Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution, the 10th Kingdom, blah blah blah, etc., etc. I don't even own the rights to Wolf and Virginia's daughter, because NBC and Hallmark Entertainment were the ones who decided to make Virginia preggers. I do, however, own the rights to Darla Carlyle and Chloe Winters, who are total bitches, but fortunately for the character Crescent Greyson, they only show up in this particular story during the scene described below, and I will try not to put them in any more stories, because I think that they're really heinous. Anyhoo, the rights to X-Men: Evolution belong to Marvel and Kids WB, and the 10th Kingdom belongs to NBC and Hallmark Entertainment. I made no profit from this, because I wrote it purely for my enjoyment and the enjoyment of others.

Summary: Wolf and Virginia Greyson have moved to Bayville, New York (the state, not the city) and have enrolled their fifteen year old daughter Crescent in Bayville High, the local high school. Before her first period class starts, the book she's reading gets snatched away by the most popular girl in school and her best friend, and a cruel game of keep-away commences. Fortunately, help arrives in the form of a boy a year or so older than her. Can you guess who it is? (Hint: when he's not wearing a hologram for a disguise, he has two fingers and a thumb on each hand, two toes on each foot, dark blue hair, pointed ears, and he's blue'n'fuzzy, with a long tail and eyes that are sorta yellow. Oh, and he goes BAMF real good.)

Italics= indicates emphasized words, words that are spoken in German (which won't be many, I can tell you that right now, because the only German words I know are mostly from the tv show, and I mostly guess on what the heck they mean), and what a person is thinking Bold italics= indicates telepathic speech I give this a PG-13 for the language, but it's nothing that kids these days haven't heard.

Let the story begin!

Chapter one

Crescent Greyson looked out the backseat window at the passing mountains, and let out a sigh. She was extremely depressed. Her mom's boss had transferred her to Bayville, New York, which was a good three to four hour drive from New York City. Because of the move, she had to leave her friends behind, and she wasn't too thrilled about that. Fortunately, she'd still be able to go to the 9 kingdoms whenever she wanted, because King Wendell, ruler of the 4th kingdom, had promised them that they would use magic to reset the mirror so that it would focus in on their new home. Crescent sighed again, and leaned towards her mother, who was driving the van.

"Mom?" she asked.

"What is it, sweetie?" her mother replied.

"Why do we have to move to a new place?" Virginia Greyson sighed and looked at her daughter in the rearview mirror.

"Because I got transferred from my regular job, Crescent, you know that," she said simply. She looked at her daughter again and saw the unhappy look on her face. She sighed. " Look, Crescent, I know you're unhappy about the move, but there's nothing you can do about it. It's just one of those things that you can't prevent, no matter what you do." Crescent pursed her lips and glowered out the window. She was silent for the rest of the trip.

Virginia glanced at her daughter in the rearview mirror. Crescent Greyson was fifteen years old, and she looked exactly like Virgina's husband, Wolf Greyson. She had the same mane of thick black hair, but she had silvery green eyes that he had, except that she had a spattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. Not only did she share her father's looks, she also shared her father's more...unusual heritage. She had a tail that was just like his, the same enhanced senses that he had, and she was affected by the full moon, just like he was, which hadn't surprised either of her parents, since as her father was half wolf and her mother was human, making her 1/4 wolf. Also, she loved to read just at much as he did, and she was especially fascinated by fairy tales. Virginia sighed. Wolf, who was sitting beside her, sensed something was wrong, and decided to do something about it.

"Hey, Crescent, wanna sing a song?" Wolf called into the backseat. There was no reply, and when Wolf into the backseat, he saw that she had her headphones on, and was listening to music in her portable CD player. Wolf sighed, and turned back around. If she wanted to be left alone, then he wouldn't bother her.

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Chapter two

"We're here!" Virginia annouced a couple of hours later, as she pulled up in front of their new house. Crescent took off her headphones and looked out the window. When she saw the house, her eyes bugged out, and her jaw dropped. Their new house was HUGE! Crescent scrambled out of the van and ran up to the porch, which was also huge. She gaped. This was where they were going to live?

"We're living here?!" she shouted to her parents in amazement. Wolf grinned at her.

"Yep," he replied, and Crescent let out a whoop of joy. She started dancing around on the porch, and then ran back down to where her parents were standing. " This is great!" she said, prancing around. Finally, she stopped and grinned at them. "Ya know, this makes this whole moving thing worthwhile." Her parents' grins grew even wider.

