FABELN ACADEMY

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, the time came for new stories to be told. ( * mobile navigation ! )

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will the kink meme make a return as well? :))))

Well… as long as there’s ‘roleplaying’ among the kink meme…then it’s likely going to make a comeback.

- Mod Cheshire

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can i ask when the rp will open????

There isn’t an exact date but we’ll be opening around late June or so? We’re waiting for Descendants 2 to come out and then open just in case there are any changes! 

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i shall compliment: ITS BEAUTIFUL AND IM SO EXCITED AAAHHH *THROWS CONFETTI EVERYWHERE*

oh please im blushing omg ;vvv; im glad your excited deary!! if you have a twitter, make sure to follow me to have early access to a few things  

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are you guys going to reopen any time soon? i really miss this place : (

kJDFKAHS I MISS ALL MY KIDS!! COME BACK TO PAPA MARS ;;; 

i can’t believe i saw this late omg!!! well if you’re still around, be on the look out for ads but in the mean time you’re more than free to follow me @saiIorjaehyun on twitter for updates! - your favorite, papa mars 

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i see the new theme 👀

well if you’re going to stalk then might as well start complimenting too - papa mars 

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Please welcome [ AMELIA HEART ], a child of [ THE QUEEN AND KING OF HEARTS  ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ THIRD YEAR YEAR ] residing in [ #305 ] at [ SILVERMIST ] hall. They are  [ A MEMBER OF THE STUDENT COUNCIL AND BOXING TEAM  ].  

Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school. 

 amelia clearly didn’t understand why she needed to go, along with her brother out of all people. yet high expectations were still a thing and in order to look over a successful kingdom, one must be educated as everyone says. amelia doesn’t have the right, nor the energy to refuse her mother and ultimately decided to follow anyway. then she would lazily drop her shoulders in defeat, a little bit of whining included.this would give the queen the chance to flash and show off her children no doubt while amelia was previously told that her name, her face should be engraved inside them. to make sure that her sweetness and twisted words end up echoing inside their heads the moment she’s finished.if all of wonderland had considered her a nightmare, others found her to be an angel. they believed that there was only two sides to her but there was only more than that while no one knows which one of them is real. she imagines all the toys that she’d be able to play with, people to break and order around. at least at fabelin, maybe she’ll be able to take on a different kind of order other than the one she has at the kingdom.only she’s reminded that amelia wasn’t just there to mess around, but come back with a new mindset and have this experience form a different kind of princess that the royal court can more proudly show off; more mad, more insane. she doesn’t tend to think things through before doing but one part of her felt a bit of spark in excitement and curiosity while the other part was just utter dread, only just a little.

COURSES

FIRST PERIOD: chemistry

SECOND PERIOD: painting

[ STUDY HALL ]

THIRD PERIOD: ancient world history

FOURTH PERIOD: public speaking

[ LUNCH ]

FIFTH PERIOD: family and consumer studies

SIXTH PERIOD: geometry

BACKGROUND: 

Being the youngest child always had its advantages, especially in a place such as Queensland under her mother’s rule. Being completely mad, expressing psychotic like nature was often encouraged at the Royal Court. Amelia was really no different from the rest as she feels the comfort within the red colored walls, paired up with various black and white as their signature.

It could be sweet and utter bliss or the complete opposite.

Amelia takes everything as a suggestion and nothing more, ultimately doing whatever she wants at the end. Although as a child, she was quiet, only minds to speak when she had something to say, which was almost every day. Her smile was never genuinely innocent as her mind was more so filled with sociopathic thoughts and ideas that she rarely shares. Although Amelia was never really textbook smart, she’s more of the observer while nothing gets past her brown eyes. She doesn’t feel the need to boast or share the amount of intelligence she has, knowing it wasn’t much but useful. Mother dearest could always count on her youngest daughter to tell her everything.

She always stood out of Alistair’s way whenever he’d go on his murder spree. The sight of blood never shook her, rather she quite enjoyed the sight and the scent. Oh they’d ask what her favorite color was, and she’d answer red. It was the color of the roses that her mother was so quite fond of, beheading anyone who paints them any other color and everyone knew the Queen liked red on her roses and not on her marble floors. Amelia expressed words with a sharp tongue as if there was always a hint of venom swirling her mouth. The Queen’s maids and her guards call her a walking nightmare while she was mostly encouraged to do such things, even trailing along her brother’s path to cure her boredom and nothing more.

There would also be days when she remembers her mother dragging her husband around like a dog, proudly and easily overpowering him. It was her kingdom to rule alone and he’d only stand beside her, that was how it was meant to be, apparently. And so she eventually gained the habit of being very spoiled rotten to the core, using her appearance and position as an excuse for them to obey her, giving her what she desires.

She has got the worst case of a princess disease.

Amelia was too affectionate for her own good, but in a more so cruel kind of way, she’s too greedy. Yet still, high expectations was still a thing and she’s urged to follow after Alistair, self responsible for being educated. It’s a wonder whether or not she’ll still be around when it was his time, but for now, she was all too comfortable and all to content with where she was. While at Fabelin, being blood related with her brother, they already had initial thoughts before her arrival to the academy as well as assuming she was much nicer compared to him (which was true in some form). In truth, she was just as insane as any other Wonderlander, only less heartless.

Under her large facade that she puts on, she was more insecure than anything. Amelia thought it was about time that she flashed everyone how much she was really worth among students these students who were nothing more than ants underneath her feet.

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Please welcome [ SYLVANA CLAYTON ], a child of [ TARZAN AND JANE  ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ SECOND YEAR ] residing in [ #202 ] at [ IRIDESSA ] hall. They are  [ A MEMBER OF THE VOLLEYBALL TEAM AND PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB ].  

Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school.  

her father didn’t give her much of an opinion on the subject of school. on the other hand, her mother had suggested she try it out, see if she was willing to hang around those who aren’t different from her for once. although her mind was in a completely different place, her thoughts, her expectations weren’t the same. sylvana tells herself, who would want to hang around a girl who lived in a jungle from the moment she was born to now?“you’d have an amazing story to tell, i’m sure they’ll be interested in hearing all those stories.” oh, like the time she fought that leopard one time? her mother reassures her. her father places his large hand on her shoulder, easily lifts her while he playfully tosses her body on his bare back like he always does. nowadays, she had gotten bigger but that didn’t stop him.“she’s right. get as much fun you could get out of it. maybe you’ll learn to love it at fabelin.” he says, easily agreeing with her. they didn’t find the need to pressure her, knowing it was completely her choice in the end but secretly, sylvana did indeed wanted to go for the sake of exploring the new world. she seemed so, so eager to observe life in the cities… small towns and being around civilization could help her. her mother never expressed her minor concerns until now; warning her to keep her violent tendencies to a minimum, to speak politely and not recklessly knowing how blunt she tends to be. instead of you being cautious of them, they should be cautious of you. sylvana tried her best to calm her mother’s nerves while her father wasn’t all too worried, more so told her that it’d be lonely without her around, especially the chimps and elephants stomping in the lake every afternoon whom she learned to make friends with since four years old. “okay, i’ll go…” sylvana speaks hesitantly, kicking her legs around in the water where she stands. daddy dearest swipes her from her legs, hanging her upside down while her mother lets out a laugh to express her excitement.“okay, okay, you can put me down now, dad!”

COURSES

FIRST PERIOD: practical math

SECOND PERIOD: latin

[ STUDY HALL ]

THIRD PERIOD: digital arts

FOURTH PERIOD: modern world history

[ LUNCH ]

FIFTH PERIOD: public speaking

SIXTH PERIOD: environmental science

BACKGROUND: here is where your muses story up to this point should be told. really, you can put anything you think is important to know here, whether it includes their happiest moment, their greatest sadness, issues they face with themselves or their family, etc. let your creativity flow free and write anything you wish! the only thing we ask for this portion is that you write at least a paragraph.

they thought living like this was impossible. that there was no way that a single human could have fit in with a group of gorillas, raised as an animal, one of the family. if they knew, they’d be shocked at how far that they have come. people knew him as john clayton but those dearest to him now had known him as simply tarzan, her father. he had been the man who had been raised by a single gorilla since tarzan was only a few months old. the story that her father told her was cruel, frightening but there was nothing much you could do when you realize that was how nature ran its course, especially in the jungle full of predators and prey.

there was no words to simply describe a shattered heart, the loss of a child, the two parents who gave birth to you. no doubt that they’ve experienced that up close while her parents told her the tales. now fate had decided to bring two families together and make it into a larger one. jane and tarzan managed to bring in a baby girl to join their extended family and they named her sylvana and she was finally brought into the wild that was her “home”. she’s told that there’s various mountains big enough for her to climb if she tries hard enough, and she’s told that she’s brave enough to stand at the very top and know that she has conquered it.

throughout the years, all the way from the beginning, sylvana grew up fast and that was to be expected. it almost felt as though her childhood was flying by and yet sylvana could remember most of it. those little adventures she’d go on, occasionally obeying the gorillas’ warnings of the potential dangers.

she was definitely human, last time they checked but she was still wild. at least placing her into school will keep her from getting mauled by leopards or stopped on by giant elephants, they said. but like a human living in the wild, sylvana was not normal, not ever normal, but at least she wanted to attempt to see how they lived, how humans acted around such an environment while this was only her first time. they won’t like her, they’ll think she’s strange, different.

“sylvana, you have something to teach them, as they have things they could teach you too.” her mother tried to settle her nerves, and sylvana knew that her mother was right while her father tells her how all the wild ones have fun. that had been the opposite of what her mother told her and saying how awkward it’d be for those around her. sylvana’s world has always been a little chaotic, a bit loud and occasionally it was quiet but she didn’t mind it at all. the wild was now apart of her and those inhabited had been her family. they would cast her out as they weren’t always used to a human by their side but sylvana learned never to back down and courage herself to always try the impossible.

now she’s in a new environment, out of the jungle while she had a lot more to learn. whatever they considered as rude or rather impolite and strange, sylvana found herself doing it. she speaks her mind honestly, her quick reflexes and impulsive behavior would be responsible for her fist “accidentally” be connected to someone else’s face. some would find that her violent tendencies and her naivety as endearing while most would just find it as a threat. sylvana wouldn’t blame them, she was too shameless.

nonetheless, she was going to make the best out of attending fabelin.

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Please welcome [ ARISTIDE LEGUME ], also known as [ ARIS ] a child of [ GASTON ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ THIRD YEAR ] residing in [ #305 ] at [ SILVERMIST ] hall. They are  [ A MEMBER OF THE TRACK TEAM, DRAMA CLUB AND BOXING. ].  

Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school.  

“But father— “ his voice came out in that of a groan, chin lifting high in the air as his eyes narrowed at the taller man he had been trying to bargain with, “Why exactly can’t I go? Simply because you don’t like it? That’s hardly a reason, pathetic, really.” Aristide had grown tired of the fighting, tired of being polite and trying to reason, he simply didn’t have it in his anymore.“If I were you I would watch your tone, boy, I brought you into this world!” 

his father replied with a quirked brow, chest poked out in an attempt to size his own son up, “It isn’t what’s best for you, you’re to stay in the school I went to when I was your age, it will do you some good, help you shape up! You’ve been slacking lately; have you been eating your eggs? You know, when I was your age I ate four dozen a—“ with the dismissive wave of a hand, his son finished for him.“Four dozen eggs a morning, I know. You’ve told this story a million times, father, and really, I’m tired of hearing it.”It’s not that he expected to get what he wanted in the attitude he had been giving his father, in reality, Aris knew he was out of line and he knew even more that it wasn’t best to anger his father—it only ended in yelling and an obnoxiously long story about how once upon a time, the entire town respected him, loved him, looked up to him; he shouldn’t have to take an attitude from an angst-ridden teenager!

“Look,” Aris begun, inhaling deeply and pinching the bridge of his nose, “Just hear me out, father!”With the tilt of a head and a thick, bushy brow quirking, he simply nodded. “Hurry this up, I haven’t got all day and you’re beginning to bore me.”“Don’t you know who goes to this school, father?” he asked, voice falling quiet as he leaned in and caught his father’s attention, 

“Why, it’s that Samuel boy. You know, the son of that beast?”  Aris knew how to persuade his father, how to manipulate him into getting the things he would want… he had learned from the best, after all.“They have parent days, and if I were to…go to this school, you just might run into Belle, and even better, I could do so much better than him father, I could outshine him in anything, you’ve said it yourself. I could crush him, if you would just allow me this one thing, I would-“ it was his father’s turn to hold a finger up dismissively, pinching his cleft chin and letting his eyes wander up as he grew lost in thought.

“I will allow you to go, but you must promise me one thing.” He finally replied, a wicked smirk creeping upon his aging features, “You show those students who you are, you show them what a Legume can truly do, and-“ he paused, smirk falling to a grin, “You show him who truly deserves to be king.”

