Chapter Five: (Use Your Imagination)

"Goldi, what am I supposed to do?. He talked really bad about my Dad and you." Jason, who is standing up and sometimes pacing, spoke.

Goldi, who is on their increasingly soft luxurious bed, crossed her arms and had a reasonable facial expression. "You and I both know that the King is still having some major difficulties adjusting to the reality that his only daughter is a full fledged Ogre. Despite the fact that he should be jumping for joy that your mom is free."

Jason and Goldi were in their room wearing brand new royal full set pajamas that is white and have golden lines on them along with having the royal crest on the right handside of their fronts. Goldi wanted to have a serious conversation with Jason about the scene that was made at dinner and wanted to get on that subject before going to sleep. Jason, who still sides with his father, wasn't going to look the other way and make peace with it.

"Don't forget Goldi, he did call you a criminal. Despite from the beginning at the moment we met them, you said it yourself. You said that your actions are amateur." Jason resumed pacing back and forth. "Plus, I did not appreciate what my supposed grandfather called my dad a disgraced ogre by simply adopting me. How do you feel if he verbally bashed you about your adopted bear parents adopting you into their home and lives, even though you are a blonde haired human girl?. Be honest."

Goldi sat up straighter, her expression sharpening. She knew Jason had a point. The King had crossed a line, and it was clear the tension in the room had thickened. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice calm. "I understand why you're upset, Jason. But we have to consider the context here. The King is used to a very different kind of world. A world where ogres are feared and hunted, where humans are seen as superior. It's going to take time for him to accept me, and by extension, you and your father."

"You really are a piece of work. You know that?." Jason stopped pacing and looked at his girlfriend. "I'm going to use your infamous line, Goldilocks. Back to the conversation at dinner wasn't just right. It was an awful night."

Goldi nodded solemnly, her eyes reflecting understanding. "I know it wasn't right, Jason. Believe me, I felt it too. But let's not let one dinner define our relationship, your father's love, and what King Harold said. Like it or not, you and your dad are officially part of the royal family. We've come so far already."

"Actually it's me and Dad. You on the other hand...well dare I say it?." Jason wanted permission before saying it.

Goldi raised an eyebrow, "Dare you say what?."

"Say what I want to say. But I need your permission so that way you won't come over her and hit my head in." said Jason, looking cinesur.

Goldi's eyes searched for him, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I won't hit you, Jason. I know you're just upset. Now tell me."

"Alright, fine." Jason took a breath. "You just got lucky in finding the pot of gold that is me and now, one of these days, we do get married, you'll be a legit princess. In conclusion, you are leeching off of me."

Goldi's smile grew wider, and she couldn't hold back the laughter. "Leeching off of you? That's a good one." She wiped a tear from her eye. "But if you think I'm going to let that slide, think again."

"What do you mean?" Jason looked at her, his expression a mix of confusion and a bit upsetness.

Goldi slid off the bed, her own smile fading into something more serious. "Jason, I know you're hurt and angry, but let's not turn this into a fight." She walked over to him and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Your dad and I, we're a package deal. And I'm not just here for the title. I'm here for you, and I'm here for him. I love him, too, you know."

Jason sighed. "You know something?."

Goldi nodded, her hand still on his shoulder. "What is it?."

"Only if you knew what it feels like to be like me?. And I do mean being a moor. Cause you really don't know what it's like being an outcast." Jason spoke in pure honesty.

Next thing he knew he found himself being pinned down to the floor by a now pissed off Goldi. She clearly didn't like what he just said and she is showing just how in a physical way.

"You think I don't know what it's like to be an outcast?!" Goldi's voice was sharp, her right arm pressed down on his throat. "I've been an outcast since I was a little girl as an orphan. No one wanted me. Everyone got adopted except for me. You on the other hand, you were left on the doorstep as a baby and your father is willing to take you in. Don't preach to me about being an outcast."

Jason's eyes widened, and he tried to sit up, but she held him firmly. "Goldi, let go. You're hurting me," he choked out.

"I'm not done, mate." Goldi growled while showing her sharpened fangs. "Just because I fit an ideal appearance in the normal society, doesn't mean that my life is normal, fun and fancy free."

Jason's eyes watered and he nodded frantically, trying to communicate without words. Goldi's grip loosened, and she released him. He sat up, rubbing his throat, looking at her with a mix of shock and concern. "Goldi, I didn't mean it like that."

