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

Chapter 10

For nearly seventeen years of his life, Frost had never attended school and he never wanted to.

The Gavaldon children didn't like him while the adults clearly loathed him, so why go somewhere he would only be shunned? His parents didn't push for him to attend classes for the same reasons and taught their son themselves. As a result, he learned basic survival and hunting skills along with how to read, write, and count. Nothing new was introduced to his education until he had his wings and his Mark.

Even now, he strongly disliked the idea of attending classes. He only agreed to do so because he wasn't sure of what would happen to Rose if he refused. This school called itself the School for Good. The name alone made him want to laugh. No one was good. Not fully. For all he knew if his sister was in his place and she failed, they'd consider her a witch and turn her to stone.

It was with thoughts such as this that he entered his first class, Swordplay and Weapons Training.

The moment he stepped in the room, all eyes turned to him, and it wasn't just because he had missed three days of a class taught by a teacher strict on attendance. Frost immediately saw that the uniform given to him was different from that of his classmates'. It was mostly gray, for one thing. The shirt, the coat, the gloves, the breeches, even the shoes were all different shades of silver with only the faintest tinge of blue. His uniform also seemed. . .shabbier, somehow. Not a butler's or anything like that, but definitely not as high-classed as the others. Odd. Or maybe it was because of his white hair. Mom had said before that its color was unnatural. . .

"You," the professor -Rowan Espada, if Frost recalled the class schedule correctly-  said loudly, pointing his blade at his new student before he was even fully in the room. "Step up here. Quickly now, we haven't got all day."

Frost raised an eyebrow but did what was asked of him.

"And you, Edward, come up here as well."

The prince complied, a smug look on his face. Most of the remaining Everboys realized what was about to happen and began nudging each other and making bets.

The professor cleared his throat, hushing the whispers. "Now I'm sure that all of you recall that I said that there would be consequences to skipping my class-"

"I didn't skip class," Frost stated. "I couldn't attend."

Espada narrowed his eyes at the student (Special student, he scoffed silently. How did Cygnelle choose him?) and just continued louder. "-and I am also certain that all of you remember what I have told you about having mutual respect in this class. Which means when I talk, you will listen. And when you talk, I will listen. Violations to that rule will have consequences as well. Now, your name, young man?"

"Frost Gracehill. Of Woods Beyond," he answered, recalling the title the dean told him to use. He'd have to ask her about the different uniform later on.

"Well, Frost," began the teacher with a knowing look at the rest of his students, "the boy before you is Edward of Phrygia. He has been the top scorer in my class for the past three days. As punishment for skipping my class and interrupting me, you will now have a duel with him. Retrieve one of the training swords from the wall behind you to take as your own and we'll commence."

To the teacher's irritation and his students' surprise, Frost didn't look at all upset about the challenge. If anything, he seemed curious and eager to fight. He easily hefted one of the bigger blades and returned to where his opponent waited.