I can get through to her, I'm sure of it. Just follow my lead — and whatever you do, don't make any sudden moves."

Hunter gave him a doubtful look, but reluctantly nodded. With a deep breath, Dexter stepped forward, inching his way into the blazing chaos with Hunter close behind, every step a test of nerve.

As they drew closer to Legend, the flames around them intensified, their heat nearly unbearable. The dragon, sensing their approach, let out a thunderous roar, the sound reverberating through the air and forcing both boys to shield their ears. Dexter clenched his fists, willing himself to stay calm despite the beast's imposing presence.

"Hey… Legend, remember me?" Dexter called out, his voice shaky but hopeful. "It's Dexter! Your old friend." He forced a smile, though every fiber of his being wanted to bolt. The dragon's fierce red eyes narrowed as she peered down at him, her gaze so penetrating that Dexter felt his knees weaken.

"I was, uh, wondering if you could let us pass?" Dexter's voice wavered as he took another tentative step forward, his smile strained.

In response, Legend let out a roar, spitting sparks and saliva in Dexter's direction. He gulped, trying to keep his forced smile intact. "I, uh, take that as a maybe?" His eyes darted nervously as he continued, "See, you're magnificent and all, and we're just… you know, small. Maybe you could let us slide by, just this once? Come on, throw a bone for your old pal, right"

Legend let out a low growl before coughing up a massive femur bone, which landed with a heavy thud right in front of Dexter. He stared at it, his face paling. "Ah, I can see that you've already eaten, which means you're probably not hungry anymore, right?"

The dragon's growl deepened, her head inching closer to Dexter, who instinctively backed away. "It's all cool! Everything's cool, me and my friend here mean no harm!" He glanced over his shoulder, hoping for some moral support. "Ain't that right, Hunter?" But he was met with silence.

"Hunter?" Dexter called out once more, his voice laced with panic. He scanned the inferno, only to spot Hunter sprinting away through the flames, leaving him to face the dragon alone. Dexter's heart dropped as he realized he'd been abandoned, his legs rooted in place as Legend's fiery gaze bore down on him.

"Ah… hex," he whispered, his voice barely audible as Legend's fiery breath surged toward him, engulfing his world in searing heat.

Meanwhile, Hunter was tearing through the forest, focused entirely on the path ahead. Guilt tugged at the back of his mind, but he dismissed it. I can't let anything hold me back, he told himself. Not now — not with so much at stake. After several moments, he reached the final obstacle, a deep, murky moat stretching between him and his goal. The water churned ominously, thick and uninviting, as storm clouds gathered overhead.

With a steadying breath, Hunter took a step back, then sprinted forward, diving into the water. He swam with all his strength, fighting against the fierce current that pulled at him from every direction. The waters were icy and dark, threatening to drag him down as his muscles strained with each stroke.

Just keep going, he chanted to himself. Don't look back, don't think — just keep swimming!

But his resolve began to waver as fatigue set in. His arms grew heavy, each stroke harder than the last, and the far shore seemed as distant as ever. Desperation crept into his mind, his breath quickening as he fought to stay afloat.

"Please… just a little more!" Hunter whispered to himself, pleading with whatever force might listen. But his strength was failing, and as his vision blurred, he felt his body beginning to sink. The cold, unforgiving water closed around him as a monstrous wave rose, crashing down with relentless force. Hunter's last thought was a flash of regret as he was swallowed by the dark, icy abyss.

When he could finally breathe, sputtering and gasping for air, he found himself lying on the ground, surrounded by his classmates, their faces a mixture of shock and disappointment. Standing over him were his professors, their expressions grimm.

"I hexpected more from you, Mister Huntsman," King Charming said, his voice low with disapproval.

Maid Marian crossed her arms, her tone equally discontented. "Not only did you abandon your partner to face the dragon alone, but you also recklessly plunged into those dangerous waters without a plan. That was neither brave nor honorable."

"That was more akin to being evil than heroic, splendid work." Baba Yaga said, which wasn't helping his case.

Hunter's face turned bright red, his gaze dropping to the ground. "You… you saw all of that?" he asked, barely able to meet their eyes.

"Every part, every second, and every choice, young man." King Charming's deep tone was enough to make Hunter wince. "We shall have a long discussion after this is all over, for now, join the others to the side. I will deal with you shortly."

Head bowed, Hunter trudged over to the sidelines, feeling the weight of his failure settling on was exhausted, the water weighing him down as his hair was drenched and dripped with droplets that seemed to reflect the dread he held within. His heart sank further as he caught sight of Dexter, standing nearby with his arms crossed, his face a mask of frustration and hurt. Dexter's clothes were scorched in places, and his hair was singed, a single wisp still faintly smoking.

Hunter felt a pang of guilt as he looked at Dexter's charred appearance, the evidence of his own betrayal still visible. Tentatively, he reached out, pinching the smoldering strand of hair to extinguish it, hoping to break the tension.

He was about to say something, trying to alleviate the rising tension but Dexter cut him off, "Don't. Just… don't." He said with finality, therefore ending any further dialogue.

King Charming held up the next slip of parchment. "Moving on," he called, "Number four: Eren and Finn. You're up."

The two young heroes stepped forward, their expressions set with determination. A look of steely resolve passed between them, as if they had already decided that failure was not an option. As King Charming blew the whistle, they sprang forward from the line, sprinting with a speed and intensity that left the other students in awe.

They quickly approached the mud pool — a hurdle they assumed would be easy to navigate — until the ground beneath them began to ripple and tremble. Their steps faltered, senses heightened, as the mud itself started to rise, shaping into strange, shifting humanoid forms.

"Ah, Mud Golems — simple, yet resilient adversaries," Baba Yaga commented, her eyes glowing with a mischievous purple light as she watched her magic take effect. A sly smile crept across her face as she observed the chaos unfolding.

"Hey! That's not fair! You didn't do that to the others," Hopper protested, his face filled with concern for his friends as the animated mud figures lurched toward Eren and Finn.

Baba Yaga turned her sinister gaze on him, her voice dripping with mockery. "What's fair is whatever I choose to make of it, slimy prince. If you have an issue with my methods, perhaps you'd like to discuss it at my hut later?" Her voice was honeyed with malice, and Hopper immediately shrank back, silencing himself as all eyes returned to the pair facing the golems.

Despite the muddy constructs looming over them, Eren and Finn remained calm, fending off each figure with calculated movements. They swung and jabbed, cutting down each golem with ease. But with every one that fell, two more rose in its place, their oozing forms relentless in their pursuit.

The two exchanged a silent look, a wordless agreement passing between them. They pressed forward, evading the endless swarm of golems with swift, agile steps, skirting through the slippery mud pool until they finally reached solid ground.

Their next obstacle was the steep slope, now covered in thorny brambles that had grown sharper and denser than ever. Eren and Finn took a brief moment to assess the slope, then, with a mutual nod, they moved in perfect unison, gliding down the hill with smooth precision, dodging sharp branches that jutted out from the undergrowth.

As they neared the bottom, Finn cupped his hands to give Eren a boost. Without missing a beat, Eren sprang into the air as Finn launched him upward, propelling him over the brambles with graceful ease. The crowd held their breath as Finn then drew his bow, nocking an arrow tied with rope, and aimed it at Eren. He released it, the arrow slicing through the air toward his airborne partner. Eren caught it deftly, holding tight to the rope as he reached the other side.

With a powerful tug, Eren anchored himself and pulled, lifting Finn clear off the ground and over the dangerous thicket. Finn soared through the air and landed with remarkable agility beside Eren, earning gasps and applause from their classmates.

Their focus shifted to the blazing inferno ahead, where Legend the dragon waited, her massive form towering above the trees. As they advanced, she let loose a burst of flame in their direction, the heat singeing the edges of their clothes. But neither of them wavered. They ducked and weaved, narrowly dodging each fiery wave as they advanced toward the dragon.

Eren drew his sword, steadying himself as he faced the beast head-on, eyes sharp with unwavering courage. Finn, meanwhile, maneuvered around the blazing trees, his every movement calculated and silent, hoping to stay out of Legend's line of sight.

The dragon, sensing the approaching threat, began clawing and slashing at the ground before her, forcing Eren to sidestep and deflect her blows with quick parries. Eren was in the thick of the chaos, the fire casting sharp shadows across his face, but he noticed a fleeting opening as Legend reared back to unleash another fiery breath.

"Finn — now!" he shouted.

"Yes, your grace!" Finn replied, emerging from behind the trees with a handful of ashes in hand. Before Legend could react, he threw the ashes directly into her eyes.

Legend let out a thunderous roar, rearing back in agony as she thrashed, her flames spraying wildly in every direction. With the dragon momentarily blinded, Eren and Finn seized the opportunity, darting through the flames toward the final obstacle.

They reached the edge of a murky moat, its waters churning with unseen dangers beneath the surface. The moat lay wide and foreboding between them and the finish line. There was no bridge, no stepping stones, and certainly no safe path across. Both Eren and Finn paused, their faces marked with uncertainty as they weighed their options.

They exchanged another glance, and without words, came to a mutual understanding. There was no way to cross safely. Any attempt to swim through would likely end in failure — or worse. With solemn expressions, they did the most sensible and logical thing that they could.

They surrendered. Raising their hands in withdrawal.

In an instant, magic transported them back to the starting point, where their classmates cheered and applauded despite the outcome. Their professors looked on, nodding with approval as Eren and Finn took a humble bow, acknowledging the cheers.

"A brilliant effort, you two," King Charming praised, his voice warm and approving. "Though you didn't manage to rescue your damsels, you've outperformed all the others so far."

Maid Marian beamed, clapping her hands together with delight. "I've never seen such teamwork! The way you two move together, like one mind and one heart — it's enough to make my own heart skip!"

Baba Yaga smirked, her eyes twinkling with a rare glimmer of approval. "Impressive work, especially for young 'uns such as yourselves. Well done."

Eren dipped his head respectfully. "Thank you, everyone. We did our best… but we still fell short." Finn nodded in agreement, his face thoughtful yet tinged with disappointment.

"True," King Charming replied, his tone both gentle and instructive. "A failure is still a failure, and this test was meant to challenge your limits. But I commend you for recognizing when to stop. Knowing one's limits and choosing caution over recklessness shows wisdom beyond your years." His gaze briefly flickered toward Hunter, who shifted uncomfortably, eyes downcast.

King Charming smiled as he continued. "For your quick thinking, teamwork, and strategic approach, you've both gained hextra points." Eren and Finn exchanged a small smile, grateful for the recognition, and bowed once more.

Though they hadn't completed the course, there was a certain satisfaction in their efforts, a feeling of growth and unity that no grade could measure. And as they rejoined their classmates, their spirits felt lighter, their resolve strengthened for whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Now then, we shall move on to our last pairing: Adam and Daring. Take your places, young heroes," King Charming announced, his voice carrying a note of expectation. The two young men stepped forward, moving to the start line with silent determination.

Adam readied himself, setting his stance and gaze forward. But beside him, Daring wore a smug, impenetrable expression, his arms folded confidently across his chest. The tension between them was palpable, thick and unyielding, like the tightening draw of a bow. The others remained blissfully unaware, too focused on the excitement of the trial, but Adam could feel the resentment radiating from Daring.

"Try as you might, Adam, but you're not going to win this," Daring sneered, eyes fixed ahead as if Adam were nothing more than an inconvenience in his path.

Adam clenched his fists, exhaling slowly as he reined in his frustration. "What's your problem, Charming? I barely know you, yet you act like I'm some sworn enemy. What did I ever do to you?"

Daring's expression darkened, a steely chill settling over his features. "Oh, you did something alright. You had the audacity… to exist."

The words landed with a strange, bitter finality that left Adam momentarily stunned. He barely registered the sharp blast of King Charming's whistle signaling the start, his thoughts tangling over Daring's blunt hostility. Daring darted forward, leaving Adam momentarily behind, his mind reeling at the sheer spitefulness of the comment. He knew Daring was arrogant, but this deep-seated resentment went beyond mere ego. Adam shook his head, clearing the fog from his mind.

With renewed focus, Adam surged forward, catching up with Daring as they reached the bog. Muddy pools gurgled ominously, and in an instant, golems of earth and clay rose from the ground, lumbering forward to intercept the two young men. Their groans rumbled through the air, slow and deliberate, as their clumsy hands reached out to ensnare.

Despite their differences, both boys navigated the golems with ease, dodging their sluggish advances. Adam was halfway across the bog, the damp earth squelching beneath his feet, when he felt a sudden, forceful shove. His footing faltered as he tumbled forward, landing in the thick, viscous mud. For a split second, his shock froze him in place.

Daring glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. "Good luck digging yourself out of that one," he taunted, quickening his pace without a backward glance.

Adam's eyes narrowed in fury as he struggled to move, only to find himself sinking deeper. The mud clung to him, snaring his limbs like chains, wrapping around his torso and pulling him downward. Tendrils of muck twisted around his wrists and ankles, binding him with a merciless grip. Around him, the golems lumbered closer, their weighty footsteps sending ripples through the mud, their eyes glowing with dim intent.

Panic and frustration churned inside him. Adam's gaze snapped toward Daring, who was now nearly out of sight, his laughter echoing through the bog. A fiery determination flared in Adam's chest, hotter than the mud pulling him down.

"Enough!" With a fierce yell, he summoned every ounce of strength, yanking his arms free in one powerful motion. The mud bindings shattered, sending globs of muck flying. He tore himself from the golems' clutches, his resolve hardened by a new goal — to catch up with that arrogant prince and make him regret ever pushing him.

With renewed determination, Adam sprinted forward, breaking free of the bog and reaching the slope that led down to the next stage. He spotted Daring in the distance, his silhouette framed by the ominous glow of a blazing inferno, where Legend, the colossal dragon, awaited.

Adam took a breath, preparing for the climb, but a slick patch of mud on his boots caused him to slip. He stumbled, tumbling down the steep incline, rolling uncontrollably until he landed hard among the twisted brambles. The thorny brush wrapped around him, catching on his clothes and scratching deep into his skin. The thorns pressed tighter, as if the very earth sought to trap him, encaging him in a net of barbed vines.

A flash of anger sparked within him, and he gritted his teeth, tearing at the brambles with fierce, unrelenting hands. With each rip and pull, he felt the frustration and fury building, his eyes blazing with a determination that even the cursed thorns couldn't contain. His body was scraped and bloodied, but his spirit burned stronger.

"That's it," he muttered, his voice a growl.

With unyielding resolve, Adam surged forward, his pace quickened by raw fury as he plunged into the inferno. Flames roared around him, licking at the trees and scorching the air. The dragon, Legend, was a towering figure of power, her eyes like molten fire. But Adam's gaze was fixed not on the beast but on Daring, who was huddled behind the trunk of a still-standing tree, the flames dancing in his amused eyes as he watched Adam approach.

"You're going to pay for what you did," Adam's voice was low, filled with a simmering rage.

"Oh, I'm not the one who'll be paying," Daring said with a laugh, utterly unbothered as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of small, bright purple berries. His grin widened as he held them up for Adam to see.

"Do you know what these are?" Daring taunted, waving the berries as if they were some prize.

Adam eyed them with suspicion. "Are they your beauty meds or something?" he shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm, though his gaze remained fixed on Daring.

"Ha! I wish. These, my dear friend, are Nightshade Berries," Daring explained, his tone laced with theatrical relish. "Rare little things that only grow on Night Briars under a perfect full moon. Not just any berries, though. They've been enchanted with dark magic."

Adam narrowed his eyes, impatience flaring. "Get to the point, Daring."

Daring's smirk deepened. "These berries are not only highly toxic but also… well, let's say they're highly combustible." Without further warning, he tossed the berries into the flames between them.

Adam barely had a second to react before the berries burst into a cloud of bright purple explosions, a deafening blast that shook the ground. The explosion sent thick purple smoke billowing around him, clouding his vision and filling the air with a choking, noxious odor. He coughed, his eyes stinging as he tried to see through the haze.

