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The Dawn of Impurity
With a massive groan, Dawn heaved herself to her feet. She regretted following that bird (Which was now nowhere to be seen) along that corridor. She also regretted what she had done to her uniform – And made a mental note to insert protective padding, a pair of shorts underneath and a coat. It was chilly when you got thrown around like a rag doll every five minutes.
She flicked her newly shorn tresses out of her face, brushed down her dress and blew upwards to get the dust out of her face.
Mistakes were made.
Coughing and spluttering, she stomped through a dust cloud and looked up. She saw a massive gilded glass plaque that read,
THE GALLERY OF GOOD
Stunned, Dawn turned. Her heart started to beat faster. Hadn’t she heard of this place? YES – When she was a toddler, those girls – Ayana, Alice … Agatha? Agatha and Sophie – had said that there was a tunnel leading to a gallery. They hadn’t said much about it. Dawn wondered why.
Bewildered, Dawn crept along the the walls. A glorious picture of King Arthur was above her. Next to that, a fabulous painting of Cinderella escaping with her prince . All portraits of heroes and heroines in their finest moments were captured in paint , blooming with colour.
Along the next wall were little objects. An essay on good deeds by Briar of Jewelled Glen, who became Sleeping Beauty. The cape of a young boy who became a chimney sweep for Merlin. Some servants, some kings, all shared the same twinkling smile , the same warm eyes. Dawn wondered briefly if they were all siblings. She brushed that thought aside and kept walking.
In front of her was a small, rotted piece of the famous beanstalk. It was labeled ‘Holden of Rainbow Gale’.
That plant had once been a BOY.
She needed to escape.