Most of the evil in fairytales are just that. Evil. Cruel. Cunning. That is what you learn and what has been learned for centuries. Now the new generation of villains has come to rise - the ones manufactured in the depths of hell, acquainted with kn...
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Valerie sighed, exasperated, as the claws of the big bird grabbing her dug into her shoulders, scratching them with the coarseness of their nails. She took a deep breath, the familiar feeling of the cool air whooshing around her made her feel generally at peace before the bird let go. She braced for impact, trading the air in her lungs for the muddy water she landed in. It enveloped her in an icy hug, soaking her clothes. It felt like home, her mother's arms embracing her softly.
Valerie gasped as she broke the surface, her white hair now a soggy, brown mess atop of her head. She blinked a few times, coughing up any mud that went into her nose, before sighing, swimming towards the entrance where she would pick up her luggage. "Ahh, Christ the bird ate my shirt".
Valerie rolled her piercing blue eyes at the sound of Hort's voice, seeing him here at the School for Evil made her feel much older, now she was in her second year. "Hort," Valerie smiled cruelly, offering a pearly grin to the gothic boy. He swam over to her, swishing her frame in a cold wet hug. "God, I haven't seen you since you were, what seven? Eight?" Valerie patted his back awkwardly. Not one for hugging. She parted with Hort who was suddenly distracted by a girl who also had long white hair.
"Excuse me? Can I touch your hair?" The girl turned around, a look of fear and confusion on her face. She began swimming away from Hort as he approached her. "Hort, where are your manners?" Valerie asked, rolling her eyes and picking the frost out from under her nails. Valerie waded towards the pair, the white-haired girl staring ta Valerie with wide eyes.
"I don't have any," Hort said, disgusted at the prospect. Valerie smiled, flicking her hand so the water froze around his feet. "Oh, come on!" He struggled, attempting to get out of his situation and cursing at Valerie who laughed her very witchy laugh. She then pulled up her skirt, paddled over to the girl Hort was after, and offered her hand. The girl stared at her hand, scared, but Valerie waited whilst staring down at her, a smile forming on her face as the girl took it.
"Ignore Hort, he's an asshole," Valerie smiled making the girl grin comfortingly. "I'm Valerie Grayskull, you are?" Valerie asked, freezing the water on her body with a flick of her wrist and then turning it into snow, shedding it softly off her until she was dry. Valerie was the daughter of the White Witch, and she only ever dressed in white to match Narnia's aesthetic.
She had pulled on a white turtle neck, as traveling through the snow on her way to school usually made her cold. She'd thrown on a silk skirt and white tights, adding her fur coat and gloves too. Pearls and beads littered her waist and neck, as well as chaining her wrists.
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"Sophie," The girl stood, mesmerized by what Valerie had just accomplished. "Grayskull.. as in the Beast?" Sophie asked, Valerie humming in response. "I guess, better known for my mother. White Witch of Narnia," She confessed humbly, Sophie's eyes widening. "I love that story!" Sophie's smile faltered when Valerie's steely eyes narrowed.
"You're new, who are your parents?" Valerie queried, picking her suitcase up and beginning to walk to the door, ignoring the queue. A wolf in uniform thought about stopping her but reversed back in line when she waved a magical blue finger at him. Sophie hurried in after her, not glancing back at the complaining queue of people.
"Erm, they're nobody, I'm not from here," Sophie admitted, making Valerie turn to her. "You're a Reader?" She asked accusingly. Sophie squinted, "What's a Reader?" She asked. "Okay, yes, a Reader. I have spoken to a Reader," Valerie shuddered, wiping her hand on her skirt.
"Wait, I'm at the wrong school," Sophie stuttered out, making Valerie turn and look at her. Valerie's cold eyes trailed all the way down Sophie's figure before making their journey back up. Sophie stood there awkwardly, shivers crawling up her spine.
"There are no mistakes. You're here for a reason," Valerie spoke clearly, her eyes flashing icy blue before walking away. Sophie attempted to follow Valerie but realized her boots were extremely heavy, due to the fact all the water on them had been frozen.
The hall was dark, lit only by passing sunlight and flames dancing on wooden torches. There was no technology in the Schools. The hall was packed however everybody found a place to move as Valerie walked through the halls, whispers following her.
Valerie had gained a reputation last year after seducing one of the school's playboys, bringing him into the forest just for him never to be seen again. An evil jewel. The Queen of Evil. After that, disrespectful, sexist boys of either school began to drop off one by one, the only person seemingly available for the blame, being Valerie herself.
"Miss Grayskull, wonderful to have you back," A sarcastic voice called from behind Valerie, making her turn with a smirk. "Lady Lesso, you haven't changed a bit," Valerie looked the Professor up and down slowly, snarling at the woman.
"Why thank you, my dear," Lesso grinned, flicking her orange hair. She would never admit it, but behind the wind-up, she was thankful to have such a powerful, focused student under her care. "How's home life?" She asked, playing with her curly bob. "Good, Mother's annoyed because the castle's getting warm. Apart from that, everything's fine," Valerie admitted, her smile dropping as Lesso continued her round of questions
"And your father?" She smiled, seeing the masked distress on Valerie's face. "I don't speak of Adam, nor do I speak to him," She cocked her head slightly, a habit she had when she was angry. "But you still acquire his last name. How can that be?"
"Mother thought I deserved my happy ending, and if the fairy tale blood was in my veins, then maybe I would stand a chance," Valerie lied through her teeth, knowing the real reason was locked deep in her memory, a place nobody would dare reach. The last time she had seen her father, she had been four. "How sweet. But if she didn't want an evil baby, she shouldn't have slept with the Beast. She wasn't the Beauty he was looking for after all, was she now?" Lesso smiled.
The image of Belle, Valerie's stepmother, assaulted her mind, a cold angry fire igniting in Valerie. Lesso's grin faded as Valerie's eyes shone bright blue, frost encrusting her hands as magic built up in them. "I guess not," Valerie's hands sparkled, ice crawling up Valerie's neck as well. "Only kidding," Lesso chuckled nervously, waiting for the ice to retract from Valerie's arms before she took another breath. Suddenly, the tense conversation was interrupted by Sophie, insisting to Lady Lesso that she was put in the wrong school.
Valerie sighed, grabbed her bag from a wolf she had frozen, and sat down on one of the long ebony benches, taking a bit of a rotten apple as she watched Lesso deal with Sophie. "Attention future Evil!" Lesso yelled, making eye contact with Valerie as everyone except her pushed their way to the front to see Lady Lesso herself. The first years were truly annoying.
"If you open your tiny little bloodshot eyes and looked around, you would see that your dormitory numbers and class schedules are around the hall. It would do you well to memorize both. Do me proud," She smiled, looking at Valerie again, except she was met with an empty seat, a frozen apple with only one bite balanced carefully on the seat.