COURSES: 

FIRST PERIOD: Theater and Drama

SECOND PERIOD: Weight Training

[ STUDY HALL ]

THIRD PERIOD: Biology

FOURTH PERIOD: Advanced Composition

[ LUNCH ]

FIFTH PERIOD: Modern World History

SIXTH PERIOD: Algebra

BACKGROUND: “Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend.”

        I.            In a perfect life, the people in the town would line up down the streets…Hope glistening in their eyes, feet tapping in anticipation at the thought of meeting the first son of Sir Gaston Legume. In a perfect life, the mother and father would greet the towns people gleefully, they would wave and graciously accept the many gifts left at their feet in honor of the newest edition to the Legume family; but this life was far from perfect, you got what you were given and you had no choice but to accept it and move on. The birth of Aristide Legume was nothing spectacular in a town dedicated to their King and his wife; let alone the first born of the man who had once tried to kill the king himself in a desperate attempt at winning the beauty. People didn’t line up and down the streets awaiting to see the boy with gifts in their hands, they simply turned their noses up and went on with their life, awaiting the birth of the little prince to be.

      II.             “Don’t worry about that little beast,” his father would say, a ridiculous grin on his face as he swept his son into his arms, “With a curse like that, a strapping boy like you could outshine him in anything! Just follow as I say, watch how your old man does it and the towns people will be all over you the way they once were me!”  This was drilled into his head consistently from a young age, the years he’d spent learning how to function, soaking up information like a sponge, it was drilled into his head that he would be the best, that he had to be the best. So this was how he grew up, constantly watching the people of the town swoon and sway over every little move the prince boy would make- Aris would do his best to do it first, to do it better.

    III.            As Aris grew, his father did his best to mold him into everything he could wish for in a son. He was taught to hunt, taught to woo, taught to impress, he was a natural charm like his father- yet he still went unnoticed. In the town, at school, wherever he went, all he would hear about was the King and his wife and their perfect boy, everything he should have had, everything he deserved, he had to watch another person get it all handed to him from the sidelines. On top of the beginning struggle with his self-worth, life in his home was far from what a child should have. There was no familial love, there was no affection; his father could barely stand his mother and the only time he was praised was when he did something just as his father had told him to. He experienced all of the negatives of his parents’ relationship alongside the both of them, if you could even call it a relationship. There were fights, there was screaming, his father held no respect for his mother and would treat her like a silly trophy he could pull out when he wanted to brag. His mother, she had no self-respect—she allowed her husband to treat her like dirt on his shoes and only clung to him the more he pulled away. It was no marriage, it was simply a woman and a man living together in a desperate attempt at looking like they mattered within the town.

   IV.            Aris found it hard to grow close to either of his parents, his father constantly trying to tell him ways to better himself, telling him how to act, what to do, throwing it in his face that he would never be “number one” if he wasn’t just like him. His mother only nagged and attached herself to Gaston, Aris hated every minute of it. Still, as much as he began to resent who his father was, he still shared his genes, and he still shared a mutual hatred for the royalty of the town. It was no surprise that this hatred, that this inner desire to be better took over his life and who he was as a person, it was all he knew at this point. After spending so many years in school watching everybody swarm around the beast, he grew tired of the other getting all of the attention he could, of the other doing better than him at everything. After staging a scene with some of the other children in his school, Aris hid in the shadows and watched as the other was bullied and beaten until he was finally forced to leave the school.  

Soon after, Aris became that of a popular boy within his classmates, he wasn’t forced to look at that ugly little beast anymore, and for the shortest time, he felt good enough.

     V.            Still, there was never a good enough in a town where your father—your family was a joke. It didn’t take long for things to go back to the way they were, for people to overlook Aris and for his world to go back to crumbling. His teenage years were the worst, the fighting in his home only grew, it seemed as though everything just flew downhill. He just didn’t get it, he was strapping, he was handsome, he could hunt just like his father, he was everything a town could want for a hero and yet he still felt in his heart like he would never be good enough. His father had lost faith within him, had given up on his ideal son. He simply didn’t cut it; this was never the life his father had imagined. Gaston should have gotten the girl, he should have married her from the beginning and begun the life he so righteously deserved, and yet he was stuck with a wife he didn’t love and a son who would never add up.

   VI.            Eventually, Aris wanted an escape, a chance to start over, a chance to begin somewhere his name wasn’t shunned and looked down upon. He wanted a chance to prove himself, and shortly after discovering about the academy the prince himself had gotten himself into, it only made Aris strive to go more, to do better, to woo the students and teachers and finally get the revenge he deserved—but most of all, it was finally an escape from home.

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Please welcome [ VERAROSE EISER ], also known as [ VERA ] a child of [ THE WICKED WITCH OF THE EAST ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ THIRD YEAR ] residing in [ #307 ] at [ SILVERMIST ] hall. They are  [A MEMBER OF THE STUDENT COUNCIL AND CO-CAPTAIN FOR THE VOLLEYBALL TEAM ].  

Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school. 

The wondrous grins of the students passing through the gates makes Vera gag. Disdain paints her whole mood as she mourns another year of her powers being taken away, wasted to sit idly, boiling in her veins. At times, well, most times, she regrets deciding to come here at all.

But mother taught her that one must finish what they started. And Vera had long planted her history, her roots into this school by the end of first year. Yes, they pointed at the one who no longer had a mother. They heard of her wickedness, the blood she spilled, and the people she ruled. Vera intends to do the same.

It was such an insane thought that villains and heroes could coexist under one body in harmony. It was hilarious even. Vera was told that there was much she could learn from attending. That it would be good for her. She could be a great of a ruler as her mother was, maybe even better. “Pity for the other students who come by you though.” Yes, pity. Because Vera had swore long ago that there was nothing good in this world anymore. Nothing left to learn from people, for they were all the same. They all held wickedness whether they knew it or not. “Heroes.” Such bullshit. So she threw caution to the wind. There was nothing left to lose, when you had lost it all. There’s only everything to gain.

COURSES:

FIRST PERIOD: chemistry

SECOND PERIOD: fibers

[ STUDY HALL ]

THIRD PERIOD: government and politics

FOURTH PERIOD: public speaking

[ LUNCH ]

FIFTH PERIOD: free period

SIXTH PERIOD: personal finance

BACKGROUND:

If you are told that you were born to have the world in your hands and everything more, that is exactly what you will believe and nothing less.

