School for Good And Evil-The Different Story

The War Begins

There was a shoot of silver from the tower in the middle of the halfway bridge. The flames flickered down to ashes and dark blue smog formed around the group of students. Shadows kept leaping from the Balcony of Evil, as if nothing had happened. There was only the sound of feet pounding on the ground from the balcony and the Ever's heavy breaths as they tried to re-gain strength. A tall shadow came out of the smog and wiped it away with the twist of his hand. His blackened blonde hair was drooping over his pale, crumpling skin. The white showed off his green cat-like eyes which etched into Iris' skin. A cold feeling spiralled up her chest and she felt her chest closing in. Pain throbbed in her body, but yet something felt familiar about him... "What is your last name!" she wheezed as the cold reached her throat. Iris felt to the ground in a series of coughs as his hand dragged to the ground. "Yona..," he hissed, his gaze locked with Iris' now extremely frightened one, "why would you need to know?" he added coldly. The thought travelled through her body like a bullet and hit her like a bullet. "Y-yona is my last name." she spluttered, still recovering from her coughing fit. Some Evers crowded around her immediately. Some were stood by her sides, protecting her. Whilst others were preparing remedies at the side. The silence that followed this answer was too strong to break....And then...Clapping? "Well. Well. Well. I see you have met your sister Richard." Came a squeaky unknown voice. It coughed. "Well, do neither of you know who I am?" The squeaky voice came again. It clacked out of the fog and the Nevers ran off, hissing and scowling. "Traitor!" Came a hoarse Never. "Scum!" came another. "Weasel!" Someone else shouted. Soon, the Nevers were coming out with hisses and un-kind things man should not repeat. It was a woman, dressed in a silk dress, fastened shorter with a black belt and a strange buckle. She had the same eyes as Richard but the same shiny gleam from her blonde hair to Iris. Her heals were tall and black, shined and polished as they clicked on the concrete floor. "Well. I'm glad they remember me." She cooed to the Nevers, as the Evers gaped in confusion at this new woman. "I'll introduce myself..," she declared, her grown and diadem shining in the strong moonlight, "I, am Queen Sophie of Camelot, obliged to meet you." She turned to the Evers with a smirk on her face. The Evers still exchanged confused glances at each other. Before starting a series of nods and talking. The Nevers started to boo and hiss at her again after she finished her sentence. She flung out a finger that glowed bright pink and removed their mouths to stop them talking. They tried to protest, but their mouths were safely locked in Sophie's magic. "Now, as I was saying. Introductions!" She cooed. The Evers nodded frantically, looking worriedly at the Nevers, clawing at their empty faces. "King Tedros of Camelot" Said a tall, broad, muscly man. He had a blue jacket and gold plates on his shoulders. His blue eyes reflected Iris' ones perfectly well. "Hello Iris." said a perfectly recognisable voice. It was her mother! "Richard...My, have you grown! Look, we're sorry about what we did when you were young...But you'll forgive us, right?" She said to Richard, smothered in a hug from Iris. "Jackson, Introduce yourself." she demanded to a tall, blonde man with blue-green eyes. He sighed. "Iris, Richard. I'm your father. We never meant for Ricard to become this evil...I hope you'll forgive me for not being for you..," He whimpered, looking at them both, "both of you." he added, seeing the look on Iris' face. His eyes twinkled with the hope he saw in Iris' face.
Sophie smirked. "Well..." She spoke. "We can't just stop this great war now can we?" she added. Her wrist flicked and weapons and shields appeared on both Evers and Nevers. The Nevers got their mouths back. "What are you waiting for, the story must go on!" She cried. "CHARGE!" screamed a black-haired never. The Nevers ran toward the Evers. The good defend. A shower of arrows came tumbling down. This was to be the end of the story...