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, running through the battle to an open window. A normal person would've shivered as the cool wind hit their clothes, but Valerie didn't, the loose parts flapping around in the wind.
She used her ice-stepping magic to climb out the window and into the cold night. Stars peppered the sky and winked at Valerie ever now and again as if human bickering amused them.
Valerie sighed as she climbed from step to step, touching her head which she hit when Sophie had slammed her against a column. She grit her teeth at her retracted hand which showed scarlet blood running across her palm, the back of her head pounding. She felt the warm sticky liquid, the feeling of honey, run down the back of her clothes. The colour stained her white coat.
Valerie quietly slipped into the School Master's office, hiding behind a small bookshelf. Jumping when she heard Sophie pacing the office, she waited for her to call the School Master. Valerie peeked around the corner, watching as the Storian, a big gold quill, kept writing.
Valerie had seen the Storian before, when she first encountered suspicion for the frozen Prince's deaths. The School Master had shown how her story was written and that nobody knew how it would end. Valerie watched as it spoke: "Seeking revenge, Sophie searched the tower for the one person who had wronged her from the start."
Sophie walked up to the Storian, freezing when it said "Or so she believed." "What does that mean?" Asked Sophie, suspiciously, stepping closer to the magical quill which continued to write.
"It means that your tale has just begun, Sophie of Gavaldon," The School Master spoke as he walked into view. His midnight blue robes pooled by his feet. Valerie sighed in relief, happy that there was one powerful being that could stop her. Blood dripped onto the floor behind her.
Valerie then bit her tongue in rage, preventing herself from crying out as the School Master swirled, using blood magic, returning to look like Rafal. His crimson-red coat stuck up at the collar.
"Seems as though we're not alone," Rafal smirked with dark eyes, using his magic to pull Valerie from her hiding spot. Valerie yelped when the magic strung her forward, in front of Rafal. Her knees clashed with the hard floor, bruises immediately forming.
She scrambled back onto her feet, away from the pair, as she stood menacingly near the School Master's pile of papers. Blood trickled onto the inked words, skewing with its contract.
"You... Valerie of Narnia, are the key to my plan," Rafal smirked, Valerie inching backwards until she hit the mahogany table. Her eyes stayed on his, but her kind was working on her peripheral vision, what she could use to defend herself.
"This was all a test, Sophie," Rafal smiled, turning to the blonde girl who still looked at the Storian. "A test... to find my true love," Rafal stated, walking towards her. "I don't understand," Sophie furrowed her eyebrows, looking at him with confusion. Her eyes fluttered to the blood dripping out of Valerie's head and down her neck.