Mother tells you that what is rightfully yours, you must prove yourself worthy for it. That is how you know you were meant to rule, to ascend her throne, above the people because they are weaker. Because mother is a leader, so are you.

And see, mother tells you lots of things. She lures you with promises and rewards you with twisted words. Her affection is layered in conditions and quests that you complete with your blood and sweat. The magic given to you flows easily, stronger than the other witches you hear of. But mother expects more. And when you’re holding emerald lightning in your hands, trembling legs that collapse with ashened knees, mother tells you to get up. (”Never lower yourself in front of anyone, even when you are weak, not even me.“) But it is only then, does mother flash her smile, caress your cheek darlingly, and say “Well done, my lovely rose.”

(You only ask once about your father and you learn never to ask again. Mother teaches you that it does not matter. You will become strong with or without her, with or without a father, she will guarantee it. Also, the sullen look in mother’s eyes never scared you so much.)

They call her the Wicked Witch of the East. At the mention of your mother, the other kids cower near you and their whispers are haunting voices next to your ear in nightmares. But mother teaches you. She says that wickedness makes you strong, makes you beautiful, makes you confident. And it is true. All mother is, in her burning wickedness is strong, confident, and more importantly, the most beautiful woman in the land of Oz. Your mother shines radiance in her hues of green, finest silks and emerald necklace, sparks of jade and her silver shoes.

You were still young, still a child. Perhaps you were never innocent, but what was left of childhood was taken away. They say that she died a quick death. An accident, they say it was.  But you know that your mother was called out there, lured to be executed. Among the ashes and rubble, what left of her beauty were her wonderful silver shoes, stolen right off her feet. How dare they?! They took the one last thing left of your mother’s; those shoes are rightfully yours! And not a second too late, did they even feel any pity but a celebration of her death—even joyfully erupting into a song and dance! That is the moment you realize, there was no light in the world, no good witch existed if they were to so gleefully celebrate death—your mother, poor, beautiful mother.

You live under the wings of the Wicked Witch of the West. It’s days that you spend cooped up in the dark with your only light as the shining emerald electricity in your hands. Your nights are filled with the spilling of blood, bowing knees, and the darkening of your eyes. The whispers still haunt you at night with their song as a lullaby that keeps you up, but you’ve long run out of tears.

When the letter comes, you mean to throw it out. But something makes you pause. The thought of heroes and villains gathering together was utterly hilarious. Unbelievable. But what more is there to lose? There is after all, no real good in the world. Perhaps we shall see. Your legacy, your throne, your vengeance awaits you. It boils under your skin, festering, digs the depth of hatred and wickedness inside you. You swear that you’ll light the world in flames to watch it come crashing down, even if it means burning with it.

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Please welcome [ XIUQI LI ], also known as [ XIU MEI ],  a child of [ MULAN & SHANG ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ SECOND YEAR ] residing in [ #202 ] at [ IRIDESSA] hall. They are  [A MEMBER OF THE DANCE TEAM AND CHEERLEADING  ].  

Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school. 

It has been a few days since she started school but it was still taking some time to adjust to things. Nothing too difficult for her but it makes her wonder how her parents are doing, looking at her phone and thinking if she should give them a call before deciding against it. No, she was here to focus on her. It has not been long and she should not give in to missing them so dearly already. All she needs to do is to keep her busy, is what she reasons to herself. Though it seems that she does not have to call her parents for her mother has taken the first step in calling her, answering the phone call much more quickly than she would have liked. "How is my little fighter doing?”“She is doing well. School has been fun for the most part. I get a little lost sometimes but the teachers are understanding and welcoming.”“Have you made any friends yet?”“No, not yet. Have not had the chance to do so.”“Ah, then you must be happy that Wufan is there, aren’t you? You have someone to talk to until you make new friends.”Wufan? “What do you mean Wufan is here?”“He didn’t tell you? He is attending the school as well. Insisted just as much as you did in attending the school. I think he made the same points as you did on why you should attend the school. Ah, as expected of siblings. Wanting to stick close to one another." She could hear her mother talking still but she finds it hard to pay attention when her mind was busy thinking of Wufan. Did he come here to keep an eye on her? Or was this something he wanted for himself? 

COURSES:

First Period: Creative Writing

Second Period: Practical Math

[ Study Hall ]

Third Period: Modern World History

Fourth Period: Chinese

[ Lunch ]

Fifth Period: Aerobics

Sixth Period: Dance

BACKGROUND:

一

Xiuqi never understood the hate that comes with the princess culture portrayed in media or told about with great disdain in society. While she understands the valid points and reasonings behind their dislikes of such a concept, for her when she was still little, at the age of four if she remembers correctly, her father would make her a tiny princess and he would be her royal advisor. He would come to her with tea, and he would discuss the problems of the kingdom. Her kingdom, which was filled with an assortment of different stuffed animals. He would tell her that new people wanted to move to the kingdom, and ask her what they should do. Or he would tell her that the teddy bears and the dolls were fighting over the enchanted forest, and ask her what are the solutions that they can come with to stop the fighting.

He took the trappings of the princess culture and used it as a tool to teach her about leadership, civic responsibility, and compassion. Though, nothing less was to be expected from the great Li Shang.

二

Though, it seems that not everyone was on board with her father’s idea. While she enjoyed getting lessons, especially since they are the very same ones that her brother was taught, Xiuqi disliked the lessons as well for she couldn’t ignore the feeling that her teachers were underestimating her abilities or seeing her as a lesser individual compared to her brother for being a girl. Even when she was able to complete an aerial flip just as well as her brother, she only gets a brief nod and a “do better” while her brother gets never ending praise of the great potential in him.

She loves her brother dearly, her brother being her one true friend, her confidant, and her protector. Her brother, who would always allow her to drag him to town to get a new snack or toy despite being drained from practice. Her brother, who has never complained on the days she would sneak into his room due to a nightmare she had, readily making space for her to sleep beside him. They have been in each other’s lives for every step of the way and she can never imagine him not being a part of it.

However, she could not help but feel the twinge of upset when she sees him being more readily accepted by the elders than she was. And the worst part was, she could never have the heart to tell him. So instead, she puts on a smile and tells her brother that just like their father, he was going to be a great leader one day. She jokes that he better not forget about her the day he goes become a general and lead the army but is well aware that there will come a time where he would not have the time and energy for her, however, she retains her smile still and pushes those thoughts away for her as she attempts to ruffle up her brother’s hair, whining at the big height difference between them.

