Fairytales (Neison) | DISCONTINUED

Chapter Eight

The light started fading and their vision was restored. Neil was still clutching Harrison's arm for dear life, and he wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon.

Blinking away the dots dancing in front of their eyes, they realized the landed in a hallway. It was mostly red and gold, with hints of purple. It was pretty empty, besides a few pictures of past kings and the other kid in the hallway...

Wait.

The other teen was rather tall, auburn locks reaching his shoulders. He was in a green and gold outfit of sorts, and the boys recognized him immediately. Before they could say anything to him, Tink spoke up.

"Whoops, we were supposed to land outside the castle..."

"Wait, so this is the castle?"

"Yes, this is the castle," someone spoke in a shocked tone. Heads turned towards the voice and they saw the other male with a hand on his hip. "My castle, actual. And I'd like to know what the hell are you doing in it."

Neil saw the crown on his head and bowed awkwardly. "Forgive us, Preston. We're-"

The prince let out an offended gasp, a hand over his heart. "How does this- this commoner know my name?" His voice was full of shock and fear. "Are you another assassin?"

Harrison raised an eyebrow. "Wait, another?"

"No, no! We're not assassins," Tink reassured, flying up to him. She did a little curtsy. "Nikki Bell, but I prefer Tink. I'm here on behalf of your fairytale and the sake of the fairytale realm."

The royal male bowed at the waist. "Prince Charming." He stood up and looked between the other teens. "How do you know my name?"

"We're from the prophecy," the scientist stated. The words felt weird coming out if his mouth. His crush nodded and bowed his head slightly. "The name's Harrison. And my colleague..." He kicked the back of his friend's heel. He followed suit. "Neil."

"Pleasure to meet you," Preston purred. "Sorry for insulting you earlier, I had no idea you were involved in the prophecy. Speaking of, my story plats a part?" His voice rose an octave.

The fairy smiled and nodded. "We're helping you get matched with your true love."

The prince's smile faltered. "Dammit, I told Gram I'm not looking for a wife!"

"Well, how 'bout a husband?" The magician asked carefully. They watched him tense up for a second, cheeks turning pink. "How... How'd you know my sexual orientation?"

Tink sighed loudly. "You don't listen, do you?" She snapped her fingers and grew to normal size. "They're from the prophecy! They know everything about everyone!"

"Well, are they from the first wave or the second?"

"For the love of Houdini!" Harrison shouted, drawn everyone's attention to him. "Can someone tell us what this godforsaken prophecy is and what the fuck we have to do with it?"

"Thank you!" Neil breath, fighting the urge to hug his crush. The hall fell silent, everyone exchanging confused and worried looks. Tink cleared her throat and spoke up.

"The prophecy... It says that something dark will come... Something worse than any fairytale villain. They will ruin all of the tales but three. Then, two rays of light will shine down on those three, and help them reach their full potential. Once they have their happy ending, the light will erase the dark, and peace will be restored."

They sat there, trying to process everything. "How many stories are there in this realm?" The brunet inquired.

"I think... Twenty-seven?" Prince Charming answered for them.

"Then how the hell are three stories going to make a difference?"

"Um, hello?" Their fairy friend motioned at Preston. "He's the prince- almost king- of this whole realm. That's pretty helpful."

"Ok..." The strawberry blond started. "But... Why us?"

"Dunno. Just consider yourself lucky."

"Yeah, 'lucky.'"

"Time out for thee, and time out for thee, focus on the issue or focus on me," the overdramatic male said calmly. Harrison just shot him a glare. "Ok, Mister High-and-Mighty."

"Ouch," he scoffed. "Rude..."

"He's right though, we need to focus," Tink growled. She turned back to their royal acquaintance. "Now, you're soon-to-be husband's name is Maxwell Flowers. But he prefers Max Forest. You absolutely have to call him Max, or you'll lose your chance with him."

He nodded slowly. "Ok... Is he cute?"

Neil rolled his eyes. "If you consider a short native american who is literally a ball of anger 'cute', then sure."

Charming's amber eyes lit up. "That sounds exactly like my type."

"Then this should be a peace of cake."