Even in a far away land, the night sky is still a wonderment. An enigma thus far fetching, a tough feat to unravel. As she held her breath crossing the small ledge of the roof, holding tight on Agatha's hands, a silent prayer dancing on her tongue as she followed the girl's lead.
"I hope you do know where you're going." Evangeline spoke through gritted teeth, trying hard to not glance downwards where her demise lays three-hundred feet below.
"I hope so too." Agatha whispered lowly, out of reach for the fear-stricken girl to listen.
"Look, it's not like I am scared of heights, i love it actually. But when you have me walking here with no safety precautions i might as well pass out because my heart is this close from pumping out!"
"Relax, as soon as we get down I—I'll know where to take us." Agatha eased in compliance to Evangeline's nerves yet as it slightly smoothens the younger girl it only perturbed Agatha's more, as she herself revels that the statement holds such false.
Suddenly, as they passed a tower with carvings intricate as the eye can see. What looks to be a handsome cupid, with a bow and arrow at its stead, aiming stealthy towards the sky—awoken with sharp snap. First its eye peeled from the stone, then its mouth open with malicious content that is layered with a sweetness that seemed to be a forte of this school.
Evangeline slowly turned around, with calculating eyes as the scene before her resembled a little boy no mere than ten, with drapes from the tales of Hercules and a bow of the gods.
The little boy grinned up at her with a Cheshire smile. Swaddling his body from side to side with his cheeks pink from the sweetness of his self.
"Oh!" Evangeline gasped softly.
"Hi?" Agatha meekly said from behind.
The little boy who now begins to slowly resemble a face of a saturated man of age, giggled in response. "Students aren't allowed on the ledge." His voice coming out strangely deep for what was once a beautiful young face.
He chuckled forbiddingly as he slowly take hold of his arrow and prepares his bow. His body begins to grow, muscles expanding to an ugly purple, shoulders broadening ten times its original size. He growled in the mellow of night. "Prepare for punishment!" He bellowed.
Seizing herself from the stupor, Evangeline grabbed Agatha's hands and bolted down the small ledge to get away. They heard the cupid like beast laughed as he shoots arrow after arrow, narrowly missing their hands and puffy dresses in this chase.