Through the thick smoke, he saw Daring slip a handkerchief over his mouth and nose, flashing Adam one last triumphant grin before dashing toward the next obstacle. The explosion had served its purpose, catching Legend's attention as the dragon turned toward the noise, her eyes fixed on Adam through the dissipating smoke.

Coughing and gasping for air, Adam staggered forward, his vision blurred by the lingering fumes. He could barely make out Legend's colossal form, her gaze locked onto him, her nostrils flaring as she took in the unfamiliar scent. Realizing he'd been left alone to face the dragon's wrath, Adam's chest tightened, but he steadied himself, forcing his breathing to slow.

Legend reared back, her scales catching the firelight, gleaming like molten metal. Her eyes narrowed as she opened her jaws, a low growl reverberating through the air, sending tremors through the ground.

Under the effects of the potent fumes, Legend's behavior became erratic, her violet-tinged eyes wild as she roared and spewed flames indiscriminately, her body convulsing with each burst. Foam gathered at the edges of her mouth, her once regal form now trembling with feral energy as if she'd been possessed by the very chaos she unleashed.

Adam, barely able to stand, ducked behind a charred tree, his breath shallow and his vision swimming. Darkness edged around his awareness, tugging at his consciousness like a relentless tide. Each breath felt more labored than the last, and his body felt like it was being pulled downward by an invisible weight, leaving him on the brink of collapse. Still, he fought to stay alert, desperate to find some way out of the firestorm.

A rumble reverberated through the ground beneath him as Legend stomped forward, her massive form looming overhead, her fiery breath lighting up the remnants of the scorched forest. Adam looked up, expecting to see the indifferent eyes of a beast about to deliver a final blow. But what he saw instead caught him off guard — a flash of something buried deep in her frenzied gaze, something raw and pained, as if she were a prisoner within her own body.

A faint scoff escaped his lips, tinged with irony. Thoughts of his own incompetence gnawed at him, but it was the look in Legend's eyes that lingered, stirring something unexpected inside him — a deep, resonant empathy that pulsed in his chest, taking him by surprise.

Slowly, Adam steadied himself, rising to his feet with every last ounce of strength he could muster. His entire body ached, his muscles screaming, but he kept his gaze locked on Legend. His hand rose, almost instinctively, reaching toward her as if beckoning to the broken creature within the beast.

"Come on, girl," he whispered, his voice a raspy plea. "You don't want to do this… not really." His hand trembled as he extended it closer, every instinct telling him to run, yet something deeper urging him to stay.

Legend's feral growls softened as she regarded the outstretched hand. She took a hesitant step forward, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed the air around him, sensing something she couldn't quite understand. Adam's heart pounded as he held steady, his eyes never leaving hers, and then, in a moment that felt as fragile as it was powerful, Legend leaned forward and gently pressed her snout against his hand.

The fire around them seemed to respond, dimming slightly, the blaze receding as if her touch alone could calm the destruction. Adam exhaled, feeling his own tension melt away as he stroked her nose, his fingers brushing over the rough scales. He could feel her energy, the raw magic that pulsed through her, and in that connection, he sensed her pain, the relentless surge of emotions that had consumed her.

"I know what it's like to feel out of control," he whispered, stroking her snout with a gentleness that belied his earlier anger. "To be filled with something you don't understand. But you don't have to be alone in it. Not now."

The violet tint in her eyes began to fade, her gaze softening as if the fumes that had clouded her mind were clearing. Legend let out a soft, rumbling purr, leaning into his touch. She nuzzled his arm, giving him tentative licks along the bruises that marked his skin, her rough tongue passing over his cuts with surprising delicacy. Warmth radiated from her touch, the pain in his body easing as each lick seemed to draw out the hurt, replacing it with a calming sensation he hadn't felt in ages.

Adam chuckled, a soft, relieved sound as he let Legend soothe his battered body. "What's gotten into you, huh? You're just a big softie, aren't you?" He rubbed her nose, feeling her rumbling purr grow stronger under his fingers, like a giant, scaly cat content under his touch.

Legend responded by leaning closer, her affection clear as she nudged his shoulder with a surprising gentleness. Adam smiled, rubbing her head, feeling a rare peace settle over him as they stood together in the heart of the ruined forest. For a moment, all thoughts of the challenge, of the pain, of Daring's treachery faded away. He felt free in a way he hadn't since coming to this strange world.

But then, the memory of Daring's smug face came flooding back, and the peace that had settled over him transformed into steely resolve. "When I get my hands on him, I swear I'll…" he muttered, fists clenching.

Legend let out a low, grumbling growl, as if understanding his intent. She lifted her head, her eyes gleaming with a newfound focus, no longer clouded by the madness that had overtaken her before. Adam looked into her eyes, seeing the mutual determination mirrored there.

"Want to help me teach that pompous jock a lesson he won't forget?" he asked, a smirk forming on his lips.

Legend nodded, lowering herself to the ground, inviting him to climb onto her back. Adam didn't hesitate, gripping her scales as he pulled himself up, settling comfortably between her shoulders. As soon as he was secure, she let out a mighty roar that shook the sky, a sound that reverberated through the entire forest, announcing their bond and their shared purpose.

With a powerful beat of her wings, they took to the air, soaring high above the charred remnants of the forest below. The wind whipped against his face, invigorating him, each gust lifting his spirits as they ascended. Adam felt alive, a fierce exhilaration filling him as he and Legend flew together in perfect harmony.

Their destination came into view — a stretch of land where Daring was pacing at the edge of a dark, churning moat, clearly assessing his options for crossing. He had his back to them, completely oblivious to the approaching dragon and its passenger.

With a resounding thud, Legend landed just a few feet behind Daring, shaking the ground and sending him stumbling forward. He spun around, his smug grin vanishing the instant he locked eyes with Adam, who sat astride the enormous beast with a look of pure, unyielding fury.

Adam's glare was as sharp as a blade. "Miss me, Charming?" he asked, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable edge. The storm of emotions roiling beneath his cool expression was enough to make Daring take an instinctive step back, his confidence faltering in the face of the undeniable force before him.

But for Adam, this was only the beginning. He had no intention of letting Daring off easy, not after the stunt he'd pulled. He patted Legend's neck, a silent command passing between them as they prepared to show Daring just how serious they were.

"Oh, well, look who managed to claw his way out of that mess." Daring's voice was smooth and disingenuous, a smug grin on his face. "And I see you've enlisted Legend here as your loyal steed. Now, I'm sure you'd be willing to lend your partner a hand, hmm? Perhaps give me a ride over the moat?" He flashed a charming, hollow smile, as if this were a mere jest.

Adam's expression didn't waver, and Legend let out a smoky huff, her patience waning. Adam's brow creased. "You're joking, right?" he asked, his voice edged with disbelief.

"No, I am quite serious. We're partners, after all," Daring replied, the picture of self-assurance. "Partners help each other conquer all obstacles, don't they?" His tone dripped with casual arrogance, as if nothing between them had happened.

Adam's jaw tightened. "Partners?" He let the word hang in the air, each syllable sharpened by the bitterness of Daring's betrayal. "You call tripping me in the mud and throwing explosives in my direction helping?"

Daring didn't even blink. "Pushing you to your limits," he said, a sly smile curving his lips. "Consider it my way of inspiring you to reach new heights. And, look — it worked, didn't it?" He gestured to Legend, unbothered by the glares being thrown his way.

Adam shook his head in sheer disbelief, a grimace creeping onto his face. "You are something else, you know that? Whatever's going on in that twisted head of yours, I want no part of it. But Legend here…" he placed a hand on her side, his tone darkening, "I think she has a few things to say."

A growl rumbled deep in Legend's throat as she began stalking toward Daring, her eyes narrowing. Daring's facade wavered; he chuckled nervously, though his eyes darted back and forth, calculating an escape. "Now, now, there's no need for such… hextremeties. I'm sure we can talk this out and reach a more civilized agreement, yes?"

Adam remained silent, his gaze cold. Legend advanced, her growl deepening, pushing Daring back until his heels teetered on the edge of the cliff, the swift and unforgiving waters below waiting to claim him. A drop of sweat trickled down Daring's face, his mask of confidence slipping further.

