Morgian and Red were darting through the grand halls of Auradon Castle, their laughter echoing off the marble walls as they wove between tapestries and statues. They had just pulled off their latest prank—placing a gigantic, fake spider inside Elina's office drawer. The plan was simple: create a harmless scare and then watch the chaos unfold. But they hadn't anticipated just how entertaining the fallout would be.
Elina's shrieks pierced the air as she stumbled upon the spider. Her reaction was pure panic; she flung important documents at the creature, which only made the spider bounce toward her. With a final scream, she threw the spider out of the drawer, but it landed right on her face, sending her into a frenzy.
Ben and Maddox, alerted by the commotion, burst into the office. Seeing the spider on Elina's face and the chaos unfolding, Ben's own scream erupted. He jumped into Maddox's arms, clutching him in terror. Maddox, not exactly built for carrying Ben in such a state, wobbled and then crashed to the floor with a thud, still holding a frantic Ben.
From their hidden spot behind a large, decorative curtain, Morgian and Red could barely contain their mirth. They peeked out, eyes wide with amusement, as Elina, now livid, tossed the spider at Ben, who had fainted on the floor. The spider, which was actually just a well-crafted toy, landed harmlessly beside him.
Elina's anger was palpable as she noticed Red and Morgian snickering from their hiding spot. "Morgian! Red!" she roared, her voice a blend of frustration and disbelief.
Without missing a beat, Morgian and Red bolted, their laughter spilling into the corridors as they sprinted away. The sight of Elina storming after them, her frustration evident, only fueled their giggles. They dashed around corners, narrowly avoiding the occasional guard or servant who looked on with curious glances.
Their laughter filled the castle as they rounded yet another corner, and Elina, still furious, continued the chase. The chase eventually led them into the castle's grand ballroom, where they were momentarily trapped by the large, ornate doors. Red and Morgian skidded to a stop, eyes wide, as Elina closed in.
"Got you now!" Elina exclaimed, her frustration giving way to a playful glint. Despite her anger, it was clear she couldn't fully suppress her own amusement at the sheer audacity of their prank.
As Elina reached out to grab them, Morgian and Red made a last-ditch effort to escape, leaping out the nearest window onto the castle grounds, where they landed safely on a pile of soft grass. They looked at each other, their laughter breaking free once again as they rolled around on the ground, exhausted and happy.
Elina, who had followed them to the window, sighed in exasperation. "You two are impossible," she called out, though a smile tugged at her lips. "But you're lucky I love you."
Morgian and Red, still giggling, looked up at her. "We'll make it up to you, promise!" Morgian shouted, waving up at her.
Elina shook her head, but the smile never left her face. "You better!" she yelled back, knowing full well that their mischief, though sometimes exhausting, brought a certain joy to the castle.
As the sun began to set over Auradon, the sounds of laughter and playful scolding drifted through the castle grounds, a testament to the vibrant, lively atmosphere that defined their lives.
Morgian and Red's reputation for mischief extended well beyond the castle grounds and into their school life at Auradon Prep. Their dynamic was a perfect blend of Red's innocent charm and Morgian's clever plotting. Together, they were a whirlwind of laughter and chaos.
One day, they decided to tackle a new project: transforming their least favorite classroom into their own personal lounge. Morgian, with his knack for detailed planning, and Red, with her enthusiasm and willingness to help, set their plan into motion.
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Timeless Decisions
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