Timeless Bonds

Bonus 3: Moon

That same night, they had masterminded a prank that would go down in Castlecoming history. The plan was simple but diabolical: switch the water in the sprinklers with pig's blood. As the four villains, now banned from the dance, lurked in the shadows, their anticipation palpable, Morgie and Blanc took center stage in the grand hall.

The two danced gracefully amidst their unsuspecting peers, the rhythm of the music masking their true intentions. At the peak of the song, Morgie discreetly handed Blanc a small piece of paper. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she lit it on fire. They both watched as the smoke curled upwards, reaching the sensors of the fire sprinklers.

A moment later, the sprinklers activated, showering the ballroom with a gruesome rain of pig's blood. Screams of panic and horror echoed through the hall as students and teachers scrambled in confusion and fear. Amidst the chaos, Morgie and Blanc stood motionless, their faces drenched but their expressions serene.

Their eyes locked, and a mutual understanding passed between them. This was their moment, a shared triumph over their enemies and the society that had scorned them. Blanc's lips curled into a wide smirk, satisfaction radiating from her. The small act of revenge had not only disrupted the Castlecoming dance but also marked her transformation. As she stood there, drenched in blood and surrounded by chaos, Blanc felt a twisted sense of happiness and fulfillment, relishing the spectacle they had orchestrated.

Some weeks later, things had settled into a tense calm. The chaos of the Castlecoming dance had passed, but the aftermath lingered like a shadow over the school. The villains-Maleficent, Morgie, Hook, and Hades-had been assigned detention as punishment for trying to steal the book, but they never showed up. Merlin, the school's principal, seemed either too weary or too wary to enforce the penalty. He understood the trouble that came with trying to discipline the villains, and perhaps, on some level, he preferred to avoid direct confrontation with them.

Merlin knew, deep down, that they were likely behind the blood-soaked prank at Castlecoming. The gruesome spectacle had shaken the entire school, turning what should have been a night of celebration into a scene of horror. Yet, without concrete evidence, his hands were tied. The incident had been planned with the kind of cunning and precision that left no traceable leads. The fire sprinklers had been tampered with so expertly that not even the most advanced spells could reveal who was responsible.

As the weeks passed, the rumors spread like wildfire, each more outlandish than the last. The student body whispered about who might have done it, casting suspicious glances at anyone who seemed too smug or too unaffected. But those who knew the villains well-their cunning, their ruthlessness-were certain in their hearts that the culprits were the ones who had escaped the consequences.

Blanc strolled leisurely through the winding paths of the school grounds, flanked by Hook and Morgie. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of autumn leaves. Their relationship, though unofficial, had settled into a comfortable routine. Hook and Morgie treated her with a possessive affection, always sticking close, always attentive. It was clear to anyone observing that they considered her their girlfriend, even if the three of them hadn't explicitly defined their relationship yet.

Hook, with his roguish charm and sharp wit, often walked on her right, his hand occasionally brushing against hers. Morgie, with his steady demeanor and quiet strength, usually took her left, his presence a comforting anchor. Blanc felt a warm contentment when she was with them, a sense of belonging that she hadn't felt in a long time.

They talked and laughed, the tension of the previous weeks melting away in the presence of their shared camaraderie. The recent chaos seemed like a distant memory, overshadowed by the easy companionship they enjoyed. Yet, beneath the surface, Blanc knew there were conversations left unspoken, emotions left unaddressed.