Goldi got back to her feet with a frown. "This conversation is over. I'm going to bed."

Jason quickly stood up, reaching out to her. "No, wait, please." His voice was soft, his eyes pleading. He knew he'd said something wrong, and he didn't want the night to end like this.

Goldi steps back. "Don't touch me. Let's go to bed."

Jason nods, swallowing hard. "Okay."

Goldi got in the bed and flipped the covers. "And don't you even think about touching me or getting anywhere near my honey hive."

"Honey hive?." Jason got in his bed.

"You know what I mean," Goldi replied, her voice muffled by the pillow she had turned her face into while laying on her stomach.

The room was silent, filled only by the sound of their breathing. Jason lay there, his mind racing with thoughts. He knew Goldi had had a rough life before he had come along, but he had never seen her like this. He felt guilty for pushing her buttons and for making light of her past. He had to find a way to make it right. Somehow.

Meanwhile back on the carriage while really not wanting to be in the current situation that he is. Harold was all extremely anxious in having this very serious meeting with Fairy Godmother that concerned his daughter and how she was rescued. Fairy Godmother, who has that calm feeling but giving off angered vibes in the atmosphere, looked at Harold plainly and started off the conversation by recalling.

"Do you recall my son?. Prince Charming?. And his faithful and loyal squire, Aldren?." said Fairy Godmother, motioning Harold to look at the two individuals beside her.

Charming, who is sitting beside his biological mother, looking very unhappy. Next, sitting beside him and by the window is Aldren, whose arms are crossed and looking highly displeased at the current situation.

Harold, who is now very anxious after seeing how much heat he is in, plays it off as if he was surprised to see them both at once. "By jove, I can't believe my eyes. Charming!. Aldren!. My gosh!. My word, it's been years!. How…uh…when...when, when, when did you two get back?."

Aldren chuckled with no humor. "You're hearing this?. He says when did we get back home?. Your greatness, shall I answer or should you…"

"Oh, I most certainly am going to answer this one, Aldren." Charming gave Harold a fake calm look. "It was literally five minutes ago actually…"

Charming then switched to immediate anger as he rose up and yelled. "After me and my squire endured blistering winds!. Scorching desert!. We climbed to the highest room of the tallest tower…"

"No, No, No, No, darling…" Fairy Godmother called him down and then quickly sat him back down with a sweet motherly attitude. "Mommy can handle this."

Fairy Godmother looks back at Harold and imitates her son's anger and body language, while Charming and Aldren just sit silently in anger. "They endured blistering winds and literal scorching desert!. They climb to the highest bloody room of the tallest bloody tower!."

"Yes, I know but…but…but…" Harold was cut off.

"And what did my son find after that long hard work in his journey to get to the Dragon's Keep?. Some laid back uppity wolf alongside his wife and child, who by the way aren't wolves but human, says that his princess has not only been rescued but…"

"Look, if I could just…" Harold got cut off once again.

Fairy Godmother got right into Harold's face in utter anger and finished with feeling. "Is not only turned permanently into the creature that is supposed to be broken by true love's kiss, but also she is already married!."

Aldren, who pulls out a yellow hardcover book, hands over the book. "Don't forget about this, Ms. Fairy Godmother."

"How would I forget?." Fairy Godmother grabs the book and shows it to Harold. "To top it all off. This!."

"W…W…What about it?." Harold pulls back when seeing Fairy Godmother in a hitting position with the book in her hand.

"Don't be an idiot, Harold, this book is written and illustrated by that moor who is currently staying at your castle. A Moor of all people!. This boy literally explained how and why he, that ogre of an adopted father, and that donkey got themselves involved in our agreement!. Someone recommended me to read this book saying it is the greatest piece of literature of its kind and highly believed to outshine The Arthur that is the one who gave us all the stories of fairy tales."

"And…your point is…" Harold sees Fairy Godmother pissed off a bit more.

"The point that I'm trying to make, Harold, is that it's all true in every detail and I thought that this writer has one heck of insanity of writing something like this based on in side summary." Fairy Godmother spoke before handing the book back to Aldren.

"Look, Fairy Godmother, I too am a bit surprised and overwhelmed by the fact that this book is actually true." Harold manages to finally speak. "And to be actually fair and honest. To make a lot of sense, those three must have taken the actual shortcut and not taken the long route. In conclusion, they got their first while these two got their late and took the longest route just to brag about telling an interesting story after living the tale."