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It does not come to a surprise that her mother has taken notice of her pent up feelings, for her mother was ever so observant and intelligent even as a mother. It was during one of those days where Wufan was away and as her mother sits on her bed, waiting patiently for her to begin, Xiuqi finds herself revealing everything, remembering all the tears that she had shed in her mother’s embrace and how her mother’s gentle hands wiped away each one of them. How her mother held her hand in hers with one hand while the other stroked her hair, recalling the words that her mother has uttered and she still holds close to her to this day.

“A volcano rests on your tongue. Know when to blow smoke and know how to open your jaw and burn everything down. Buy a pen, a paper. Do not let your story be written by those people who plot to turn your downfall into their victory. They are not telling your story. You are. And you have full control of it. To have it be how you want it to be and be who you desire to be. Your fate does not rest on a glass slipper, on a white stallion or on a kiss: you are so much more than that. You are of mythical magic. You are of stories that mothers passes down to their daughters so that their daughters will realize and dream of being what they want to be without fearing anything and knowing that their possibilities are endless. You bust the seams off any princess dress. Screaming crimson and gold, blazing and bright as the sunrise. Breaking the dawn like an eggshell and I hope, my daughter, that the world is ready for you. For what you can do and what you can offer.“

Xiuqi smiles the brightest that she had in awhile and she thanks the heavens that they have blessed her with such a wonderful mother, muttering her thanks to her mother over and over again before she was silenced by her mother and is instead asked about her lessons, Xiuqi feeling the excitement she felt once before in telling of her accomplishments instead of hiding it away with time when she sees that it was nothing compared to Wufan in the eyes of the elders. She feels pride when her mother places a hand on her cheek when she was done and her mother utters:

“Nothing less expected from the great daughter of Li Shang and Li Mulan.”

四

It had been a mere suggestion from her teacher, something that her parents had thought about it but never acted upon: for her to attend Fabeln Academy. Her parents were concerned, how are they not for this was an Academy that not too long ago, began accepting children of villains accepted into the school? When their daughter would be so far away from home and at a young age? When the only scenery and people she knew were the ones that she has known for the past fifteen years?

“I’ll go.” Her voice travelled around the room and she could see everyone’s attention on her, being able to see the clear surprise on their features for they had thought that they had been alone the entire time. “It would be a great opportunity for one to learn and grow. I must experience new things and learn more than what is taught here for me to have a better understand of the world and myself."

Her parents made their protests but when they saw the determination in their daughter’s eyes, they could do nothing but give in to her. After days of waiting for her acceptance letter from the school and preparing all she needs for this new chapter in life, it came time for her to say goodbye, bowing to her parents and giving them a kiss on the cheek before she began going off into a new chapter of her life. It made her heart ache a little to see that Wufan was not there to see her off but she understands that this was now a time for her to be her own person and to not depend on him too much, taking in a deep breath and holding her head up high as she goes on her journey.

If only she knew that he was tagging along on her journey.

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Please welcome [ CELESTE KIRAZ DELACROIX ], also known as [ AME ] a child of [ ESMERALDA AND PHOEBUS ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ THIRD YEAR ] residing in [ #306 ] at [ SILVERMIST ] hall. They are  [A MEMBER OF THE FENCING TEAM AND BOXING ].   

Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school. 

They laughed at her again just like every other day because she wore those pants instead of the flattering skirt the girls’ uniform proposed. She had debated for once to go through with, but she stopped herself and refrained from grabbing the skirt that laid there since the very first day of the very first year she was here. It was better to be laughed at for this than for her scars. She did not want people to know about the ugly burns that never really healed. Although they were mainly on her back, there were a few on her thighs and she was too anxious to let it show.She sighed inaudibly.There were times when she envied the others who had lived a better and privileged life. She did not want the silver spoon that some had been fed from. She wished that she had the chance to grow up with her parents in the picture. She wished to have been normal that was the word. Sometimes, she cursed her mother for even giving birth to her. Where did those scars came from? Why was she hearing-impaired? Why? Why living?She sighed again.The finishing touches were only brushing her hair and wear very simple makeup. She was still slightly girly regardless those pants borrowed from the boys’ uniform. She breathed as she left her room making sure she had her writing pad (not everyone learned sign language) and her hearing aids (hidden by her hair of course). Another had begun.

COURSES

FIRST PERIOD: Yoga

SECOND PERIOD: Painting

[ STUDY HALL ]

THIRD PERIOD: Shakespearean Studies

FOURTH PERIOD: Creative Writing

[ LUNCH ]

FIFTH PERIOD: French

SIXTH PERIOD: Dance

BACKGROUND: Shivering in a corner of the bell tower, she had nowhere else to go. Once more, she had sought the divine protection of the merciful or merciless Lord in the Cathedral of Notre-Dame. No one wanted of a sorceress’s child regardless all she had done for the poor and the outcasts, regardless if she had stood up to Frollo and was unjustly burnt at the stake. It was not that the poor child was not born with any particular beauty – not to be unfair to Quasimodo who had one of the fairest inner beauties – the child had taken from her mother. Never once she knew her father, but her blond hair could have been what tied her to him if she knew rather or not Claude Frollo had blond hair during his youth (God forbid that the child was born out of rape). She could have been (and probably was) the child the captain of Frollo’s cavalry who stood up against the judge and almost died. His name was Phoebus. After all that happened, he was still on duty as captain and was making sure that the streets were safe. Aside from Quasimodo and the Gorgoyles, however, no one knew that Esmeralda had given birth. She died delivering her during the final moments. Quasimodo had been too late to save her. The fumes had reached her lungs and the remainder of her energy was waste to delivery.

He was not dupe. The ringmaster of the Court of Miracles who would narrate tales with his miniature puppet noticed the child one day who stayed far away in the shade while listening to the tales of Notre-Dame. She had this dirty cloth she used as cape around her while she listened intently to him. He who had been with Esmeralda for so long could tell with just one glance that the kid was hers. Esmeralda, the dancing alluring goddess, had left a shard of her existence in this world in a form of a frail blondie. Along with Gringoire, who had “married” the gypsy, they brought her to the court. No longer was she going to seek the cold tenderness of the cathedral. No longer did she have to hide from all.  Gringoire was a poet. He thought her all about literature in the best of his ability, because, see, the child could not hear so well. She could read. She could write. She could imagine. She dared not to speak out of fear she was too loud. Clopin, on the other hand, gave the little child a crash lesson on dancing, on whatever the gypsies’ called magic and on fighting. He made her a little thief and lovely dancer. She was a prodigy just like her bloody mother he dared say once. However, when people would notice the scorch scars on her body, they were inquisitive wondering if she fled her execution. If she was not the sorceress’s child, she was the devil’s kin.

