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Chapter 3: The Pen
Ash gaped before bursting into laughter. Well, it was more of a cackle.
“The Sto- ha-rian is-ha- wri-haha-ting my fairy-HA-tale!” she cried, tears in her eyes. Pollux laughed nervously and Castor didn’t blink.
“Come,” Pollux said, and Ash slipped her feet out of bed. Her hospital gown fell down to her feet. Her purple and black hair cascaded over her shoulders. They walked along the spiral staircase, old and decaying.
Finally, they reached a crumbling door. Castor used his paw to push it open. There it was. The Storian. Ash desperately wanted to grab it. To take it and resurrect her Master. Evil would rule. Castor shoved her towards the pen. It was writing. Pollux passed her the book.
Once upon a time there was a School Master, killed by his ‘True Love’. But he was strong in the Dark Arts and he cast a spell to make his spirit live on. He was travelling through a village when an old soothsayer said she had a prophecy for him.
When innocent blood is spilt, one shall rise from the ashes,
Despite Master’s cruelty, she will suffer emotional and physical gashes,
Bid her take care and may she looks where she leaps,
For death may be life and death life again reaps.
The Master thought this would be about the baby of Choas and Doom, a little girl called Eris, meaning discord. He attacked in the dead of night, killing Eris’ parents and kidnapping the newborn in the process. He turned her Evil using Dark Magic, and no one ever saw the baby again.
Years later, a girl named Ash went to the School for Evil, bent on resurrecting her Master, not knowing what her destiny would be…
Ash slammed the book shut.
“What did it say?” Pollux asked. Ash knew it was fake, a lie.
“Nothing,” she said, coldly and cruelly. “Nothing.” Nothing and no one would make her turn her back on Evil. Not on her Master.