The next day, when the alarm went off at 7:00, Virginia got up, got dressed, and then went to wake up Crescent.

"Come on, sweetie," she said. "Time to get up." Crescent didn't move, and she could hear her snoring. Virginia opened the blinds, and Crescent growled, burrowing deeper under the covers. Virginia let out an exasperated sigh, and gently shook her. "Crescent, it's time to wake up," she repeated. Crescent finally raised her head and gazed at her with bleary eyes.

"Mom, what the hell are you doing?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. Then she looked at her clock. It now read 7:02. "It's only a couple of minutes after seven. Why the hell are you making me get up?"

"Because we need to go to the high school and get you enrolled there," Virginia replied. "And you'll be starting your classes today as soon as you've gotten enrolled, so be sure and bring your backpack with you. Now get up, get dressed, and get downstairs before your father eats all the bacon." She walked out of the room and went downstairs.

Crescent glowered at her mother's retreating form and then sighed. Then the comment that her mother had made about her father eating all the bacon reached her brain. She was dressed and downstairs in less than ten minutes. Half an hour later, Virginia and Wolf took Crescent to Bayville High to get her enrolled. When they arrived at the school, they were greeted by a lady. She had short brown hair, brown eyes, and black-framed glasses. She was dressed in a dark grey business suit, and, from what Crescent could tell from her body language, she was, without a doubt, not someone to mess with.

"Hello," she said. "I'm Raven Darkholme, principal of Bayville High. I assume you're Crescent Greyson?" Crescent nodded.

"Yes, ma'am," she replied. "Pleased to meet you. I can't wait to get started in my classes." Ms. Darkholme smiled faintly. Suddenly, she noticed the book that Crescent was carrying. It was a fairly thick book, and on the front cover, she saw that it had several people with wings on it. The title read The Blue Fairy Book. Ms. Darkholme was startled, and at the same time, her opinion of her rose several notches. She printed off Crescent's schedule and handed it to her.

"First period starts in ten minutes," she said. "And don't worry, the classes aren't too hard to find. But if you get lost, just ask a teacher for directions."

"Thanks, Ms. Darkholme," Crescent replied. She hefted her backpack over her shoulder. She turned to face her parents. She smiled wryly. "Lemme guess...you're gonna tell me to tell me to 'Have fun and be careful', aren't you?" Virginia smiled.

"Nope," she replied. "We're gonna tell you 'Good luck'. That's more important on the first day at a new school." She hugged her. "Good luck." Then she stepped back, and Crescent flung her arms around her father's neck and hugged him as hard as she could.

"Have fun, cub," he said.

"I will, Dad," Crescent replied. Then she left the pricipal's office and headed towards her first class.

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Chapter three

Crescent soon located her first class. She walked inside and sat down at an empty desk. She opened her book and started reading. Suddenly, she heard a girl behind her say nastily, "Well, well, well, what's this? It seems we have a bookworm in the classroom."

"Maybe we should teach her not to try to blend in with normal people, Darla," said another girl, who sounded just as nasty as the first one.

"Good idea, Chloe," said the first girl. Crescent wondered what they were going to do, when suddenly her book was snatched out of her hands.

"Hey!" she said angrily, jumping out of her seat. "Gimme back my book!" The girl named Darla waved it at her tauntingly.

"Come and get it, bookworm!" she sneered, and flung it across the room. The other girl, Chloe, reached for it, but before she could get it, it was grabbed by a boy. At first, Crescent thought he was in on it. However, Darla was glaring at him.

"Kurt, give me the book, and then butt out," she said angrily.

"No." Crescent was surprised when she heard him speak. He had a German accent, but not a strong one. Darla's eyes narrowed.

"You really want to risk any and all of your chances to be popular by defying me?" she demanded. "With just a rumor, I can turn you into a complete social outcast."

"Even if you did that, I would still have my friends," Kurt said, "because they don't judge what someone is like, just on the basis of a rumor." Darla's mouth dropped open. She quickly closed it, however, and, glowering at him, flounced off, followed by Chloe. Kurt blew a raspberry at her retreating back, and grinned when she turned and flipped him off. Then he walked over to Crescent and held the book out to her. "I believe this is yours," he said, smiling. "I'm Kurt, by the way. Kurt Wagner."

"Crescent Greyson," she replied, smiling back. He was about her age, maybe a year or so older, but one thing was for sure, he was very good-looking, with hair so black it was almost blue, and dark blue eyes. He was a few inches taller than her, and wore stylish clothing. He looked like he wanted to say something else to her, but then the teacher entered the room, and everyone quieted down.