"Charm you later, Daring." Adam's voice was cold and final as Legend exhaled a firm puff of air, blowing Daring just enough off-balance to topple him backward into the moat. His scream echoed as he splashed into the churning waters, his arrogant confidence swallowed by the waves.

Moments later, the spell whisked Daring back to the starting point, where he crashed face-first into the ground, muddy and drenched. Groaning, he pulled himself up, only to meet the cold stares of his classmates, their faces a mix of shock and disappointment that pierced through the fading remnants of his bravado. A hollow chill washed over him as he realized the weight of his actions, now laid bare in the unflinching gaze of every person around him. He swallowed, the lingering smirk vanishing from his face as he struggled to form a defense, something to bring back his usual charm. But the words wouldn't come.

The crowd parted, and his gaze fell upon the familiar figure of his father, King Charming, who stood with an expression harder than steel. His father's eyes bore down on him, seething with a restrained fury Daring had never seen before. The king's disappointment cut deeper than any reprimand, and for the first time, Daring felt the ground beneath him shake — not from fear of consequence but the terrible clarity of his own failure. The man he'd once sought so earnestly to impress now looked at him as though he were a stranger.

King Charming stepped forward, his boots striking the ground in harsh, deliberate clinks. He looked down at his son, his expression etched with disappointment and reproach. "We are going to have a lengthy talk after this, young man," he said, his voice low but piercing. The weight in his words was unmistakable, leaving no room for Daring's usual excuses.

Maid Marian cast a quick, disapproving glance in Daring's direction before returning her attention to Adam, the only student left standing in the field. Even Baba Yaga made her way over, her gaze lingering on Daring with a knowing glint in her eye as she muttered, "I smell the stench of something rotten." Her remark sent a shiver through him as she turned back to her post with a crooked smile.

"Madame Yaga," King Charming said, gesturing for her to approach. "Due to the... less-than-heroic conduct displayed, I have a favor to ask of you."

Her gaze sparkled with mischief as she stepped closer. "What would you have me do, your majesty?"

King Charming leaned close, whispering something in her ear. Baba Yaga's face broke into a wicked grin as she cackled in delight. "Consider it done," she said, rolling up her sleeves as her hands began to glow with the same dark magic. She nodded as King Charming tied a note around an arrow and nocked it in a bow he kept ready. Taking careful aim, he let the arrow fly toward the field, where Adam and Legend waited.

Meanwhile, Adam, still reeling from his encounter with Daring, nudged Legend to fly him across the moat. In moments, they landed on solid ground before the six glass towers awaiting him. "Thanks, girl," Adam whispered, his hand gentle on Legend's scaly snout as she rumbled contentedly under his touch.

Adam looked up at the spires in front of him. "Let's see, it should be the first tower, right?." But before he could approach, the sharp twang of an arrow landing nearby drew his attention. He reached for it, unfurling the note wrapped around the shaft, and began to read:

Dear, righteous hero, due to the nature of recent events. The final part of this hexercise will be altered slightly.

Adam barely finished the sentence when the ground began to tremble beneath him. He watched in awe as the six spires started to shift and merge, the sound of grinding glass and creaking metal filling the air. What had once been six isolated towers was now fusing into a single, grand structure — an imposing fortress, with three jagged spires that jutted toward the sky. From within, he could hear muffled voices — high-pitched yelps and soft cries that could only belong to the damsels, no doubt wondering what was taking the heroes so long to rescue them.

Adam continued reading, his interest piqued:

We have decided to have you, the lone student that successfully braved the dangers, to rescue the fair damsels by yourself. Madame Yaga's magic is running low soon, so I suggest you hurry your pace to reach the fair maidens in time and bring them to safety.

Additionally, I would like to humbly apologize for the actions of my unruly son — Daring. I know not of what beckoned him to act out of line, but I'll make sure to reprimand him justly and accordingly.

I wish you luck, Adam Firstman.

Signed, Dr. King Charming.

Adam smirked, amused by his new surname, though the message's gravity filled him with resolve. He tucked the note away, gazing up at the transformed towers now resembling a daunting fortress. Its spires rose ominously, casting long shadows over the clearing, each corner exuding an air of mystery and silent challenges. With a final glance at the shimmering doors that had appeared, he squared his shoulders and stepped forward, fully prepared for the task ahead.

Adam gave the wooden door a few brisk knocks, waiting for a response, but none came. He tried the handle, only to find it stubbornly locked. He sighed, stepping back, and aimed a decisive kick at the door. He hadn't expected his own strength, though — rather than simply swinging open, the door splintered into countless fragments, leaving only a few jagged pieces dangling from the hinges. Wincing, he hoped he wouldn't get in trouble for his less-than-graceful entry.

To the side, Legend let out a worried whimper, her scales shifting uneasily. Adam gave the dragon a reassuring pat and a smile. "Don't worry, girl," he said, brushing off the dust. "I've been through much worse than a door." With that, he stepped through the threshold, only to find himself staring down a familiar adversary.

"Ah, my old nemesis," Adam muttered, a grimace overtaking his face as he took in the sight of an endless spiral leading upward. "Stairs…"

With a resigned sigh, he began his ascent. A minute or two later, he reached another door at the top of the stairwell. Trying the handle, he found it locked as well. He knocked loudly. "Anyone in there?" he called, his voice bouncing off the stone walls.

"Yes! Please, help us! We don't know what's going on!" came a panicked voice from the other side.

"Alright, stand back!" Adam warned, positioning himself for another kick. He hoped they'd heard him as he braced and kicked with just as much force as before. The door splintered into pieces, sending a cloud of dust and wood fragments into the room.

As the smoke cleared, a delicate, surprised voice broke through. "My word... such strength."

Adam looked up to see three girls huddled in the corner. One of them — tall, with an air of regal poise — stepped forward, completely unfazed by his dramatic entrance. She regarded him with a raised brow and an amused expression.

"I presume you're here to rescue us?" she asked, her hand elegantly placed over her mouth as she surveyed Adam with a mixture of intrigue and appraisal.

Her porcelain-like skin and platinum blonde hair were perfectly in place, as was the elegant crown atop her head. She wore an icy blue gown with a high ruffled collar, every detail pristine despite their confinement.

Adam cleared his throat, nodding. "Yep, that's the plan. Let's get you ladies out of here — I'd rather not linger any longer than necessary."

She arched an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by his lack of fanfare. "And the others? Madame Marian informed us that three heroes would be arriving to save us."

Adam's expression hardened slightly. "Plans changed. No one else made it up here, so Professor Charming asked me to handle things myself."

Surprised murmurs passed between the girls.

"So," the platinum-blonde mused, her green eyes sparkling with intrigue, "none of the other students managed to reach this point?"

"Right," Adam said, giving a brief nod. "Which is why we need to move — now."

He turned to leave, but as he did, he realized with a sinking feeling that the doorway he had come through was now... gone. Instead, he found himself face-to-face with a solid brick wall. Panic seized him. "Uh... where's the door?"

The second girl, with dark, braided hair woven with tiny blossoms, answered, "It's enchanted, you know. The door appears as an entrance but doesn't work as an exit."

Adam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Of course it does." He glanced toward the balcony, his gaze drifting to the dizzying drop below. "Looks like our only way out is through the balcony."

He approached it, assessing the distance to the ground below. He turned to the girls. "So… heroically rescuing you involves me actually getting you out of this tower, right?"

The girl with brown hair and green accents with floral embroidery nodded. She wore a soft flowery green dress with black edges and and circular designs. She peered at Adam, curiosity flickering in her green-emerald eyes.

"Alright then," Adam said, determination hardening his voice. Without warning, he lifted her into his arms, causing her to gasp in surprise.

"Wait, what are you doing?" she stammered, her cheeks flushing.

Adam gave her a reassuring smile. "Saving you. And… you're not afraid of heights, right?"

"Uh, not particularly — why do you ask?" she replied, her voice laced with uncertainty.

"Just checking." And with that, Adam stepped onto the balcony and leaped over the edge.

The girl shrieked as they plunged, the wind whipping past them as Adam kept his focus on the ground, which was rapidly approaching. At the last possible moment, he reached into his pocket, grabbed the arrow he'd saved, and struck it into the stone wall. Their descent slowed dramatically as the arrow dragged down the masonry, filling the air with the crumbling sound of breaking stone. Adam held tight, his muscles straining, until finally, they touched down on solid ground.

