The Twilight Children//The School for Good and Evil

26 ~ School Master Tedros

. : Sebastian of Havfrue : .

Sebastian was less than a second from knocking Tedros' teeth out.

Sebastian's jaw was clenched tight, his hands in fists next to his body. There hadn't been running water for a few days and he felt filthy, his hair sweaty and sticking to his head. The once Never and Ever boys now melded as one stinking mass of red uniforms and gruesome behaviour.

The teachers had long since been frozen in ice and locked in the dungeon by Tedros. The teachers had tried to defend the girls, and Tedros and a new band of zealous boys had thrown them in the dungeon.

"You are being irrational," Sebastian snapped, feeling once again like he was a soldier in an army, only this time being led by someone insane. "We cannot just invite inside all the princes that are outside, it would be inviting war. Not to mention how dropping the shield outside the school would leave us vulnerable to anything that can make it through the Blue Forest."

Tedros had been standing at the window, his crystal-clear eyes were bloodshot as he focused on the encampment outside the castle. "They deserve our help."

"They do," Sebastian agreed, shaking his hands out to relieve the tension and taking on the role of placating diplomat. "Which is why we can send food out to them, but we cannot take them inside these walls without asking for war from the Ever and Never queendoms."

Tedros snapped his eyes to Sebastian, and Sebastian had to stop himself from physically recoiling at the simmering rage. The man had gone mad.

"What do you know of pain?" Tedros hissed. He shifted towards Sebastian, his hands tight. Dark eye bags hung beneath his eyes like a man from a ledge. Sebastian's gaze flickered involuntarily to the Storien, which had laid dormant since being moved into the School for Boys. It laid thrown on top of an open copy of Sophie and Agatha's tale. Sebastian knew that the ornate gilded pen had not moved since it had been transported here. 

Sebastian dug his nails into his palms hard enough to draw blood. "What do you know of war?" He stepped forward. "I have led armies and sat in rooms while wars were waged. I have been on the battlefield. You have no experience with war and do not know what you are doing by upsetting the Queendoms. You think they won't retaliate when they realize we have provided aide?"

Sebastian waved a hand to Kendrick and new student Aric, who stood like a council placating their king. They were eyeing him with matching beady dark gazes. What a distorted council of advisors they made.  

Sebastian took another step towards Tedros, holding the boy's gaze. "Do it if you must, but I will not provide support and I will not stand behind you."

"Leave," Tedros spoke, waving his bruised hand to dismiss Sebastian. 

Sebastian let out a thick breath through his nose. He had taken this role once before. IT had been a few years now, but he had stood before his father and told him that invading Neverland and angering those who held magic was a bad idea. His father had made him lead the charge.

How ironic it would be if his father found out who he was now. 

As if in response to Sebastian's thoughts, the water magic soared up. He had to dig his hands into his thighs to stop from exploding the glass pitcher full of water. It had been ages since he had had a full release of the magic. He was still sharing a bedroom with Tedros-- although the boy rarely slept there-- and with Aric and Kendrick watching him like a deformed hawk, he rarely risked using it. Only when he was certain he was alone in the dead of night, would he let it out in little batches, holding faintly glowing blue orbs above his head.