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Chapter four

When school let out at the end of the day, Crescent headed to her house, making a mental note to ride her bike to school the next day. As soon as she walked into her house, she was greeted by her mother.

"Hey, sweetie," Virginia said. "How was your first day at school? Make any friends?" Crescent grimaced.

"Well, when I got to first period, since there were a few minutes before class would start, I decided to spend the time reading," she replied. "Well, a couple of girls decided it would be funny to call me a bookworm, steal my book, and play keep-away with it, to teach me not to, quote unquote, 'try to blend in with normal people'." Virginia frowned.

"Sounds like they have pretty nasty attitudes," she said. "Did you get your book back?" Crescent nodded.

"When one of the girls, Darla-"

"Darla?!" said Virginia incredulously. "There's a girl your age named Darla ?!" She looked like she was about to burst out laughing. Crescent had to fight to keep from grinning.

"Yes, her name's Darla," she replied. "When Darla threw my book across the room towards her friend, Chloe-" That did it. Virginia burst into laughter, and Crescent quickly followed suit. A moment later, she calmed down and was able to continue. "Chloe tried to catch it, but a boy caught it instead--which made Darla mad, I can tell you that right now--and when she told him to give it back, he told her off, which really pissed her off. Then when she was walking away, he blew a raspberry at her, which prompted her to turn around and flip him off. Then he gave me my book back." She smiled. "He's very good-looking, and very nice." She sighed happily, and turned to go up to her room, when suddenly, she heard a dog barking nearby. She turned and saw her golden retriever, Princess, running full-tilt towards her and Virginia. Crescent dropped to the ground, and Princess tried to smother her with doggy kisses. Virginia grinned at the sight of her daughter playing with her dog. Princess was the granddaughter of the original Prince, who had switched bodies with King Wendell, and when Crescent had turned thirteen years old, he had told her that she could have her pick of the litter, as a birthday present. She had immediately chosen the sweetest, friendliest puppy, and named her Princess, in honor of the original Prince, because, she had declared, cuddling the pup, that she looked exactly like the original Prince, except that she was female.

"Crescent, why don't you take Princess out for a walk?" Virginia suggested, and the golden retriever's ears pricked up. "She probably has to use the bathroom, seeing as she was inside all day." Crescent grinned.

"That sounds like a pretty good idea, actually," she replied. "I'll be able to get rid of my excess energy. Come on, Princess!" She grabbed her dark greyish-green hooded jacket and pulled it on, zipping it up. She ran to the door, where Princess was already waiting, her leash in her mouth. Crescent fastened her leash on her collar, and then opened the front door. It was already dark out, so she grabbed a small flashlight and stuffed it into her pocket. Then she and Princess headed outside, walking up the street.

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Chapter five

About half an hour later, Crescent decided she was ready to head home. But, upon looking around, she realized that she didn't have a clue where she was.

"Goddamnit!" she swore, and Princess looked at her as if in surprise. Crescent sighed. "Well, Princess, it looks like we'll have to backtrack. I don't know a clue where we're at." Suddenly, Princess started barking her head off, and Crescent stared at her. "Princess, what's wrong?" She sniffed the air, and caught a familiar scent, one that terrified her. Trolls. And not just any trolls, but the Troll King's children. And they held a major grudge against her mom, because they thought that she had killed their dad. But maybe they wouldn't spot her. Suddenly...

"There she is!" shouted one of them. "It's the witch's daughter!" Oh, shit! Crescent turned around and took off running. Princess ran ahead of her, still on her leash. Crescent turned to see if the Troll King's children were still following her, and saw that they were. She turned back around, and saw a gate up ahead. She and Princess ran towards it. Crescent tried to open it, but the gate was locked. She shot her foot out in a side kick. It hit the gate, but didn't even bend the metal bars. She gulped. This was not good. Suddenly, she realized that Princess had crawled under the gate and was now on the other side. Crescent smiled. "Smart lady!" Eyeing the gate, Crescent backed up a few feet to get a running start, and then started running full-tilt towards it, jumping halfway up, grabbing the top of the gate, and vaulting the rest of the way over. She landed on the ground, and then got up slowly. Turning back towards the gate, she saw the trolls running towards her, waving their weapons and yelling.