The child born out of wedlock met twice her other maker she always thought as a possibility. Aside from the Feast of Fools, it was unclear rather dancing or begging for money was legal. It was highly frowned upon (not much had changed since the Dark Age by Frollo). Harassed by a few drunkards for some unsavory advances that went far beyond the typical performance, the child, who went by the name of Amaterasu, was saved by the captain who was passing by. Before he could ever notice anything, she thanked him for his kindness and ran away by the roofs. Her second encounter and the most significant one was during the Feast of Fools itself. Clopin had asked her to play her part; therefore, she danced for the crowd. It was an echo from the grave as her number was reminiscent of the one of La Esméralda. The captain followed the child who had been longing to meet Quasimodo and the Gargoyles that she missed dearly. On her way up, she only met the Gargoyles. She waited for a while and even played with the little miniature city that Quasimodo had sculpted out of scratch. The captain called her by her mother’s name (but not her birth name which she found out from Gringoire to be Agnes – her mother was mythical and shrouded in mystery). He must had said the name a couple of times though as he had to touch the child to make his presence known – she was near deaf and could only hear louder noise than the average polite volume employed. She tried to stay, but, fearful, she ran away once more.

Old enough to leave the nest, she left. It was not in wanderlust even if she wished one day to visit all the places in the tales she read if they were real. She left with baggage she inherited: her name, her skills and herself. With not a friend in the world, the unwanted was going to roam places to places just like the “gypsy” she was. She had always hated this derogatory name as this label had never been used fondly. She was invisible since she had no voice of her own to make herself be heard. She never had a good track of time, but she knew that she had long passed childhood since she bled every month and she had a chest or breasts. She was a “bohemian” without the caravan. On good days, she could find a place to eat, to sleep and to bathe. Those good days were rare until the God of Outcasts her mother ha once sung to saved her. There was a place that called itself a school or an academy that wanted her. She did not know someone wanted her. Yes, Gringoire and Quasimodo took care of her, but it was in memory of her mother as if they were indebted to her. The school was not indebted in any way to her mother thought. Her heart felt warmth she had forgotten over the years. Her eyes watered something she forgot they could do. The feeling did not last. It was as ephemeral as anything that could not stand up to time. As soon as she stepped into the edifice they called school, she did not feel wanted. The children went on with their lives, andso did she.

The breeze caressed her rosy face as she contemplated the moon. She had numerous odes that she recited quietly to the mysterious sphere. Her hands on her ears, she adjusted the volume of her hearing aids – courtesy of a knight she knew nothing of – and listened to the melody of nature. The child remained there on her own in her little castle. She had learned in her three years to embrace what they had named loneliness. She cherished being alone, because that was what a sorceress’s child deserved. She remembered what the Gargoyles told her once. They narrated in their quirky way the life of a lonely child who lived in the bell tower and who, one day, had mustered the courage to assist the Feast of Fools. The blonde knew that they were recounting the romanced comedic version of Quasimodo’s life story. He too had dealt with a lot. Now, she believed that he was, perhaps, a happy man. He was no monster even if he was born misshapen. She was no monster how people claimed. She remembered when she would cry when she would hear that she born on the pyre and, when everything had been reduced to ash, she was there. As if her mother’s had magic powers. She shrugged it away now. Numb was her heart. Silent was her voice. Invisible was her person.

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Please welcome [ ELLIOT ASTER BUNNYMUND ], a child of [ BUNNYMUND ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ THIRD YEAR ] residing in [ #302 ] at [ SILVERMIST ] hall. They are  [A MEMBER OF THE TRACK TEAM AND ART CLUB ].  

Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school. 

After living over a decade underground, it was more than expected of Elliot to express his needs of going to the outside. It took him a couple of years, his wish only growing bigger and bigger, but his father always managed to feed the boy some chocolate and calm his wants for a few more days. It only worked until the boy started taking the chocolate but continuing to beg on his ears. “Please, dad! Please! Please!” Was his new mantra, and after too much fur pulling and lots of awkward break dancing, the elder came up with the idea of letting his kid go to school. Well, Elliot had little idea to what that meant, but it didn’t stop the boy from getting excited.He really only got confused when they told him to pack his bags. That was the first time he realized he ran naked all the time.

COURSES

Ceramics

Dance

[ STUDY HALL ]

Biology

Creative Writing

[ LUNCH ]

Painting

Geometry

BACKGROUND: Most of his childhood was spent painting eggs, running through the tunnels, and eating chocolate. He was the son of none other than E. Aster, the most famous bunny in the world known for fattening kids with pure happiness - chocolate. Elliot was one of them - spending half of his time decorating eggs with his father, and then the rest of it eating his hard work. Literally. It was almost routine since there wasn’t much to do underground, but he was not complaining.

The best days were when he actually left his home and was able to adventure out on the real world. Most of those times were spent on the other Guardians’ headquarters when his father decided to take the young one with him, and, though he would much prefer to go around the world and see new places during a time that was not Easter, he could only understand. Elliot was amagical rabbit, after all, and humans weren’t used to seeing those.

He never thought that a human body would be actually as nice as it was when he first got one. Human walking was weird, and their knees folded the other way, but after a week of struggle he liked to think he got used to it.

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Please welcome [ DANIELLE FITZHERBERT ], also known as [ DANI ], a child of [ RAPUNZEL & EUGENE ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ FOURTH YEAR ] residing in [ #403 ] at [ ROSETTA ] hall. They are  [ A MEMBER OF THE DANCE TEAM AND ART CLUB ].  

Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school. 

Dream school, just like how people would view Yale University as paradise on earth, that’s what Dani sees Fabeln. She had been researching and researching for months on end, practically touring every nooks and crannies of the school via Google Map- if that is even possible. It looks like a castle! And oh- oh my goodness, the art classes… and the people there! Mom! Dad! Pleeeeaaaassseeee. 

Her parents have always been skeptical of the school, seeing as they have a hard time letting go of their only daughter to live on her own at a boarding school, the decision has never been cleared between the two parties. She would mention the school every now and then, yet, reactions from her parents are never crystal clear enough. Until one day… The time has come and she needed to continue her education. With the help of her parents suggesting various of schools, Dani would wrinkle her nose and pout out of disagreement.

