☆SCARLETT THE DAUGHTER OF LIGHTNING☆

Chapter IX: How to steal a dragon's egg

Lightning, that's all I see, clouds of stormy weather. "Hello," I called out. Suddenly, the cloud underneath me disappeared. Instead of seeing clouds anymore, I saw a wooden ceiling. I tried to get up, but it felt as if I'd been hit by a brick. I brought all my strength up, focused my eyes, and there I saw a library. I'm in a freaking library.

At the back wall, centre stood a lectern, holding a book and quil, but the quality was written by the floating quil. "The storian..." I murmured in disbelief under my breath. I've heard that the storian writes all of our fairytales but seeing it in person. It feels foreboding.

By the storian is a man he turned and it was the headmaster. "Hello, Hildegarde Beaudette, to what do I owe the pleasure to the child of the storm," he greeted me. Child of the storm? Not a bad wring to it, but regardless, what is talking about?

"I'm sorry, headmaster. I'm confused. What am I doing here?" I asked, walking up to the storian. "You tell me, but truthfully you have got perfect timing. The storian was just writing about you," he said intriguingly. Why would it be writing about me? "Me? but this isn't my story." I observed the storian but keeping a safe distance.

"You are a character and therefore a character in the story. The storian calls you the child of the storm. I've seen what you can do. You're scared because of it." He knew my steps like everything we do."I'm not scared of what I can do. I know what I can do, " I lied.

"Don't play coy child and don't lie. Nevers lie, evers tell the truth, but I understand why you would," he understood. "You have great power. Use it it'll aid you in the trial, " he advised. I suppose he's right. "Perhaps too great? Returning to my first question, how did you get in here? No student with the exception of the protagonist and antagonist of this tale has gotten in here, with my permission," he asked.

But what caught my attention is the exception. I remember Agatha had gotten in troublefor sneaking into the school for evil. "Agatha and Sophie? They were here?" I had realised what I said but it was too late. "You're very perceptive. Top marks! It seems you know this tale already. Smart girl but it's time for you to leave," he waved his hands, before I could say or infact do anything.

I woke up in a cold sweat, gripping my bed sheets. "Hildy, are you okay? we were going to wake you up, but you looked so peaceful, so we just left you be for a while," Lucy said while the fairies were touching up her hair.

"I had the strangest dream," I confessed. Daphne turned to me. "You too? See, I told you, Gigi, it wasn't just me," she turned to Giselle, who rolled her eyes. Giselle, who we call Gigi, has grown to be more open and friendly to us. She was still shy to others outside our friend group. Lucy, the same ball of sunshine and Daphne is starting to be a bit more immature, like Lucy, no that's impossible.

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Before heading to breakfast, Lucy said she forgot her favourite butterfly comb, so I offered to pick it up in the groom rooms. As soon as I walked in, I saw Millicent looking very troubled. I asked her if she was alright. She looked at me. "Sorry Hildy I'm just... Nevermind," she sat down at a vanity.
She wasn't dressed, she was wearing one of sleeping beauty's satin sight gown. I sighed moving behind her.

"What is the matter? I put my hands on her shoulders.

"I don't know what to wear!" She cried. "I don't want to outshine Beatrix or Reena. They won't be happy about it."

"What's wrong with wanting to shine? You can wear whatever you want. If they have a problem with that than they'll have to deal with it," I comforted her she looking taken back but nodded her head.

"Millicent, are you afraid of your friends or intimated by them?" I asked the timid girl. Without hesitation she immediately answered, "both, yes, please don't tell anyone. Evers are supposed to be brave, like they are kind, but I simply don't have the strength like Reena does. I'm not as beautiful and can't speak my mind like Beatrix. I'm just me "