The girl's shrieks of fear turned to delighted laughter as her feet met the earth. She looked up at Adam, eyes wide with exhilaration. "That was… hexhilarating!" she cried, her voice brimming with excitement. She broke free of his arms and danced around, her laughter ringing out as she marveled at the experience.

"So that's why Briar lives the way she does," she gasped, catching her breath, still laughing. "My heart's still pounding — I've never felt so alive!"

She finally composed herself, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Ahem… sorry about that. I don't know what came over me. My name is Péonie, by the way."

"Adam," he replied with a warm smile. "Nice to meet you, Péonie. Now, you stay here while I go back for the others. Legend will keep you company."

"Legend? Who's Legend?" Péonie asked, looking at him curiously. Her question was answered a moment later as a warm, gusting breath descended from above. She looked up, mouth dropping open as she found herself face-to-face with the towering dragon, its scales shimmering and eyes watching her with mild curiosity.

"That. That's Legend," Adam chuckled, seeing her stunned reaction. "She'll keep an eye on you while I'm gone."

With that, Adam turned and faced the tower once more, bracing himself. He exhaled, gazing up at the seemingly endless staircase waiting for him inside.

"Alright, round two," he muttered, his face set with resolve as he took his first step back up the winding stairwell, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

Adam darted up the stone steps, faster than before, reaching the doorway that had magically reappeared but was still shattered from his previous entrance. Inside, the two remaining girls waited, though they looked hesitant to approach the ledge where Adam had been leaping down with the others. It was clear they knew this was their only way out, but that didn't make it any easier.

The girl in white stepped forward with noticeable reluctance, her hands uniformly postured before her. "I suppose there's no other choice," she said, looking slightly embarrassed. "Just… please be mindful on the way down. I'd rather not lose my crown, if that's alright with you."

Adam chuckled lightly, his laughter easing some of her visible nerves. "But of course, fair maiden," he said with a playful bow.

With a small smile, she extended her arms, allowing Adam to gently lift her into his arms, princess-style. "My name is Whitney, by the way, just so you know," she added, smoothing her ruffled skirts.

"Pleasure to meet you, Whitney," Adam replied with a grin. "I'm Adam."

Her eyes widened slightly. "Adam… you mean the Adam?"

Before she could say more, Adam had already made a bold leap off the balcony. Whitney gasped, gripping her crown with one hand and clutching Adam's arm tightly with the other as her gown billowed wildly in the wind. They plummeted, the earth rushing up to meet them, and at the last moment, Adam reached for his trusty arrow lodged in the wall, using it to slow their descent before landing with a graceful roll on the ground.

Whitney's legs trembled as he set her down, and she clung to him for support, her once carefully styled hair now tousled and windblown. As she realized they were safely on solid ground, she let out a long breath of relief, finally managing a shaky, "Thank you."

But Adam didn't linger to chat. With a quick nod, he sprinted back up the winding staircase, determination fueling every step as he made his way to the topmost room once again.

Inside, the last girl waited for her turn, seemingly unperturbed by the whole ordeal. She met Adam with a bright smile, her pastel pink and purple curls bouncing slightly as she waved. "Hey there, I'm Linda! It's a pleasure to meet you," she said, excitement sparkling in her eyes. She looked every bit the vintage, whimsical heroine, with her polka-dot bow, fitted dark bodice, and scalloped skirt layered over a dotted underskirt.

Adam nodded, catching his breath. "Nice to meet you, Linda. Let's make this quick."

Linda didn't wait to be asked, practically jumping into his arms. "Ready when you are, hero!" she said with a laugh.

With a shrug, Adam secured his grip and leapt from the balcony once more, soaring downward. He landed gracefully, setting her beside the others who were gathered around Legend, the majestic dragon, who watched them all with an almost maternal protectiveness. As a chilly wind swept over the girls, Adam turned to Legend.

"Legend, fire!" he commanded gently. The dragon huffed a small fireball onto the ground, creating a cozy warmth that spread across the campfire-like circle. The girls yelped in surprise, but quickly relaxed, grateful for the dragon's warmth. Adam patted Legend affectionately. "Good girl."

He turned back to the tower, giving the girls a quick wave. "Stay put — Legend will keep you safe while I get the rest."

"Three down, nine to go," he muttered to himself, preparing for the next climb.

After racing up the spiraling stairs, he arrived at yet another closed door, hearing faint voices on the other side. Deciding not to break it down as he had with the others, Adam leaned his shoulder into the door, giving it several powerful shoves until it finally swung open with a loud creak.

Inside, two girls looked up in surprise. One had long, silvery hair that framed her pale skin, while the other was a sun-kissed brunette with soft, round features. The brunette adjusted her glasses and gave him a quizzical look, as if assessing him. She wore an outfit accented with fur and brown spectacles, her pinkish-amber eyes sharp and inquisitive.

"You two alright?" Adam asked, catching his breath.

"Why yes, thank you for checking," she replied, studying him closely. "You seem… familiar."

Her friend, the silver-haired girl, gasped with sudden recognition. "Of course! You're the one who's been trending on MirrorNet lately! The Adam who sang at last night's party!" Her bright blue eyes sparkled with delight.

The brunette raised an eyebrow at her towermate, "Trending? Him?"

"Yes, Rosabella! The Adam. I can't believe you don't remember his harmonious melody. It was spellbinding!"

Rosabella adjusted her glasses. "Apologies, Darling, but I wasn't there. I was busy helping a lost fox find its way back home to its family."

Adam cleared his throat, cutting through their chatter. "Sorry, ladies, there's no time to explain." He motioned for them to hop on his back. "Get on."

The two girls exchanged a surprised glance, but without hesitation, they climbed onto Adam's back, positioning themselves securely. Adam barely had time to steady himself before he ran for the balcony, leaping into the open air with the two damsels clinging tightly to him.

They slid down the side of the tower, Adam gripping the wall as they descended, and landed gracefully. He set Rosabella and her friend down gently beside the growing group of damsels, who were chatting excitedly among themselves.

"Darling, Rosabella — meet the others. Legend will keep you all safe until I'm back with the rest," Adam said quickly before turning back toward the tower.

Without another word, he plunged back inside, tackling the stairs that seemed to stretch into eternity. Finally, he reached another door at the top, but this time, he noted something unusual. There were no further stairs above — this was the final floor.

He had no time to question it as the tower shuddered, sending loose stones tumbling from the walls. Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself.

Adam braced himself against the doorframe, took a deep breath, and rammed his shoulder into the wood. With a loud crash, the door burst open, but in his momentum, he stumbled forward and collided with someone standing on the other side. They both toppled to the cold cobblestone floor, and Adam found himself looking up into a pair of fiercely familiar eyes.

Lizzie Hearts.

Her expression, dazed for only a moment, snapped into full indignation as she scrambled to her feet, brushing herself off as if the mere proximity to Adam left her sullied. "What in Ever After are you doing here?!" she shrieked, her accusatory finger leveled at him like a dagger.

Groaning and grabbing his shoulder, Adam gave her an unamused look. "Isn't it obvious? I'm here to rescue you," he replied dryly, as if this much should have been apparent to anyone with common sense.

"Rescue? You?" Lizzie's laughter was bitter, disbelief flashing in her eyes. "You, of all people, are the last person I'd ever call a hero. They should be imprisoning you, not letting you gallivant about on rescue missions!"

Adam rolled his eyes, his patience thinning. "Yeah, yeah, I've heard this whole speech already," he muttered. Lizzie's scowl deepened at his indifference, her face flushing with the pent-up rage she could barely contain.

"You can rant and rave all you want about how deplorable I am," he added, "but we don't exactly have the luxury of time here. This whole place is about to come crashing down, so if you want to hold onto your grudges, fine — but you're going to do it from somewhere safe."

Almost as if to emphasize his point, the tower trembled violently. Dust rained down from the ceiling, and cracks snaked across the walls, widening with ominous speed.