The oldest one, Burly, reached the gate first, and tried to wrench it open with his bare hands, but found that he couldn't. "Suck an elf!" he yelled loudly. Then he decided to start chopping at it with his ax, and that got better results, at least in his opinion, especially when his sister Blabberwort, and their brother Bluebell started contributing to catching the witch's daughter. Crescent decided that it meant she had to move a lot faster, otherwise she might end up in troll stew, or be forced to dance in iron slippers heated over several red-hot coals, which was something that they had planned to make her mother do when they first captured her. She looked back at them, and to her horror, she saw that they were already a quarter of the way through. Crescent ran across the lawn, followed closely by Princess.

"Come on, girl!" she said. "We gotta find a safe place to hide until the trolls are done looking for us." Suddenly, she stopped dead, unable to believe her eyes. There was a huge mansion up ahead, and in Crescent's opinion, it was God-sent. She ran up to the side of the house, and spotted a ventilation shaft. Before she climbed inside it, she told Princess, "Go hide under the porch until I come get you. Go!" Princess ran towards the porch and crawled under it. This done, Crescent climbed up inside the ventilation shaft, and didn't realize that the moment she'd pried off the opening of the ventilation shaft, she'd set off a silent alarm inside the mansion.

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Chapter six

Logan walked into the control room that overlooked the Danger Room, and immediately noticed that something wasn't right. He sniffed around. Everything smelled normal, and he started to leave, when suddenly, he spotted a light blinking on and off. It was the silent alarm for the ventilation shaft. His eyes widened. They had an intruder. He ran towards Professor Xavier's office and burst in without knocking.

"We got an intruder," he said. "Whoever it is, they're getting into the mansion via the ventilation shaft." The Professor's eyes widened.

Cyclops, Jean, Nightcrawler, Shadowcat, Rogue, Spyke, Storm, he said telepathically. Everyone stopped what they were doing to listen to the Professor. We have an intruder on the premises. Get to your stations. Kurt Wagner, also known as Nightcrawler, teleported with a BAMF, creating an unmistakable smell of sulfur, to the attic, where he became nearly invisible among the shadows. Scott Summers, also known as Cyclops, headed to the staircase that was near the front door, and hid behind it. Jean Grey hid in the living room, along with Rogue, Kitty Pryde, also known as Shadowcat, and Evan Monroe, also known as Spyke. [Author's note: I'm just assuming his last name is Monroe, seeing as he's Storm's nephew. I don't actually know this for a fact.] Ororo Monroe, also known as Storm, joined Nightcrawler in the attic, and hid further back in the shadows, because even though she wore her uniform, which was dark-colored, her brilliant white hair would easily give her away, even in the dark.

"Who do you think the intruder is?" Kurt asked softly. "And what do you think they want?" Storm sighed.

"I haven't a clue, Nightcrawler," she replied softly. "I only pray that they are not here to cause trouble."

"I hope you're right," he said. Suddenly, he heard something in the ventilation shaft. He crept further into the shadows, and Storm became very quiet. A moment later, the opening of the ventilation shaft popped out, and Kurt saw a person jump down from it, coughing slightly. He tensed slightly, but decided he'd rather jump out at the person and shout "Boo!", which would probably scare the shit out of them, because of his demonic appearance. Hopefully, the person would leave without a fight; probably by means of screaming bloody murder and running full-tilt out the front door. He moved over to where Storm was standing and whispered to her what his plan was. She looked hesitant to let him scare someone like that, but she agreed to it.

Kurt 'ported with a BAMF over the to ventilation shaft and shouted, "Boo!", but the person had already spun around and was now facing him. To his horror, it was Crescent. What the hell was she doing here? She turned pale when she saw him, and fainted. Kurt darted forward and caught her, lowering her to the ground.

"Is she all right?" Storm asked worriedly, flying over and landing beside Kurt. He nodded.

"She'll be fine," he replied. "But we should probably get her down to the medical center, just to be on the safe side." Storm nodded in agreement.

"I'll contact the Professor and let him know what's going on," she said, and pulled out her communicator. Meanwhile, Kurt picked Crescent up and 'ported downstairs to the medical center. He arrived with her there a few moments later, and he placed her in a chair. Then he located a blanket and draped it over her.

"Don't worry, Crescent," Kurt said softly. "You're safe now." Then he sat down in another chair near her, and leaned back, determined to guard over her until the others arrived. But he was extremely exhausted, and drifted into sleep a moment later.

to be continued...

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A/N: If this fanfic sucked, it's because I'm a beginner. Anyhoo, let me know if it sucked, but please, no flames, 'kay, 'cause otherwise I'll have to kick your sorry arses from here to Xanth.