<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6c/26/33/6c26332bc8e8fecd9d702436a1ca3410--robin-hoods-sexy-men.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Daniel Coleman<br/><strong>Location</strong>Where indeed?<br/><strong>Wearing</strong><del>Red t-shirt, blue jeans, black sneakers</del>Grey tunic and slacks, leather armor, brown boots<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>The class; the newcomers<br/><strong>Extra Information</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Daniel tried not to judge the professor’s lecture solely on his initial opening words. To his knowledge, there hasn’t been all that much information or detail to describe the lecture, but Daniel has been sure there had been nothing concerning reading a bunch of fairy tales. Wasn’t there supposed to be something more to this? Surely reading from a book of Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen abridgments wasn't the only thing they were going to do. If it was, then high school extra curricular activities were getting incredibly lazy.<br/><br/>Still, he chose to give Professor Blake the benefit of the doubt, and he sat back in silence as the professor began to give his speech and read from the book. The man had an admittedly hypnotic voice, and Daniel found it fairly pleasant. At the very least this wouldn’t be dull to sit through, and regardless, as long as he still got his credit for this activity, that was all that mattered. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wouldn’t fall asleep, hoping something virtually stimulating would happen to accompany the professor’s smooth vocals.<br/><br/>Of course, he got more than what he bargained for when the room around him and the others started disintegrating, fading into an inky blackness that just appeared but felt like it had always existed. How he had missed this darkness he couldn’t recall, but perhaps it had something to do with the bright light that had appeared just moments earlier, blinding everyone to where they might as well be in darkness. It was a strange, alien sensation that Daniel couldn’t adequately explain, and for the first time in a long time he wished he had a friend in the group that he could find solace in. No one seemed to know what was going on, and everyone sounded confused and angry or afraid. The words of the professor still seemed to echo in their minds, making mention of some maiden with skin as white as snow, but other than that they were offered no clues or assistance to their current predicament.<br/><br/>Eventually, however, everyone noticed the mirror somehow “standing” in the darkness, and like moths to the flame the group was drawn to it, stepping through it as of it were a window frame without a pane, and everyone found themselves inside a strange chamber built with the largest stone blocks Daniel had ever seen outside of medieval castles. The group around him seemed confused, and he was as well. Strangely, he found something very...unfamiliar about his fellow students, like they all looked different somehow, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. Perhaps if he had paid attention to them better, he might realize what was gnawing at him. Feeling concerned, he tried reaching out to a girl near him, thinking of asking her if she had any clue what was happening...<br/><br/>...only to stop when he saw his hand. It was larger than his own, more adult, and far more worn. Hair sprouted in places he had never seen it before, and his fingers flexed with muscles he never knew he had. The calluses he had gained from drawing a bow were still there, only far more pronounced. He looked at his arm and saw the same thing: more muscular and hairy, as if he had become an adult.<br/><br/>“What the hell is going on...?” he muttered to himself, grabbing his face with his larger hands. To his horror, his face felt far different than before, a lot more chiseled and rugged. Whatever it was, it wasn’t his face. He was so stunned that he could only repeat what he had asked: “What the hell is going on...?”<br/><br/>Daniel was so preoccupied with his sudden transformation that he didn’t even notice when other people entered the chamber and started addressing the group, nor did he pick up when other students reacted to the newcomers. It was only when he heard a new female voice speak to the group that he finally looked up...and all at once he felt his discomforts melt away.<br/><br/>The woman standing before the group...she addressed herself as Snow White, and all at once the “maiden as white and snow” reference. She was also incredibly beautiful, far more than he would’ve ever considered. Hyperbole in stories tended to annoy him, so reading a fairy tale claim someone was the most fairest and beautiful woman in the world always sounded ridiculous to him. And yet, as he listened to Snow White speak and try to reassure everyone in the room, he found the fairy tales hadn’t given her enough credit. If this was what the Wicked Queen had been so jealous of, he would’ve believed it.<br/><br/>Snow White asked if anyone had any questions, but Daniel could only stare at her quietly in awe. She had a commanding presence that none of the others in the room seemed to have, and Daniel knew that if he was to survive whatever was happening around here, he needed to stick with her for the time being...