"Don't even think of getting near me, or I'll report you to the Headmaster myself!" Lizzie spat, her rage tinged with something deeper — an unspoken vulnerability that only fueled her anger.

"Fine," Adam snapped, his tone laced with frustration. "See if I care! But unless you want to be buried under a pile of rubble, you're going to have to get out of this tower."

Lizzie huffed, turning her back on him with a defiant glint in her eye. "I don't need rescuing from the likes of you. Holly, come help me down," she said, her voice curt but commanding.

The other girl in the room, with long strawberry-blonde hair bound in a thick braid, had been standing silently through the exchange, her face a mix of discomfort and sympathy. She approached the balcony, loosening her braid and letting her hair cascade down to the ground below, her tresses gleaming like spun silk in the dim light.

Without sparing Adam another glance, Lizzie clambered over the ledge, gripping Holly's hair and lowering herself carefully until her heels touched the grass. She looked up and shot Adam one last glare, her fury blazing. Adam clenched his jaw, his fists itching to vent his own frustrations, but he held himself back.

Once Lizzie had safely reached the ground, Holly turned back to Adam with a small, sheepish smile. "I don't feel quite as… particular about the rescue," she said, her cheeks tinged pink. "If the offer still stands, I'd be grateful."

Adam's scowl faded, replaced by a genuine, warm grin that reached his eyes. "The offer definitely still stands." Gently, he lifted Holly in his arms, holding her securely as she relaxed into his hold, her braid trailing behind them like a shimmering rope.

"How strong is your hair again?" he asked with a raised brow, admiring the length and thickness of it.

"Fairy Strong. Why?" Holly replied, a hint of curiosity lighting her eyes.

Adam's grin widened with a glint of mischief. "Perfect."

With Holly nestled in his arms, he took a running start and leapt from the balcony. Her hair, coiled around them both, served as a tether, slowing their descent as Adam sprinted down the crumbling stone wall, using her hair as a guide rope. He landed with a resounding thud, the impact vibrating through his legs but leaving them both unharmed.

Carefully, Adam gathered up Holly's hair, folding it neatly to hand it back to her. She gave him a grateful smile, leaning close to his ear. "Thank you," she whispered softly before planting a quick, sweet kiss on his cheek. Adam felt a slight warmth spread through him, a pride he hadn't expected, and as she joined the others, he rubbed the spot where her lips had brushed, his heart a little lighter.

But the tower rumbled again, the magic holding it together fading fast. He didn't have much time.

"Okay, Adam, think," he muttered to himself, looking up at the structure's three towering spires jutting from the main tower. He realized with a start that the last damsels must be confined there. Climbing each turret individually would take too long, but a sudden, bold idea struck him.

He turned to Legend, who was keeping watch over the girls by the campfire, and let out a sharp whistle. The dragon's head swiveled toward him, and Adam raised his hand, signaling to the skies. "Legend, take me up!"

Legend's wings flared as she approached, her powerful gusts sending the damsels' dresses and crowns fluttering as they braced against the wind. Adam climbed onto her back, settling himself as she took off in a powerful arc toward the leftmost spire. She hovered just beside the turret's balcony, and Adam leapt from her back, landing with a graceful roll onto the stone floor.

"Never fear, your hero is here!" he announced with playful bravado, only to be met with the unamused silence of the lone damsel before him.

She sat on a delicate, velvet chair, her snow-white hair flowing in soft waves down her back. Her amber-yellow eyes narrowed, locking onto him with a gaze that was intense, almost feline. Dressed in an elegant gown of cream and silver, with a headpiece possessing cat-ear-like traits that sparkled under the low light, she looked every inch the icy aristocrat.

"What took you so long?" she demanded, her voice dripping with disdain as she crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed by his dramatic entrance.

Adam hesitated, unnerved by the razor-sharp edge in her gaze, which held a disdain he could feel prickling against his skin. This wasn't the wide-eyed gratitude of a rescued princess — no, this girl looked as if she'd been inconvenienced by his very presence.

"The tower's about to collapse," he said, his tone serious, urgency in his voice. He reached out to grab her hand, but barely brushed her fingertips when he felt a sharp, stinging scratch.

"Don't. Touch. Me," she hissed, her words venomous, flashing a set of wickedly sharp claws that had somehow replaced her delicate nails. She eyed him with a warning glint, the fury in her voice unbridled.

Adam shook his head in exasperation, rubbing the scratch on his palm. "Catherine Purse, I presume," he muttered, sighing as he tried to suppress his frustration.

Her amber eyes narrowed into slits, her tail lashing behind her. "And what of it?" she sneered, her tone dripping with icy contempt as she continued to watch him with a predatory glare.

Adam straightened, meeting her glare with a hard look of his own. "Listen, we don't have time for this back-and-forth," he said, his voice steady, though his patience was wearing thin. "I'm Adam, and you're really not going to like what's about to happen next."

The princesses huddled together below, shivering as the chill of the looming storm seeped into their bones. The sky grew ominously dark, thick clouds swirling above them, and the biting wind whipped through their dresses and tangled their hair. They glanced nervously toward each other, worry etched into their faces as they wondered what could be taking so long. They felt the unsettling sensation of being alone, cut off from their professors, from their hero, and perhaps from safety itself.

Finally, Holly broke the tense silence, her voice quiet but amused. "Since no one's mentioning it," she began, her tone sly, "I'll be the first to say it — our hero is certainly easy on the eyes, isn't he?"

She was met with mixed reactions — murmurs, faint blushes, eye rolls — all with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Lizzie shot Holly a scandalized look, her brow arching in disbelief. "Please, tell me you're joking," she scoffed, folding her arms.

Holly chuckled softly. "Oh, I'm completely serious," she replied with a twinkle in her eye. "I know what I saw, and I liked it. Just because you can't appreciate the finer things in life doesn't mean the rest of us have to miss out."

Lizzie huffed, a look of pure distaste contorting her features. "That 'finer thing,' as you call him, is nothing but a menace!" she retorted, an edge of indignation in her voice.

Holly only shrugged, seemingly unfazed by Lizzie's disapproval. "Call him what you want, but I'm content being a damsel if it means being rescued by him," she replied airily, glancing up at the towering structure.

A fierce gust of wind nearly blew them all over, and in the sky above, a familiar voice cut through the storm. "Put me down this instant!"

"Oh, gladly." Adam's voice replied with a dry amusement as Legend swooped down and dropped their unwilling passenger onto the damp earth below. Catherine landed unceremoniously next to the others, wrapped tightly in thick chains, thrashing against her bindings with as much fury as she could muster.

"You will pay for this misconduct!" she screeched, her golden eyes blazing with indignation as she glared daggers at Adam from her place on the ground.

Adam crossed his arms, giving her an exaggerated roll of his eyes. "Oh, cry me a river, Princess. I'll come back to free you once I've fetched the others."

Before he could turn away, Lizzie's gaze sharpened as she recognized the familiar metal links entangling Catherine. Realization dawned, her face twisting with fury. "Wait…you kept the chains?" she shouted, staring up at him with a mix of horror and astonishment.

Adam's grin was smug as he shot back, "What can I say? Makes for a great souvenir, love!" He gave her a cheeky wink before turning away, grinning as Lizzie let out a scream of fury that echoed across the field. But he didn't stick around to bask in her wrath — he had work to do.

"Two more trips, Legend! Let's finish this," he called, signaling his dragon to lift off once more. Legend responded with a roar, her wings beating against the turbulent winds as they ascended. The path to the final turret was arduous, the storm worsening with every passing second, but Legend powered through, her powerful wings cutting through the wind's relentless assault.

They finally reached the next balcony where two more princesses waited, wide-eyed and trembling as the tower's foundation shook beneath them. One girl's face fell in visible disappointment as she realized it wasn't who she'd hoped for. "Hunter? Is that you?" she called with uncertainty, only to sigh when she saw Adam instead.

"Who in Fairytale is out there?" the second girl asked, her eyes filled with concern. She was wearing a lavender and black layered ballerina dress with a fitted bodice and a flared, ruffled skirt decorated with black stars and swirl patterns. She has a purple floral and feathered headpiece on her head, dark fishnet stockings, and black platform ballet shoes with lavender ribbon details as feathers accentuated her looks.