 “Nope, but hey… Fabeln- listen to me!” Cutting off her parents with a light laughter, as her eyes smiled along with her lips, she held up her index finger before holding up all five fingers midair, the other hand placed atop her chest where her heart is located. “I promise, I’ll take care of myself and I’ll let you know what I’m doing at all times. I promise, I promise I’ll be a good kid and I’ll ace all my classes. I promise, pretty, pretty, pretty please?” A hopeful look grew across her face as she looked back and forth between both of her parents, only to have them eventually agree to her attending the school. The only hard part now is the moving in process. And then the time comes… “OH MY GOD I’M LATE… Five minutes to get ready, five– where are my pants?”

COURSES

FIRST PERIOD: Astrology

SECOND PERIOD: Dance

[ STUDY HALL ]

THIRD PERIOD: Painting

FOURTH PERIOD: Shakespearean Studies

[ LUNCH ]

FIFTH PERIOD: French

SIXTH PERIOD: personal finance

CLUBS & SPORTS: member of the dance team & member of art club BACKGROUND:

She grew up in a loving family. That is the first thing you need to know about Danielle. Her parents radiated warmth all around the family, not to mention that she had two amazing grandparents– that she lost them to old age when she was at the age of twelve. Though, it wasn’t quite such a turning point. Danielle grew up in a family where her parents understood her, and they let her creativity flow wherever they’d want to go.

The brunette had a normal childhood with childhood friends that she, sadly, no long keeps in touch with. She grew up just like anyone else, toys and all the songs being sang to her at night before she drifts off to dreamland. It was almost too good to be true, it should belong to a fairytale. The mere thought of the memory would always, always warm her heart. Due to this reason, Dani had grown up to be a bright young woman, always showing a face full of smile from ear to ear at everyone.

With not much difficulties growing up (in terms of bonding with parents), Dani isn’t much of a rebel considering there wasn’t any line drawn for her anyway. She takes on the kind hearted trait from her mother and lots– lots of puns from her father. A bright little ray of sunshine in general.

Despite all the positive traits, Dani can be a bit of an indecisive person. This would always cause difficulties among her group of friends, she never really has leadership and she beats herself up everyday for it. She can also be quite oblivious to things, a child at heart… truly a child. She still lacks the ability to see the bad in people, causing her to trust too easily. This has always brought problems on her part.

And with all that, she wouldn’t fail to show you just howclumsy she can be– did someone knock something over?

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Please welcome [ ELIZABETH LOVETT ], also known as [ LIZ ], a child of [ THE WHITE WITCH ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ SECOND YEAR ] residing in [ #201 ] at [ IRIDESSA ] hall. They are  [ A MEMBER OF THE DANCE TEAM AND FASHION CLUB ].  

Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school. 

narnia isn’t filled with humans. it’s filled with fauns, beavers, wolves and other creatures of the wild. elizabeth is an exception to almost everything, and the fauns believed that it would be a good choice to put her with a group of people she could relate to. with everything that the family had done for her, elizabeth believed that it was time for her to learn how to be independent and live without the constant care from the few creatures that cared about her in narnia.and so she was off to some academy she’s never heard about, believing that the fauns had the best interest for her like they always did. It was difficult to go away from the only place she’s ever known. hopefully this place would bring her better memories and company. the place she called home was awfully too cold to her although the hundred years of winter disappeared along with her mother.

COURSES

FIRST PERIOD: algebra

SECOND PERIOD: shakespearian studies

[ STUDY HALL ]

THIRD PERIOD: physics

FOURTH PERIOD: yoga

[ LUNCH ]

FIFTH PERIOD: psychology

SIXTH PERIOD: band

BACKGROUND: the white witch’s daughter, a title that followed her forever, a title that she’s tried so hard to get rid of. but the people of narnia remember what her mother did ( even though she doesn’t ), and they all claim that she is secretly an exact carbon copy of her mom. that is, if you look past the fact that her mother was over 6 feet tall, and little elizabeth stands at a mere 5 foot 2. she knows almost nothing about her mother. sweet, sweet elizabeth was born right as the battle of narnia was about to begin; her mother gave birth then went out with much confidence, believing she could defeat aslan, but even she knows that wasn’t true because aslan still lived to this day, and her mother was gone. where? If only she knew. however, she knew her mother was not dead. no, she was immortal, and she was probably hiding somewhere until the time comes for her to take power again. but she wanted nothing to do with that mess.

a good family of fauns take her in, believing that if raised correctly, she would become nothing like her mother. they were partially correct. elizabeth doesn’t scheme against people and to her family, she’s the sweetest butterfly ever. however, they said blood is thicker than water, and it cannot be helped that there are parts of her that are manipulative and slightly cunning. additionally, no one can stop that tongue of her’s. a bit foul and a bit too daring, she speaks whatever comes to mouth. a wild child she is.

once a princess and now just an orphan, elizabeth learned to live without her real mother ( she didn’t want her anyway. the things she heard about her were all too awful. or so she convinces herself. ) and she grew up to become a fine, young lady. she’s still a bit impulsive, a bit wild, a bit unpredictable, but she knows how to make people laugh and have a good time. she likes to convince herself that she’s nothing like the evil queen her mother was, and she hopes it stays that way.

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Please welcome [ STARLIGHT LETTIE PENDRAGON ], also known as [ STAR ], a child of [ SOPHIE & HOWL ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ FOURTH YEAR ] residing in [ #403 ] at [ ROSETTA ] hall. They are  [  CO CAPTAIN OF THE DANCE TEAM AND AN ART CLUB MEMBER ].  

Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school.  

Star was playing fetch with the family dog Heen, the very old dog she was extremely fond of, in front of their castle on a bright sunny day. She heard the squeak of the front door but ignored it figuring that her mother just came out to air dry the laundry.

 "Starlight, my darling, there’s something I have to tell you.” Her mother’s tone was gentle.She stiffened, knowing that her mother only calls her full first name either when she’s in trouble or there is a serious topic that needs to be discussed. Judging by her tone Star could tell she wasn’t in trouble. Which would been a relief if she wasn’t worried about what news was coming. Turning towards her mom she nodded letting her know that she had Star’s full attention.What came next was the complete drop of her heart. Apparently her parents thought it was best for her sister and her to go this academy to further their education. And she didn’t want to go not one bit. Sure, she’s been away from home traveling with her dad. But she missed home even then. She would even more now that she’s used to being with the whole family.But she couldn’t let them know that. Even though she didn’t act like it she knew when to be the older child of the family and accept her parents rules. Star gulped and nodded, 

“Okay. It’ll be fun seeing something new.”Her mother looked shocked at her agreement so early. “Oh….ok. Your father should of informed your sister by now so go ahead in and pack.”  Nodded once more she followed her mother’s instructions. She wasn’t sure how this change was going to work out but one thing she was sure of was she was bringing Heen no matter what. 

