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𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 2: 𝓞𝓾𝓻 𝓕𝓾𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮

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"As much fun as that was, we need to go pick up Red." Amor stood from his chair and leaped down from the table.

"Tell her the crew said thanks again for decorating our scabbards!" Uma gave a quick wave before returning to her work. Amor nodded as he exited Ursula's restaurant.

"Is it time already?" Harry broke away from Gil and skipped down the steps to stop beside Amor.

"Yeah, Red's probably wondering where I am." Amor nodded, stretching his arms before letting them fall back to his sides.

"Then what are we waitin' for?" Harry asked, his Scottish accent thickening with anticipation.

Amor shot Gil a small smile before pulling Harry along down the market street.

Bystanders began to part, creating a pathway for the formidable duo as they sprinted through the bustling market. Harry, with his menacing reputation and sometimes erratic behavior, was a feared figure on the Isle. His unpredictable nature and tendency to threaten with his hook made him a daunting presence. Only a few could manage him as well as Uma, Red, Harriet, CJ, and most of all, Amor.

Harriet and CJ would lay down their lives for their brother just as he would for them. Captain Hook had instilled in them a vital lesson: family was worth more than any treasure. Harry's love for Amor was something deeper and more profound than any hero's tale or story from Auradon. Their bond was destined to last beyond this world, existing across all universes, unbreakable and eternal.

The Isle's fear of Amor stemmed not just from his formidable army or his mother's tyrannical reputation. It was rooted in his boundless ambition and the spark of magic he possessed. The concept of "impossible" was meaningless to him; it was merely an excuse.

Though his magic was insufficient to tear down barriers or open portals, it was potent enough to command respect and enforce discipline. The spark's unpredictability, exacerbated by his confinement in a magic-suppressing prison, added to his formidable reputation.

Amor was born with Wonderland magic, often referred to in Auradon as Chaos magic. Every resident of Wonderland had a unique ability, much like the Cheshire Cat's ability to appear and disappear at will. His mother believed that Amor could surpass even Maleficent and the Fairy Godmother in power, and possibly even Merlin if he became skilled enough. Amor shared this belief, acknowledging that true Wonderland magic eclipsed fae and typical magic.

"I swear, if Red isn't ready by the time we get there, she'll be walking home alone," Amor murmured. Harry laughed, twirling Amor around as they approached Lady Tremaine's salon.

Both Amor and Harry knew this threat was more jest than reality. Amor was well aware that Red could defend herself, but he still disliked the idea of her roaming alone.

The same concern extended to Celia and Dizzy; Amor preferred them in groups for their safety. Even though they usually traveled in threes, no one would dare harm them. Amor, who considered Celia and Dizzy his little sisters, he'd go to great lengths to protect his family.

"It's bout tea time, isn't it?" Harry noted as the salty sea breeze began to dissipate, replaced by the city's air.

"Yep, time to catch up on the latest gossip about the villains." Their laughter echoed through the alleyways they used as shortcuts. "Who knew combining a bakery and a hair salon would be the hotspot for drama?"

"I'd spill my darkest secrets for a tart from the Royal Crusts and Curls."

"You did, actually. On our third date," Amor recalled with a smile. They had sneaked into Dragon Hall's graveyard for a picnic, a task made easier by Amor's mother being a teacher there. "I offered to make dessert and have been obliged to continue doing so every day since."