Adam the First (Ancient)

The Paths We Pave

I feel like I have to answer a few questions;

1.) I understand how a few of you may not find this version of Adam suitable in the context of Ever After High and as the perfect representation of the First Man. But rest assured, he will change into the Adam more befitting of his title and will become a pillar that many will lean on when they need it most.

2.) Adam's relationships are mostly friendly for now. I have already settled for who would be endgame, and if you're reading this on AO3, then you already know because of the tags.

3.) Will there be songs? Yes, yes, there are. In fact, the songs will become pivotal turning points of this story, so look forward to that!

4.) Adam is revealed to be a teenager in this story, yet still mentally the 10,000-year-old hermit he was during his battle against the heathens.

5.) Hazbin Hotel characters will pop up now and then. Mostly to help build and develop Adam's character, while becoming hazards that the whole of Ever After will soon face.

6.) Don't get used to how long this chapter is and the next one after. Just didn't feel like separating them into two and felt it best to compile them into one chapter instead.

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Adam wrestled with the relentless barrage of questions gnawing at his mind. Each one threatened to pull him deeper into a pit of despair if he didn't regain control. He forced himself to take a deep breath, willing his frantic thoughts to quiet down.

"Calm down, relax, be cool," he whispered to himself, like a mantra desperately clung to in a storm. His breath gradually slowed, and though his heart still pounded in his chest, the frantic edge to his panic began to fade. The shock was still written all over his face, but he was beginning to feel a fragile stability return.

A deep sigh escaped his lips as he tilted his head back, eyes searching the endless expanse of blue above. "Father... what am I supposed to do now?" His voice was barely a whisper, carried away by the gentle breeze, as he sought an answer from the heavens.

Lost in his moment of quiet turmoil, Adam failed to notice the cluster of youthful students watching him from a distance. Their whispers echoed across the sprawling schoolyard, a low hum of curiosity and speculation. The weight of their stares pressed down on him, a reminder of just how out of place he was.

What were they saying about him? Was it his strange behavior, hunched over the fountain like a man on the brink? Or was it his sudden, unannounced presence among the throngs of students that sparked their intrigue?

But it wasn't what Adam feared. Instead, they were captivated by something else entirely.

"Look at that handsome boy by the wellspring. Doesn't he look almost... ethereal?"

"His outfit is unusual, but somehow, it suits him. It looks natural and clean."

"He's so rugged, so charming. I think I've just found my muse!"

The chorus of voices became overwhelming, a cacophony of noise that made Adam feel lightheaded. His pulse quickened, panic rising within him again as he realized he was the center of attention.

I need to get out of here! His thoughts screamed at him, driving him to flee. Without a second thought, he bolted from the yard, his legs carrying him far away from the scrutinizing eyes that threatened to unravel him completely.

He ran blindly, not caring where his feet took him, only stopping when he was certain he was alone. His lungs burned as he gasped for air, his heart pounding in his chest.