My Ranking Points
The Dawn of Impurity
Today was the WORST.
She had fought with Julie (the ONLY person who was civil to her) , been told she had ‘The grace of a flamingo with a broken ankle’ (did flamingos even HAVE ankles?) she had received 2 last ranks in princess etiquette (that ