Everyone watched as Emily made her way over to Linus, a quiet new boy who always seemed to be by himself. He was thin and pale and short with mousey brown hair and a terrified look on his face.
No one really knew Linus because no one really talked to him. He never opened up to others even if they did talk to him. Yet apparently, he had the biggest secret of all.
Emily asked her question again, this time staring straight into Linus' eyes.
"Will you be mine, or suffer the consequences, Linus?" she asked.
Slowly Linus got to his feet. He sighed and began to speak in a voice husky with disuse.
"Ok, Emily. I will be yours. I'm terribly sorry for leaving you pregnant and alone. It's just that we seemed to connect when I first moved here over the summer. We slipped up that night, and when I realized you were pregnant I got scared. I thought that this was what I got for trying to be close to someone. I abandoned you, and I'm sorry."
They looked at each other with tears in their eyes.
"Come here," Emily said. Linus came forward, and she pointed a finger at him. Immediately a lightning bolt and thundercloud crashed through the ceiling, striking Linus and causing everyone else to scramble away in terror.
When the cloud disappeared, so had Linus. Or at least, the old Linus.
In his place stood a 12-foot-tall giant. He had a strong and handsome face with beautiful features, his hair was thick, wavy, and blond, including the light stubble on his face. He had a truly godly body, with boulder-sized pecs, 10-pack washboard abs hard as cement, biceps and calves like bowling balls. He wore a sky-blue toga and gold sandals, and a thin circlet of gold rested upon his head and upon Emily's.
A voice proclaimed, "All hail King Linus and Queen Emily, or King Zeus and Queen Hera." All fell down to their knees. James came forward and joined them; he was now their son Prince Hercules.
The royal family smiled.