Peter sat on a chair in Merida's chambers, his shirt off and his bruised chest exposed. He winced as Merida applied a salve to his wounds and muttered a healing incantation."How does that feel?" Merida asked, her voice soft and gentle.Peter's eyes closed as he sighed in relief. "It feels much better already. Thank you."Merida smiled at him kindly. "I'm sorry for what you went through, Peter. The moment I saw you, I knew you were innocent, that you have a good heart."Peter's eyes snapped open in surprise. He had never expected another apology from anyone, let alone another member of the royal family."You knew I was innocent?" he asked, disbelief evident in his voice.Merida nodded. "Yes. I investigated the charges against you and I knew right away that they were just trying to pin the blame on someone, too bad you were the only one they saw.""Thank you, Majesty," he said, his voice breaking with emotion.Merida shook her head. "Please, call me Merida. And it is I who should be th

Miss Meridia stood at the front of the classroom, her eyes scanning over the rows of desks filled with nervous students. At the center of the room was a stack of papers, waiting to be handed out as the class sat in silence."Today, we will have our first exam," she announced, earning a collective groan from the class. "But don't worry, if you have studied and paid attention, you will do just fine."She began handing out the exams, watching as the students frantically scribbled their answers onto the papers. Peter, who had been studying tirelessly for weeks and in addition to the fact that he was an adult before, was one of the few students who seemed calm and collected as he wrote.Another student was Elsa, she also wrote calmly. Same could be said for Jasmine, but she had little doubts.As for Harry, he knew he could answer everything very easily as he beamed with confidence.Miss Meridia monitored the students for the duration of the exam, occasionally scribbling notes onto a clipbo

After Peter had won the tournament, he left the field and headed home, but on his way, a girl approached him and gave him a letter, then she ran away after that.When Peter opened the letter he noticed it contained a message of love interest. Peter shook his head cause he knew he couldn't return those feelings.….Since the contest for sword skills testing had passed, the students were asked to go into the woods to hunt as many beasts as possible and bring back their crystals. But they were sent in groups and in Peter's group, Prince Harry, Princess Jasmine and Princess Elsa were included.When the group was assembled, Prince Harry never liked the idea so he tried to complain. But the knight controlling the operation asked him to behave." Alright, you have till sun down to bring back as many crystals as possible, the group with more crystals would win the contest. But I warn you. Don't go too deep in the forest, for you might meet a very powerful beast. And If you meet one,get out of

Peter clutched his magic staff tight as he stood at the entrance of the dark and ominous dungeon in the heart of the woods. The forest was silent, except for the distant hoot of an owl. The air was thick with anticipation as Peter pushed forward, ready to face whatever was lurking inside.As he entered the dungeon, the eerie silence was soon shattered by the sound of growling. In the shadows, Peter could see the distinct outline of a large beast waiting to attack. Peter prepared himself, gripping his staff tightly.He closed his eyes, focusing on the crystals that adorned his staff. The yellow Crystal glowed brightly, as he aimed his staff at the monster. With a flick of his wrist, he cast a fire spell at the beast.The monster roared in pain as it was consumed by the flames, thrashing around wildly. Peter was quick to take advantage of the situation. He struck the monster with his staff, the green crystal glowing brightly as he hit the creature. The beast immediately turned into a pi

A while ago, Peter had been walking through the thick snow, his boots sinking deep with each step. His breath came out in puffs and his nose was numb from the cold. He had been walking for what felt like an eternity and he was beginning to think he would never find shelter.Just as he was about to give up hope, he spotted a cozy looking house nestled amongst the trees. His heart lifted at the sight and he quickened his pace, eager to get inside.He pushed the creaky front door open and was welcomed by the warm glow of a fire burning in the hearth. The smell of coffee filled the air, and he could hear the gentle clinking of a spoon against a mug.A man sat hunched over a small table, surrounded by stacks of books and papers. He looked up at Peter, a gentle smile spreading across his face."Hello, Peter," the man said. "I've been expecting you."Peter was taken aback. He had never met this man before, yet he knew his name. How was that possible?The old man stood up and walked over to