COURSES

FIRST PERIOD:  Creative Writing

SECOND PERIOD: Dance

[ STUDY HALL ]

THIRD PERIOD: Pre-Calculus

FOURTH PERIOD: Chemistry

[ LUNCH ]

FIFTH PERIOD: Ceramics

SIXTH PERIOD: Japanese

BACKGROUND: Stars, the thing that could be responsible for her parents meeting, well more like a demon that looked a shooting star, but stars are more romantic. Without the fateful day when her father swallowed that star none of what followed would have happened. And that’s why when her mother was pregnant with her, her father insisted to name her something to do with the shiny object. It took a lot of begging, crying, and whining to finally get her mother to let her name be Starlight.

It didn’t take long into her life until her magic came in. Her poor mother had to deal with her father, Star, and pretty soon her sister throwing around magic here and there. Especially since Star inherited a lot of her personality from her father. Her magic came naturally and she couldn’t help but try to have the most fun out of it as possible.

But her dear old mother got some relief when her father went away for business he took Star with him. She was his little protege and was trained to be even more like him with a bit of Sophie sprinkled in her. She did miss home a lot, since she saw a little of it, but that changed when her father started training her sister. She joined in on the lessons every now and again and helped out to the best of her abilities. But mostly she was here, there, everywhere doing everything and nothing at once.

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UPDATE ON THE BLACK OUT EVENT!

It seems the event has really taken a DARK turn. While the ballroom was filled with giggles that lasted for hours, there was a dark force outside of the academy doors. And just like how Cinderella lost her moment of fame at midnight, the students of Fabeln felt a dread feeling wash over them. A high pitched scream was what set it all off.

The familiar clearing throat of the headmaster caught the student’s attention. An announcement? In the middle of the night? Impossible. Especially during a dance. 

“Students, there has been a break in the magical barrier. To anyone who has been affected by the barrier, all of these changes will be undone. The fairies taking care of these matters at the moment, but we are unsure as to how long this will take. In the mean time, there will be a shutdown in the academy. No student is to leave the campus, nor is anyone allowed on campus. If you find any suspicious activity then please report to the office immediately.” 

And with a click, the intercom shut off before all chaos was let loose. All descendants of animals will be changed back to their original form. All students who have had some sort of power in the past, will now have those powers again. 

aka tl;dr: magic barrier is broken so now everyone has magic again. all animal children will be shifted back so you’ll be seeing so many animals around. #doNT KILL THEM 

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Please welcome [ ALLEN WESTERGAARD], also known as [ AL ], a child of [HANS ]. Attending Fabeln academy, they are a [ FOURTH YEAR ] residing in [ #406 ] at [ ROSETTA ] hall. They are  [ THE PRESIDENT OF THE WRITING CLUB AND A FENCING TEAM MEMBER ].  

Give them a magical welcome! Let’s see how they react to attending the school. 

There is a certain school he’d heard of from his cousin that caught his interest, which he’d been dying to go to for a few while now. Not only the palace don’t seem like a good environment for him to study anymore with the family gradually growing larger, it’s also because he was getting drained for having a loud-mouthed father who frequently talks to him about power and his crave for respect, to which he gives no attention to.

But every time he talks about it to his father, the man would come up with several few excuses that dismisses his desire to go there, clearly disapproving the idea of letting his son possibly go to the same school as his mortal enemy’s children. Hans would make up dramatic stories about how school isn’t beneficial for princes like him, often trying to change his mind by promising him things he thinks Allen would want, but the boy only showed mere disinterest.

For all he know, Hans wasn’t going to let him enroll at the school no matter how many times he asks. When it seemed like his father wouldn’t let him go, he opted to run away with the help of his stepmother who’s more than willing to let him attend the school as he’d desired. “Just be sure not to befriend the people he doesn’t want to imagine you talking to,” she reminded him before he leaves while adjusting his tie. Well, it’s not like he was there to make friends anyway.

He can only mentally visualize his father yelling to the sky upon hearing from the panicked royal guards that he’s already gone with his carriage, waving a handkerchief at them as he makes his grand escape. Toodles, you losers.

COURSES

FIRST PERIOD: Modern World History

SECOND PERIOD: Dance

[ STUDY HALL ]

THIRD PERIOD: Psychology & Anthropology

FOURTH PERIOD: Shakespearean Studies

[ LUNCH ]

FIFTH PERIOD: French

SIXTH PERIOD: Personal Finance

BACKGROUND

A majority of his life consisted of him being countlessly taught to familiarize himself with what people think about his father. It’s the way to prepare himself for the world outside the kingdom whom probably has numerous questions about his entire existence as they’d never seen the young prince since his birth, having them set a certain impression on who he is as a person due to his biological background. Yet he wasn’t going to keep a visage of kindness and ideal appeal of a prince to ensure everyone loves him – he has no desire to be the next ruler either, much to his father’s complete dismay.

Hans thinks that if he couldn’t get the throne for himself, he’d rather have his son own it. Allen proved himself to be the more than eligible to be the successor of the country, being good at almost everything (or so they say), and Hans is even more thrilled to show his son off to the kingdom. Allen though, thinks otherwise, and feels as if chasing for the position in the monarch brings no use or benefit to him.

Your dreams are dead, father. Those are the words he’d always wanted to say to his murderously power-hungry father, but he could never bring himself to. Not because he was scared or anything as such, but he knows, the man would never listen to him. He was known in his prime age as the most ambitious person in the kingdom (with no actual end-results that bring satisfaction to him or the people) and would never stop trying to get what he wants, even if his dreams are dead and buried deep down under the feet of the kingdom’s current king who hates his guts. Allen knows that more than anyone else.

Being pressured like this was the reason he’d rather not be anywhere close to his family; and he had been wanting to get away from here so his father can select one of his half siblings as his next candidate instead if he wants to, for all he cares. He’d always preferred being in his own space anyways, doing things he likes without having to live the way he’s being told to, focusing on studying things he’d so eagerly wanted to study – and a school at a neighboring country sounds like a good place to go to. Anywhere as long as he stops hearing that loud, “Listen to me Al!” that echoes throughout the whole palace every single morning.