Adam recognized her immediately — she was the one who'd nearly sent Raven into a rage at last night's gathering. He held back the urge to comment, reminding himself that there were more urgent matters at hand. Instead, he silently patted Legend's neck, signaling her to hover closer to the edge of the balcony.

He extended his hand toward them, a determined glint in his eyes. "Come with me if you want to live," he said, his tone sincere. The line had always been a favorite of his, and he couldn't help the small grin that played at his lips.

The first girl, glancing at the encroaching cracks spreading across the floor, nodded urgently. "Duchess, I think we'd better go with him," she said, gripping her companion's shoulder.

Duchess rolled her eyes, but her bravado wavered as the thunder cracked directly above them. "Whatever After," she muttered, her lips tight as she placed a tentative hand on Adam's outstretched arm.

But before either girl could step out fully, a blinding bolt of lightning slashed through the sky, striking the stone beside them. Both girls shrieked, recoiling back into the room as Legend pulled away from the balcony, momentarily startled by the violent flash.

The storm grew worse, thunder booming like cannons across the sky as rain began to pour in thick, heavy drops. The lightning seemed almost vengeful, crackling and flashing around the tower as if the storm itself were trying to rip it apart. Another bolt struck the structure, tearing chunks of stone free and sending them crashing to the ground below. The leftmost turret took the brunt of the impact, crumbling as it teetered on its base.

"Get up, now!" Adam shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. The two princesses, their faces pale, gathered themselves as best they could, gripping each other's hands for balance. Duchess tried to stay upright, but another blast of thunder knocked them back to the floor.

Despite the mounting danger, Adam refused to abandon them. He called out over the raging storm, his voice raw with urgency. "Both of you, take my hand! Now!" His eyes never left them, even as the walls around them continued to crumble.

Finally, bolstered by his determination, they staggered back to the edge, arms outstretched toward Adam and Legend. Though fear lingered in their gazes, there was something stronger — a spark of trust that cut through the doubt.

Duchess leapt first, her heart hammering but her instincts telling her to place her faith upon Adam. He caught her easily, setting her behind him and ensuring she wouldn't slip off Legend's broad back. Turning to her tower mate, she shouted urgently, "Ashlynn, you need to jump! Now!"

Ashlynn's breath hitched, her heartbeat thundering as she clung to the balcony railing, buffeted by the storm's vicious winds. "I—I'm trying!" she called, her voice barely audible over the howling gale.

"Just jump! I promise, I'll catch you!" Adam's voice cut through the chaos, steady and reassuring.

Ashlynn hesitated, her fear clinging to her like the storm's cold, damp grip. "You promise?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I promise! Jump!" Without another thought, Ashlynn took the leap, a scream ripping from her throat as she plummeted — only to be caught, safe and sound, in Adam's arms. "Don't worry, I've got you," he murmured, his voice a calming balm to her frayed nerves.

"Legend, take us down!" Adam commanded, and the dragon let out a powerful roar, angling her wings for descent. But in a sudden flash of blinding light, a bolt of lightning struck, ripping through one of Legend's wings with a searing force. The dragon let out a piercing cry of pain, and Adam felt his heart lurch.

"Legend!" he shouted, panic threading his voice. With one wing disabled, they began to spiral downward, the full force of gravity pulling them into a terrifying, uncontrolled dive. Instinctively, Adam wrapped his arms around the princesses, shielding them as they tumbled through the air.

"Glide, girl! Just glide!" he urged, his voice raw with desperation. With immense effort, Legend forced her good wing open, fighting to catch enough air to slow their descent. She managed to turn their fall into a partial glide, angling them toward a safer landing. They hit the ground hard, rolling across the grass as Adam held the girls tightly, absorbing the impact.

When they finally came to a stop, Adam released his hold, wincing as he pushed himself up to check on the girls. They were shaken but unharmed, their faces pale with shock but otherwise safe. Relief filled him — until his gaze fell on Legend's injured wing. The dragon's wing was badly scorched, a jagged hole torn through its membrane, and she whimpered softly, her strength visibly drained.

The other princesses rushed over, surrounding Adam with worried glances as he steadied himself against the pain that pulsed through his bruised and battered body. Every part of him screamed to rest, to finally give in to exhaustion, but he refused. He staggered to his feet, determination flashing in his eyes as he looked at Legend, knowing she could go no further.

With a heavy heart, he knelt beside his loyal companion, running a gentle hand over the burnt wing, murmuring softly to soothe her. "Thank you, Legend. You've done more than enough," Adam whispered, stroking her snout tenderly. "You've given me your strength, now rest. I'll handle the rest."

Legend gave a low, tired grumble, and with the last of her strength, she extended her remaining wing to shield the princesses from the pouring rain, offering them warmth and shelter. Adam managed a bittersweet smile, caressing her snout one last time before he turned his gaze to the towering structure looming above them, his final task still unfinished.

Before he could take a step, a delicate hand reached out, gripping his arm. Holly's voice broke through the storm, trembling with fear. "Adam, where are you going? You're not seriously thinking about going back up there, are you?"

Adam turned to her, his face set with a fierce resolve. "I have to. The professors gave me this task, and I'm going to see it through. If there's one thing I hate, it's leaving loose ends." he said, his voice steady with conviction.

"But it's dangerous to go back! We don't know what's up there! !" Péonie cried, her worry clear in her wide, frightened eyes.

Adam offered her a gentle smile. "That's for you to wonder… and for me to find out." He tried to reassure them, but their expressions remained clouded with fear.

Whitney stepped forward, clutching his wrist with surprising strength. "Adam, I may not have known you for long, but I'm not about to let you risk your life playing a meager fantasy," she whispered, her voice barely holding back her desperation.

Adam held her hand in his own, firm yet gentle. "I know you're worried. But there are still two damsels up there, and from the looks of it, I'm the only one who can help them."

Ashlynn stepped closer, her face etched with a mix of fear and determination. "Then let us come with you. Apple and Briar are my best friends forever after. I can't just sit here and watch you go alone!"

Adam placed a firm hand on her shoulder, his eyes soft but resolute. "Your courage is admirable, Ashlynn. But I can't let you risk yourselves — not while I'm still here to finish the job."

"But—" Darling began to protest, but Adam silenced her with a gentle shake of his head.

"This isn't up for debate." He turned to Legend, his expression softening. "Legend, if you would." Adam backed away as Legend, still holding strong, released a controlled breath of fire, forming a protective wall around the princesses. The fire blazed brightly, casting warmth over the girls as Legend shielded them with her wing, providing a safe haven against the relentless storm.

"Adam!" Some of the girls shouted after him, their voices heavy with fear and desperation. But Adam didn't look back, the cries barely reaching him as he focused on the shattered tower before him. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and sprinted toward the crumbling construct, vanishing into the storm, his resolve unwavering as he faced his final climb alone.

Adam charged forward, aiming for the tower's entrance, his heart pounding with urgency. But as he neared the doors, the archway above him crumbled, heavy stones cascading down, blocking the passage completely. He staggered to a halt, staring at the impenetrable wall that had once been his way in.

For a moment, he stood there, letting the weight of exhaustion press against him as his mind raced for another way up. His heart pounded in his chest, the questions swirling in his mind. What now? What was he supposed to do? His eyes darted around, looking for any alternative, but all that met him was the roaring chaos of the storm.

Then, a flash of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by an ear-splitting crack of thunder that shook him out of his stupor. His eyes turned upward, his heart still racing, and in that instant, he understood. There was no other option. There was only one way left to go.

Taking a steadying breath, he murmured, "Father, give me strength," and then, without another thought, Adam turned and dug his battered hands into the rain-slicked stone, finding the grooves in the crumbling masonry. He pulled himself up, gripping the wall with every bit of strength left in his weary body. He was not stopping now.

Every pull of his body was a battle. The storm whipped around him, fierce and unrelenting. His muscles screamed in protest, his hands slipping and bleeding, but he didn't stop. He couldn't. There was no room for doubt, no time for fear. His only focus was the top, and even the thought of falling wasn't enough to make him relent.

