Adam the First (Ancient)

Wonder Comes In Threes

Welp, I've made up my mind. The chapters will officially be longer than ever after, like twice as long as my average word count. So be excited about the updates, but also expect them to be slower. Like every fortnight, depending on whichever story I'm currently invested in.

Quick note, I'm upping the crossover disparity to 80% EAH x 20 HH. Yes, because I revised the plotting and decided that many challenges and storylines will be changed to better fit the entanglement of destinies within this fictionalized world of mine.

Also, someone help me. I legitimately don't even know what I'm doing. I have no idea what made me write this chapter, and I feel like digging a hole and burying myself inside until the earth takes me.

Not only that, but I don't know a thing about romance, never really dated anyone, priorities, people!

Please tell me how I did after you read this chapter. It sounded so unlike me, probably because it's a sad reflection of a fantasy I can never have. Sob* Sob*...

Also, if you like this story, then be sure to check out my other EAH fan fiction titled, "From the Ashes." It's kind of a darker take of what a child of a God would do if they were ever to mingle with those of Ever After.

Anyway, moving on!

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Adam wandered through the dimly lit halls of Ever After High, his footsteps echoing in the quiet stillness. Each step carried him deeper into the labyrinth of his memories, his mind replaying yesterday's events as he recalled the location of the room that had piqued his interest. With time on his hands and the weight of solitude pressing down on him, he sought a distraction, something to fill the emptiness gnawing at him from within.

"It should be right down this hall," he murmured to himself, his voice barely more than a breath as he approached the Music Room. The grand, polished door stood before him, a gateway to something that promised both solace and escape.

The moment he stepped inside, his breath caught in his throat. The room, bathed in soft light, was a sanctuary of sound, every corner brimming with the potential of melody. Instruments of every kind lined the walls, from gleaming grand pianos to delicate violins, each calling out with silent promises of harmony. The air felt alive, humming with the energy of countless past performances, as though the music still lingered, waiting to be reborn.

His excitement bubbled up uncontrollably, a rare flicker of joy in an otherwise subdued existence. Without a second thought, he stepped deeper into the room, caring little if anyone else was there to witness him at this moment of raw excitement. He wasn't here for them; he was here for himself, to reclaim a part of himself long forgotten.

"Now this is more like it," he whispered, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in the sheer variety of instruments scattered around. Drums of every size, violas, flutes, and even a golden harp that gleamed with an ethereal light. Each instrument was more magnificent than the last, a testament to the grandeur of the school and its legacy of monarchs and royalty.

Yet, as Adam gazed around, awe soon gave way to something heavier. His eyes grew distant, clouded with longing, as memories of a life far grander than this flooded his mind. No matter how magnificent this music room was, no matter how expertly crafted the instruments were, they paled in comparison to what he once had in the Heavens. There, everything had been perfect. There, he had been surrounded by beauty beyond mortal comprehension, enveloped in a glory he would never know again.

He shook his head, trying to dispel the thoughts. It was no use reminiscing about a world forever out of his reach. "Make the most of what you have now," he reminded himself, though the words felt hollow, as if they could not bridge the vast chasm of loss within him. Still, he had no choice but to live in this new reality, even if it felt like a dim shadow of the life he once knew.