Fairy Godmother both responded to what he said and stood up in a shout. "Stop the car!."

The carriage pulls into a full complete stop. This makes Harold feel a bit uneasy and even more anxious. Aldren grinned at him with a hint of what he knows what's going to happen. Charming smirked as well which made Harold even more worried.

"Harold." Fairy Godmother spoke while rolling her window while her bodyguards cracked their knuckles in response. "You forced me to do something that I really don't want to do."

Harold started breathing heavily on the thought of losing his life tonight. "W…Where are we?!."

He found his answer when he realized that they are literally pulled up to one of the fast food restaurants that Far Far Away has to offer. A woman in her fast food uniform spoke with a professional attitude and had a service with a smiling persona, along with having her name tag showing her name is Priscilla.

"Well, hi, there!. Welcome to Friar's Fat Boy, may I take your order?." She asked.

"My diet is completely ruined!." Fairy Godmother spoke in utter upsetness and then slightly glared at Harold. "I hope you're happy."

Fairy Godmother then turns to face the service girl and then looks at the menu with large food items and combos. "Mmmm, yes, okay, I'll have two Renaissance Wraps, no mayo… chili ring…"

"I'll have the Medieval Meal." Charming leans over and speaks up.

Aldren did the same. "And I'll have the Sir, Camelot combo with a large sparkle mist and large fries."

Fairy Godmother nodded. "Gotcha, also, let me get one Medieval Meal and the Sir, Camelot combo with a large sparkle mist and large fries. Harold, what do you want?."

"Me?. I don't want anything." Harold quickly answered.

"Come on, I'm buying. What do you want?. Curly fries?."

Harold shook his head. "Uh, no."

"Sourdough soft taco, then?. That's good eating. Or how about a pretzel pork chop sandwich?." Fairy Godmother recommended.

"No, really, I'm fine." Harold had his hands up. "I'm good."

Fairy Godmother rolled her eyes while paying the service woman. "Fine."

Once receiving the money, Priscilla hands out the food. "Who is your order, Fairy Godmother."

"Thank you, dear." Fairy Godmother responded before receiving a life-sized plastic toy axe.

"And this comes with the Medieval kids meal. Enjoy." Priscilla tells her before they dashed off.

"Thank you." Fairy Godmother hands it to Charming. "Here you are, darling."

Harold watches the three digging into their nightly food before being reeducated by the woman who isn't all what everyone thinks or believes what she is. And this is being selfless, caring, truly loving and not asking anything in return.

"Harold, I'm going to make this nice and simple for you as I can possibly break it down to you like we're in elementary." Fairy Godmother unwraps her wrap while swinging it. "You see we made a deal, Harold. A deal that dates back when you were penniless and all alone. I assume you don't want me to go back on my part. Do we?."

Harold sighed in utter defeat. She was right. If it wasn't for her, he would never be where he is as this does involve his wife. "Indeed not, Fairy Godmother."

"So, we are clear that Fiona and Charming will be together?. Regardless of the current situation?." Fairy Godmother looks at him in a serious tone.

Harold let out a depressed and defeated sigh. "Yes."

Fairy Godmother nodded. "Good. Oh, believe me, Harold. It's what's best. Not only for your daughter, your wife, your future grandchildren, the people of Far Far Away…" She took a bite of her food and spoke with a mouthful. "But for your kingdom itself."

Harold sighed in deep depression as he indeed felt like a slave to this awful woman. They arrived back to the balcony of Harold's master bedroom and got himself roughly pulled out of the seat before being pushed out. Fairy Godmother, Charming, and Aldren watched on in distaste of the old king.

Harold turns right around to inform them on the big issue of fixing the mess. "But wait. What am I supposed to do about the Ogre and his human moor of a son?."

Fairy Godmother, in response, tossed Harold her son's toy axe and gave him that irritated look. "Use your imagination."

After giving simple advice, Fairy Godmother instantly shuts the door and the carriage flies off. Harold watches the carriage fly out of sight while standing with unsureness. Still clutching the axe, staring at the moon, Harold knows exactly what Fairy Godmother is telling him on how to remove Shrek and Jason out of the equation and he doesn't like to take this type of action to solve an issue. But he doesn't have a choice. Harold had only one way to carry out this awful deed without getting his hands dirty nor having the breadcrumbs leading up to him as the guilty one, and that is going to the outskirts of the main area of his kingdom.