The storm raged with new ferocity, the wind tearing at his clothes and biting against his skin, but he forced himself to keep climbing. Each handhold, each foothold was a battle, his muscles trembling, his knuckles bloodied. The rain pelted him from above, soaking him to the bone, obscuring his vision, but his only focus was the tower's summit.

Then, a chunk of stone gave way beneath his hand, and he nearly lost his grip. He gasped, his heart pounding as he fought to steady himself, and with a guttural yell, he forced himself onward, pulling with all his might.

"Almighty, guide my hands," he whispered into the roar of the wind.

His desire to push on and continue his climb was a testament to his resolve, a test to his own limits, and proof of his unyielding will to overcome any challenge.

Every fiber of his being screamed for him to give up, to let go and allow himself to fall, but Adam's heart burned hotter with each step. His thoughts flashed through a thousand reasons to keep going — every doubt he wanted to banish, every skeptic he needed to prove wrong.

He didn't know it himself what kept him going, what pushed him onward. Perhaps it was to prove himself to his fellow heroes, to the fair damsels that waited below, or even to his professors? Was it to show his worth? To prove those that doubted him wrong?

No, I do this because it's what I want to do. Because it's what my Father would've done.

What are you doing, oh' righteous First of Man?

"What I must." He uttered, the words carrying him higher, as he continued to scale the towering heights.

He was close, the zenith was within his sight as he kept on going, determined to overcome what was deemed impossible. He could hear them, their muffled screams, their cries for help as he neared the end, bracing himself to meet the fair damsels in need of their hero.

The storm still raged, almost as relentless as Adam's heart was hardened. The rain washed away the blood that soaked his hands, the tears that escaped the corners of his eyes, and the doubts melting away like wisps of a long forgotten trauma.

Thunder roared, circling the sky above as flashes of lightning pierced the clouds and struck more parts of the structure, decimating it further. Yet it did little to impede the hero's journey towards the top. Adam steeled himself, resolving his mind, and steadying his heart for the inevitable encounter.

At the same time, within the confines of the enclosed space, of the highest spire that could pierce the heavens, two maidens were evidently worried and outright panicking at the chaos unfolding.

"Apple, this is madness, and not the good kind either!" Briar exclaimed, her beautiful features still shining like a shooting star but was ladened with a startling darkness as she braced herself for another wave of quakes from the tower. She was wearing a different, yet equally dazzling outfit as compared to last night.

Despite her evident unease, she still managed to exude a lively charm, her brown hair cascading in large curls with pink highlights. Wearing a pink and black lace dress with floral and briar accents, adding a romantic and dangerous touch. Her look is completed with pink crown-glasses, patterned tights, and pink high-heeled sandals for a bold yet refined style.

"What the hex are our professors doing?!" She managed, her voice barely audible over the storm's fury.

Apple was equally as anxious, yet held herself with an air of regal confidence in the face of perilous danger. She's wearing a red dress adorned with intricate gold patterns, featuring layered, petal-like panels over the skirt that add a royal flair. Her sleeves are puffed and delicate, complementing the elegance of her attire. Fishnet stockings and red high-heeled shoes laced up with golden ribbons complete her ensemble, giving her a stylish and dignified look.

"I'm sure they're doing the best they can to handle the situation, Briar. Let's just remain calm until we hear more from them." Apple tried to reason, but Briar was too fearful to listen.

"Remain calm? Apple, this tower is literally falling apart by the second! Why the hex would you ask me to remain calm?!" Briar trembled, her breath erratic as the walls groaned and cracked around them. She huddled close to Apple, instinctively seeking comfort in her presence. The ground shook beneath them again, and debris rained down from the ceiling. The girls shielded themselves as best they could, but it was clear that they were running out of time.

"I'm starting to regret not doing my Princessology homework now." Briar muttered, her voice a weak attempt at humor in the face of their terror.

Thunder crashed, lightning tearing through the sky, illuminating the tower in flashes of unearthly light. Briar and Apple huddled together, each finding some fragile comfort in the other's presence, praying for salvation. Their whispered hopes became pleas, fragile and small against the wrath of the storm.

And then, as if in answer, he arrived.

Adam's bloodied hand gripped the stone balcony at the top, fingers slipping, threatening to let go. He clung on, his body a mass of pain and exhaustion. Is this it? His mind echoed the thought as he struggled to pull himself up, feeling his strength wane. He had come so far — he couldn't fail now. But even as he clung to that last shred of will, despair crept into his heart.

Was this it? He thought, wryly. Was this how far I could go? Is this the limit to my strength?

Adam dreaded, seeing how close he had gotten, only to have fallen so far. What will happen to him? To the damsels awaiting their hero? To the professors who placed their trust upon him? And to his classmates that looked up at him?

He didn't know, he couldn't know. All that was swirling in his mind was how much pain he was in. How thick the blood poured down from him. How much his hands bled. And how much of a failure he truly was.

Who was he kidding? He was never someone truly great. Always making mistakes and did little to correct his past regrets. How did he manage to fool himself into thinking that he was someone great? Someone perfect? Someone that was better than what he truly was?

Yeah, right. Maybe his enemies were right about him. About his deep seated flaws. His overabundance of wrongs. He was irrevocably, indisputably… nothing.

As he lost his grip, waiting for the inevitable descent from the highest place, he only felt the effects of gravity for a second before a hand held onto him. He didn't have enough strength to look up, but he could tell what was going on as he felt the hands pull him up with all their might.

It was ironic, really. The damsels he was meant to save, were the ones to save him first. Quite a twist in today's events. "Come on, Briar, pull!" He could hear a gentle, soothing voice resonating from above.

"I'm pulling as hard as I can! These nails aren't made for hard labor, you know?" He could hear the familiar voice of that enchanting seductress from last night as well. Although he still wasn't sure what to make of her advances towards him, he was sure to show his gratitude.

"He's almost up, just a little more!" The voice said once more, as delicate and calming as before. There was something strange about that voice, something Adam couldn't quite tell, yet it sounded so familiar as if he had heard it speaking at his side for the entirety of his life as a mortal man.

He couldn't dwell on it for long as the two girls did the impossible and managed to bring Adam up into the small room and out of the rampaging storm outside. They laid him down on the polished stone floor, lying on his stomach as he caught his breath. Adam could hear them panting from helping him, he was grateful, truly, and he was certain to repay the favor and let his sincerity be known.

"Thanks, you two, I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't come to my aid." He said, his voice was haggard yet firm as he tried to push himself off from the floor despite the agonizing pain tormenting him.

"It was absolutely our pleasure. I'm sure you would've done the same if it were us dangling over the edge." That oh so beautiful voice chimed once more.

"Nonetheless, I'm really grateful for what you've done." He started, finally managing to prop himself on his knees and pull himself up. "However, now it is my turn to save—" As his gaze finally landed on the pair, he felt the words halt in his throat, impeding his speech.

He couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't even utter a single word as his eyes landed on the Apple, with Briar openly admiring Adam from behind her. Yet Adam kept his gaze trained on the girl with lips as red as a rose, skin as white as snow, and was deemed to be the next fairest of them all.

It can't be. He couldn't believe it. He refused to believe it. But here she was. Standing before him, just as beautiful as the day he lost her. Is it really you?

Then, after a few seconds of tense contemplation and lengthened eye-contact, Adam finally mustered the last vestiges of his strength to utter a single word. To say the name lingering on his tongue.

"Eve?"

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Let the game continue! So far, no one has yet to identify the story and parent of the newly introduced characters. Which is such a shame since I had added even more! Here is the updated list of OCs.

Jason Hill — Son of Jack and Jill
Julie Hill — Daughter of Jack and Jill
Laurence Bonecrusher III — Son of an Orc
Lilly-Bo-Peep — Daughter of Little-Bo-Peep
Leon Braveheart —
Eren Pendragon —
Finn Locksley —
Théo de la Fère —
Pierre du Vallon —
Armand de la Roche —
Catherine Purse —
Linda Lindorm —
Whitney Queen —
Péonie Pea —

Try to guess which is which to know what the future may entail. Do be informed that some character's stories and parents are much easier to figure out than the others which means the scale of the spoiler will depend on the level of obscurity of a character's origins.