The Tale of Two Angels (School for Good and Evil fanfic)

Chapter 9

As Rose glanced around herself once more, the loneliness sank in.

She was in a forest, but that was all she knew about the strange place she had found herself in. Frost wasn't nearby. She didn't dare call out for him, afraid of being heard by a something or the someones that she quite couldn't remember, so she wandered. Rose wandered for who-knows-how-long and though her feet didn't ache, she was so tired of walking aimlessly that she finally gave up.

It was hopeless. She was going to be stuck here, alone, and she'd never see her family again. . . She hated crying -it made people go through the trouble of cheering her up- but she couldn't help it. Tears streamed down her face as she wished and prayed for anyone to find her.

It was like this, feeling desolate and silently sobbing, that a boy came upon her.

The boy had been wandering through the woods aimlessly as well. It was really boring to be in the same place for years on end. He had everything in it memorized. There was the lake with a small waterfall, then that row of trees with pink and white flowers, then that patch of wildberry bushes, then another row of trees, then that really large oak, then that group of red spider lilies, then yet another row of trees, then that girl over there, then another row of -wait, a girl? He backtracked and blinked. There was a girl in his woods. That was new.

A thought of, Kill her, she's an intruder! entered his mind, but he quickly brushed it off. No need to attract unnecessary attention with a death.

He kept a hand around the hilt of his sword as he headed her way. She didn't look like the monsters that sometimes entered, but one couldn't be too careful. He hesitantly reached out a hand to touch her shoulder, then decided against it at the last moment and instead said, "You're in my forest."

The girl lifted her head in surprise. Her green -no, brown- doe like eyes met his turquoise ones. Why had he thought they were green?

She blinked at him, then asked with small but hopeful voice, "Are you real?"

"Are you?" he replied warily.

The smallest of smiles graced her face and she let out a soft, tinkling laugh. It made him loosen his hold on his weapon. "I was last I checked," she said. Her face fell again. "Have you seen Frost?"

"Frost?"

"My brother."

"You're the only one I've seen here for a long time." He raised an eyebrow. "How did you even get in here?"

"I. . .I. . ." she frowned. "I can't remember. There was something, someone? Chasing me, I think. . ." Her eyes widened in alarm. "Frost - they must have gotten him!"

Rose dashed away. How could she have been so careless? So selfish? How long had she been thinking about herself while Frost must have been suffering? She had to do something, she had to save him somehow-

Her arm was suddenly tugged back and she had a faint recollection that it should've hurt for some reason. She glanced back. The boy who had found her was holding her back by the wrist. "Please let go," she pleaded. "I have to find Frost! They must have caught him! He's in trouble, he's hurt - I have to help him!"

"Who's got him?"

"I don't know, please just let go!" She pulled her hand free, only to see that there was some sort of blue wall before her. It widened and left her trapped with the boy. A faint blue glow was just beginning to dim from his eyes. "Who are you?" she asked in a small voice.