With luck on his side, when seeing Lillian turning out the lights while currently asleep, he grabs his hoodie coat and takes his personal horse before dashing out of the kingdom alone. He traveled far out of his beloved kingdom to reach the isolated place that stood within the woods and pathway. He is going to a tavern that is known as 'The Poison Apple'. This is the place and only place where certain people are welcomed and be able to enjoy themselves in peace. These individuals are in fact the villains of every fairy tale story including people who are indeed a bunch of scoundrels, losers, nobodies, down on their luck, super single and hopeless dreamers.

Harold jumps off his horse before tying him to the horse parking post before going to the thick wooden door and giving it a knock. The peephole slot slid open revealing an eyeball for a short second before closing the peephole slot back and opening the door. The person who is on the dirty door guard is in fact a cyclops.

"Oh…uh, please come on in, Your Majesty." He tells him.

"Right. Thank you." Harold said when stepping in with the door closed behind him.

No one knows this but before he was king, he was once like them except being a bad guy. He remembers exactly how the place looked. Multiple pool tables, poker tables, a bunch of people ranging from pirates to witches. He looks over to see the tavern's one and only pianist currently doing his solo number who happened to be Captain Hook himself. Harold pulls his hoodie down to keep his identity hidden and doesn't get any controversials started when making his way to the bar itself and sits down.

Harold clears his throat and speaks to the current bartender. "Uh, excuse me?."

"Mmmm."

A female voice got Harold's attention as he looks down at the individual besides him to see a female frog on the stool having a martini.

"Hey, there, handsome." The female frog spoke with a warm smile. "Do I know you?."

Harold quickly answered with no hesitation with a shake of his head. "Uh, no, you must be mistaking me for someone else. Uh… excuse me, bartender. I'm looking for the Ugly Stepsister."

The bartender stopped at what he was doing and turned around to not only face Harold but also lean down on the table. Revealing herself to be a woman. An ugly woman that looks like a man with small hair strains on her upper lip. This woman is in fact one of the ugly stepsisters of Cinderella herself. This is Doris. Her look has both surprised and shocked Harold but managed to collect himself and not offend her in any other way.

"Ah!. There you are. Right. You see, I...I need to have someone and his teenage son… taken care of." said Harold, whispering the last part.

Doris understood right away what Harold was saying and made a conversation. "Who's the guy and his teenage son?."

"Oh, boy." Harold relaxed before speaking. "Well, he's not a guy, per se and his son isn't what you call…unexpected."

"I'm not following." Doris spoke.

"Um…the guy is…well he's an ogre. And his teenage son is in fact a moor." Harold whispered, but somehow everyone hears the entire thing.

Everyone in that tavern stopped dead at what they were doing and turned to look at the king in gasped shock. Not because of the horrible mention of an Ogre or a teenage Moor, but they now can confirm that the book that everyone is now talking about a million times more is in fact true. Especially after what the word that was spread about today's celebration of Princess Fiona's return. Doris can see it made a lot of unwanted attention and manage to take control.

"As you were people. Resume your business." Doris tells them before looking back at Harold. Motioning him to come closer. "Hey, buddy, let me clue you in. There's only one fella who can and willing to handle a job like that, and, frankly…he doesn't like to be disturbed."

Harold leans in. "Where can I find him?."

Doris points to the direction that is located at the far right. "He is taking a stay in the room in the middle. Knock before entering."

Harold nodded before getting up. He walks over towards that door and knocks on it before entering in. "H…Hello?."

There in the dark side of the room showed a pair of green eyes that looked very upset at that very moment. He couldn't see his face and just only sees his pair of boots that had clay dirt at the bottom.

"Who dares enter my room?." He spat in anger.

Harold closed the door behind him and spoke in calmness and friendly time. "Sorry!. I hope I'm not interrupting, but I'm told you're the one to talk to about an...ogre and moor problem?."

"You have been told correctly, your majesty. But for this I charge a great deal of money for my full services." He informs him.

"Right." Harold pulls out a small heavy pouch that has the royal crest and tosses it on the table. "Would…this be enough?."

The individual looked at the bag and got up to pull out his sword which frightened Harold before slicing the bag to see the gold coins pouring out. His eyes grew wide.

"You have engaged in my valuable services…" He looks back at Harold. "Your Majesty. Now, just tell me this answer…where can I find this ogre and his moor of a son?."