Wizard's Wish - (Kinda) Yandere SGE x reader

Chapter 77: Never Ever After

(Last chapter of book 3 AHHHHH!)

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Sophie rose early to watch the sun.

Wrapped in a wool blanket, she leaned over the rooftop balcony of Merlin's Menagerie, surrounded by leafy sculptures of Y/n's love story with her, Tedros, Agatha, and gazed out at the brilliant fireball amidst purple shreds of sky. She'd forgotten what the sun looked like, so full and strong, brushing across her like a warm, golden kiss.

In the dawn light, she could see the glittering blue glass towers of Honor and Valor beneath her, the pink towers of Purity and Charity connected by a colored breezeway, and across the bay, the jagged black castle of Malice, Mischief, and Vice. The School Master's death had restored the School for Good and Evil to balance, even though both the lake and moat sides of Halfway Bay continued to belch with noxious green fog. Merlin insisted the condition would resolve on its own, once Evers and Nevers resumed their classes and the magical wave responsible for sorting students began it's rounds.

It had taken the wizard and Tinkerbell most of the night to fly the School Master's tower from the Blue Forest back to its rightful place between the halves of the bay. For one thing, Tink's aging fairy dust moved the structure slower than a snail would; for another, Tink was still adjusting to the new wing Merlin had made for her out of a blue butterfly he'd found in the Dean's office.

The wizard had yet to remand the Nevers to Evil's castle, preferring they all stay together for the night in the comforts of the Good dormitories. Once the Good and Evil teachers were freed, the faculty spent most of the evening treating injured students and heroes, white the rest of the Evers and Nevers had a full supper of turkey meatballs, carrot-ginger soup, green herb salad, and raspberry pie, created by Merlin's hat. If any of the Evil teachers resented the loss of their School Master or having been sealed in their rooms during the war, none of them showed it-- perhaps because they saw the extent of the wounds suffered in battle, or more likely because Lady Lesso's death meant one of them would be chosen the new Dean of Evil. With the School Master gone and Lady Lesso unable to choose a successor, it was soon widely presumed that Professor Manley would take her place. (He'd already spent the night redecorating her office.)

As the sun slipped behind a cloud, the autumn chill returning, Spophie sat down and snuggled against a topiary of her and Y/n kissing to prove Y/n loved her, she let her eyes close, thankful that she had nowhere to be, no one to see, and nothing waiting in her heart.

She'd never truly wanted to follow Rhian, no matter how much she'd told herself she did. She'd used him, trying to heal the hole in her soul... just like he'd tried to use her. But he was gone now, and no more could he haunt her.
Dreams floated by and she found herself standing in front of beautiful white-and-blue spires spearing the sky, topped with vermilion flags...
Camelot.
She could see the white marble path leading towards the kingdom.. the tall, silver gates wide open... Y/n, Agatha, and Tedros, hand in hand, waiting for her on the other side with big, bright smiles...

"Sophie?"
Her eyes fluttered open to full-blown morning.
"They're starting soon," said Hort.
He was standing at the frosted door of the roof, his muscular frame obscured by a dumpy black tunic that used ro be Evil's uniform.
In his hand was a matching tunic.
"No," Sophie gasped. "Really?"
Hort rolled her eyes a bit. "Really."

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The funerals for Cinderella and Lady Lesso took place in the Blue Forest, which was already coming back to life by the time the nymphs began laying out chairs in the tulip garden.
All the Nevers wore their saggy black uniforms and sat on the left side of the grass, while all the Evers sat on the right, with the girls in their usual pink pinafores and the boys in sky-blue shirts, navy jackets, and knotted slim ties.
Many students had bruised, bandages, and casts, which they showed off to classmates with furtive whispers and the utmost pride. Indeed, there were no dirty looks across the aisle nor any of the usual rancor between the Good and Evil schools... but instead a silent gratitude that the other school was present at all.