The School for Good and Evil: Another Story

1~ Rose

Rose had waited four years for this paper he was holding in his hands:

Dear Rose,

Welcome to the School for Good and Evil. For thousands of years, the greatest of heroes and villains have come through our classrooms before they ventured into the Endless Woods to find their stories.

Enclosed is your ticket into your school and we are anxious to meet and enlighten you in what it means to be Good and what it means to be Evil. We thank-you for submitting an application even with the events that occurred with the last class. We assure everyone that the schools have returned to their glory and is perfectly safe.

We anticipate your arrival in a fortnight. Welcome to the School for Good and Evil where fairy tales are real.

Prof. Clarissa Dovey           Sophie of Gavaldon

             Dean of Good                          Dean of Evil

That had been almost a fortnight ago. Rose left for the School for Good and Evil today. His parents had been outraged when they found out he had submitted an application to the school with what had happened Millicent's year and all. It had all of the kingdoms concerned about the school and everyone was hoping the school would be shut down for good with the Headmasters gone. This letter he held in his hands told him that that was not so. It also told him his dreams of becoming a Prince of the Woods were not shattered.

Rose grabbed his luggage and quickly hauled it downstairs where his grandmother and step-grandfather were waiting for him. They were the only ones excited for him on his way to the famed school.

"There's the Prince-to-be," Rose's Grandmother fawned. She licked her finger and rubbed his face, even though there was nothing there. "Are you ready for school? You'll be charming the skirts off of those princesses tomorrow!"

Rose blushed as Jack and his grandmother chuckled. The only perk of age seemed to be getting to say whatever came to your mind without being scolded. "Off, you go. It's time to start your own adventure! The Flowergrounds will take you there. We will take care of your luggage. We hope to hear all about it! Be sure to write!" and they pushed him out the door.

Rose wandered out of the castle walls a short ways off to a pumpkin patch. He found the purple pumpkins and lifted the top up much as one would the lid of a teapot. A thin caterpillar in a violet velvet tuxedo and matching top hat was revealed. He snatched the ticket from Rose's hand.

"No spitting, sneezing, singing, sniffling, swinging, swearing, slapping, sleeping, or urinating in the Flowerground. Violations will result in removal of your clothes. All aboard!"

A vine whipped out and yanked Rose in. He held his screams as swirls of purples, greens, and blues flashed by him. The vines spewed him out into a tunnel and hooked him into an ivy harness. The maze of lines bounced about as he rode it and he felt nervousness get to him. He was concerned he might hurl, but then thought, does hurling count as spitting? And held it in as best he could.

The vines pulled Rose up into a churning wind wheel of gold light and he felt wind, then air, then earth as his arms unfurled into the sky and bloomed out of the ground like the flower he was named after.

Rose found himself besides a glistening lake where around him he watched girls blossom up out of the ground like he had. The girls were gowned beautifully with an array of bright colors. They each had delicate matching slippers and their hair tumbled in shimmering gold, sparkling ebony, waves of fire, and all other beautiful colors.