The Lady's Secret (School for Good and Evil)

Liquid Red

Hester watched as Sophie fled, leaving her and Anadil on their own with a boy promising to murder them.

Aric looked down, grinning before he lit his violet finger glow, making his eyes glint with a lust for destruction.

Before he could cast a spell, however, Anadil had already elbowed him in the ribs as hard as she could, making him lose his grip on Hester. The tattooed witch swiveled around and punched him swiftly in the stomach before Aric even had a chance to think. He dropped Anadil, his finger glow dimming as he fell to his knees. The two witches panted with relief, knowing they had taken down their enemy.

My steel burned bright, Camelot's ring powering my entire self. I scribbled a fierce drawing of two witches standing triumphantly over a fallen murderer. Underneath it were 5 words.

Oh how wrong they were.

"Where's Dot?" Hester panted, eyes weaving through the crowd.

"Over there," Anadil pointed to a pink clad figure diving behind a chair that she accidentally turned to chocolate. "I can't believe no one's seen her yet."

"I think everyone can see her," Hester cracked, " but they're going for bigger targets, like Tedros," she surmised as the two witches started forward.

They ran towards the stage, with Anadil murmuring something about how 'nothing was bigger than Dot' when she felt it. A sharp stabbing pain.

Anadil looked down and saw that a dagger had impaled her, right in the stomach. She immediately dropped to her knees with a cry of pain. Anadil's entire abdomen covered in liquid red, that she quickly realized was blood.

Hester ran to her side, not sparing even a glare for the boy with the violet eyes who had stabbed her. But the Aric was already unconscious on the floor, seeming to use the last ounce of his strength to stab Anadil clean through.

Hester assessed the wound, the same blow Aric had given her during their second year in the trial by tale. She looked down at the boy, still comatose on the floor.

Anadil could only see Hester's hand waving in front of her face before the black dots seemed to take over. Her vision was fuzzy and her eyes were starting to close. She willed herself to stay conscious, but it was no use, she was fading too fast.

All of a sudden Anadil felt a searing pain in her chest, worse than being stabbed, it was like she was being pierced over and over again, a thousand times through. Though she could barely move, she managed to open her eyes and see a red light pointed at her.

She would have recoiled faster, but she knew this shade of red down to its core, its liquid red core; this was the same red as her eyes.

Hester's finger glow was sealing up her wound before she bled to death.

Once she was finished Anadil sat up, there was still a slight ache and her vision was cloudy, but only a princess would stay on the ground quivering from that. And she was no princess.

She was a witch.

She sat up quickly; there were bigger enemies they needed to take out. The two witches started running towards the commotion on the other side of the stage.

If they had stayed even a second longer, they would have seen someone stirring on the ground.

Someone with violet eyes.

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Sophie kept running even though she knew the witches were in trouble. She hated playing favorites, well, she actually loved it, but Agatha was more important to her than anyone.

She sprinted past the stage and up the stairs to the altar, where Agatha and her prince were standing.

Sophie rushed up to the bride. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry Aggie..." she trailed off.

Agatha turned her horrified expression onto Sophie. "You did this?" she asked quietly.

Before her best friend had time to speak however, Agatha waved off the idea, eyes widening in horror of what she had just said.

"Sophie, I'm so sorry. I don't know why I accused you, but we need to get out of here-"

Tedros cut her off. "What we need to do is fight Rhian," he yelled over all the commotion.

Sophie and Agatha stood, dumbfounded.

"You really are an idiot, Teddy," Sophie cackled.

"What?" the prince asked, true bewilderment clouding his eyes.

"That's not Rhian," Sophie explained in a soft voice. "It's Japeth."

Up in the school master's tower, there wasn't enough ink to show the amount of hatred the new king had for the Snake.

Slowly, Tedros's face morphed from rejection, to horror, to panic, then gradually shifted to its final emotion, which wasn't really an emotion at all. Instead his face grew hard like stone, cementing feelings inside. He raised his eyes to face the two girls, looking more a king than ever before. A lion roar tinged the back of his throat as he deliberately moved his eyes to face his nemesis.

Tedros finally let go of the roar that had been building up inside him for so long. Everyone turned to face the king, taking their attention away from the Snake for the first time since he arrived.

Tedros and Japeth locked eyes, both daring each other to make the first move.

Until someone did, but it wasn't the Lion or the Snake. It was someone new. Someone with a mask.

A silver mask.