Fairy Tale Towers

everything is about to change

btw, sorry for making some POV mistakes in past chapters, I wrote them really late at at night after long days at school and I was so tired...

Sophie led me up the stairs of Evil Tower, to a landing I had never been before. Sophie strode to a doorway, and put her hand on the doorknob, pausing for a moment. The doorknob turned pink, and she opened the door. 

A mechanism, I thought. Strange. I followed Sophie through, onto a glass bridge, tunneled in. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought there was no floor at all. 

I followed her to another door, one which she opened easily, no pause. We entered a beautiful bedchamber- a private suite. The walls were painted white with hot pink trim, the same color the doorknob had turned. There was a huge window at the end, overlooking the whole School for Evil. The wall at the end was curved inward with a door. Another door across the room was open, leading up a flight of stairs. 

I followed Sophie into the circular room in the center of the tower. "This," she told me. "Is the Writing Room." 

Bookshelves circled the room. A spiral staircase led downwards in the center, around and around, surrounded by bookshelves. At the very back of the room, with a perfect view of both Schools, was a silver table with a pen hovering over a storybook. 

Sophie let me walk forward to investigate. I leaned over the storybook to see the last words written by the pen. 

The first Wanderers have taken off. 

The bonds are weak. 

They will crack soon. 

Everything is about to change. 

I stepped back, reeling at the photo. 

In the center was me, Cat, and Avery. Avery in the center. Cat and I on either side, both facing a light and dark vortex, somehow the epitome of everything horrible to come but also all the good things that come with it. 

On the side, a young woman with a blonde pixie cut. She wore a lavender tee. She looked almost twenty. Her eyes were a startling teal. 

On the other side was a girl I had seen before, but I didn't know well. 

Kris. Her hair was invisible, obscured by a hood, but her bright eyes flashed dangerously. Glints of ice. 

She was one of the most powerful Ice Fairies alive. 

She could do serious damage if she tried. 

But the most disturbing was the dark, hooded figure behind us, with acid green, glowing eyes. The cloak enveloped around the illustration, as if it was taking over everything. 

Everything is about to change. 

"Connor?" Sophie asked. 

I turned, gasping slightly. I had completely forgotten she was there. I glanced back at the illustration, and shuddered. "Everything is about to change," I repeated, believing the words. 

With everything that had happened, I had no doubt. 

No doubt at all. 

"Connor," Sophie said, approaching me. "Love is dangerous. Obsession, it leads you to dangerous places. Don't-" 

I shoved away. "This is bigger," I choked. 

The old Connor, the fun-loving little bastard, was gone now. 

I still felt him, but he had retreated into a hole. 

He may never come back. 

Now, there's something more determined. 

I was going to go home.