《Hans Westergaard》

I listen to Hazel as she tells me about her dream. There's a bit of fear in her eyes, although I'm not sure why. She's genuinely worried about this dream. "Where'd it come from?" Hazel asks me, her emerald-green eyes full of tears. I think about my answer before I respond; I go by the phrase "think before you speak."

"I think that it means that you may go to Auradon one day. You may meet the princess," I say. Hazel relaxes, and her smile returns. Hazel is one of the few girls here on the Isle who can make you say "wow." That's proof that she's my daughter. That, and the fact that people run in fear from her.

Hazel hugs me tightly. I hug her back. I'm instantly reminded of the times when she held onto me after a nightmare. She's still my little girl. I recall that quote about a father and daughter: "A daughter may outgrow your lap but she'll never outgrow your heart."

I kiss Hazel's head softly, and she giggles. Hubert comes up to the window and taps the glass. Hazel goes and chases him playfully. I can hear their laughter, and it makes me smile. It reminds me of when they were little kids.

My grin disappears when I remember how scared she was when Unity Hook began to bully her. My little girl came home with new bruises and scars every day. Unity got to Hubert as well, and he ran to our castle, bleeding. That's when Hazel and Hubert became like siblings. I became like Hubert's foster father.

We became a family. That's rare here on the Isle. I've been here long enough to know that. My own family wasn't like a family to me. Hazel is my daughter by blood, and Hubert is like a son to me.