𝓦𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼

𝓕𝒶𝓁𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝒮𝒸𝒽ℴℴ𝓁 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝒢ℴℴ𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℰ𝓋𝒾𝓁

5

Then Fala saw it. Under the stymph, throught the fog, The School for Good and Evil was rising tall and proud.
Two towers like twin heads. One was white and pure and its glass was reflecting rainbows and light. The other was black and depressed and its black windows were lost thought dense mist. That's it! There was her place! She smiled wide and her eyes widened too. She got so excited that she almost let go of her mother's dress.
  Other stymphs with children made their way in. They were flying to the two-coloured lake.
  Everything was magical. Kids were being dropped into the water. Fala knew she is next. She'll fall into the black water.
Yeah, after the second great war, Dean Sophie did major changes to the School for Evil. The lake was now pure black water, the uniforms were black and elegant, with green or purple details. After a couple of years, even the castle changed. It wasn't an old building anymore. Now, it was a castle made out of black shiny stone, clean and luxurious.
Sophie changed everything.

Fala was waiting for the stymph to drop her into the black water. But instead of going lower, the bird fled higher.

What was happenening? Fala was gazing down, at all the kids wich were dropped into the lake. "Go down!"
  But the styph didn't.  In front of her was a tower. The styph fled above it.

Then it dropped the girl. Fala screamed, as she found herself on the tower's roof. Somehow she managed not to slip. It was high and steep. Fala was trembling. If she falls, she'll die immediatly. She looked down, then up. The bird was leaving. It was sick or cursed or something. The wind was blowing, as our girl found herself trembling and holding herself for dear life. Mom, where are you? She thought. Slowly, Fala made a step, then another, barely opening her eyes.
A couple of steps felt like a million.

She was now above a small balcony, less than 2 meters under her. This was it. She can't stay on this roof anymore or she'll have a heart attack. The girl jumped in the balcony, with the dress still in her arms. It was a little bit dirty, but not ripped. Fala looked at it, then inside the tower. There were walls full of books, a very pretty floor, a victorian ceiling and dark furniture. The room was very welcoming, with a view to the lake and the Woods Beyond. She turned again, gazing at the desk in front of her. On the desk was an opened book, and above it, the legendary Storian. It was silver, slim and sharp and shiny. It really looked magical,luxurious. The pen was doing nothing, like it wasn't magic at all, but when Fala got on her knees to see it better, the Storian woke up from its nap and fixed its tip at Fala, like it was looking at her. The girl was stoned.

Men and Pen. They did nothing, besides staring one at another. The Storian then went back to its normal pozition, but this time it started writing. The first page already had something writen on it

Once upon a time was snake.
And the snake fell in love with a woman.
The woman was smart and beautiful.
And they loved each other.
And they had a child.

The pen 'looked' at Fala once again, then it went back to writing unbothered.

A child so magical, that even the most legendary and magical object in this land, had to admire her twice.

Fala went to the other side of the table trying to read what was there. She couldn't catch with the last lines, as the page fliped.
   Curious, the girl tried to go back, to see what the pen just wrote, but in an instant, her hand was stabbed by the Storian's tip. No going backs then. She growned in pain. Enought. She was in The School for Good and Evil, after all. Someone could see her there any time.
 
After some research, she found a staircase, leading down. Fast,she went down, being very careful at any sound. She was never in a situation like this before. The adrenaline was too much. What if she gets caught? Will they think she's an intruder? What will they do to her?
After a long staircase, a magic door opened, in front of the lake. Fala gazed outside.
  The lake was shining. Should she go to The School for Evil? But how. The lake shined in her eyes again. That's it! The lake! She took a deep breath, before going into the cold water. How come no one was there at this time? Where did all of the students go? She had a lot of questions. The water filled her nose and ears. It felt cold on her skin, but now wet. Only cold. A sweet coldness, that detached her from this world.
Until she felt in no more. She opened her eyes. The girl was now in a dark chamber. Trought the covered windows, some light reached in. She was in front of a statue. And, somehow, she wasn't wet.
The statue represents King Arthur. There was a chamber full of statues and not only. Magic, legendary things were there. It was like a museum. She found the door, and cracked it open, just a little. White stairs, blue and pink walls and shiny ceilings. Kids dressed pompous, in pastel colours were passing by. The School for Good... Fala was about to leave the room, and ask somebody for help, explaining the situation. Then she looked closer at the other girls. They were all wearing dresses, pink and cute. She was wearing a dirty shirt and a long, simple skirt. She would really draw attention
Then she gazed at the dress in her arms. Her solution. Fala closed the door and went into a dark corner of the room. She  left her old clothes there, then tried on the dark green dress. It was a little bit large, but, in a blink of an eye, it tightened on her body, just perfect. It was long enought to cover her simple shoes, and was showing her white shoulders and perfect neck. She stepped back to the door, cracked it open again and waited until nobody was there, then left fast. She walked down some stairs, then followed some girls, the same age as her. 
  She followed them, but far enought so it didn't look suspicious.

Throught the halls, everyone looked at the copper haired girl. Fala had long, shiny hair, a slim, too skinny, body, covered in white skin. The dress was siting perfect on her shilouette, as she walked not even looking at the others, her back straight. The girls were loosing their head over this girl, forgeting about the princes they are about to see and drooling watching her.

  They entered an enormous chamber. Good girls were on left, Evil ones on right. She tried to go to the Evil tables, but the Good side crowded so much, to the point she was forced to sit down. Fala felt the urge to cry. There she was, in the middle of Good, in her mother's dress, waiting for God knows what.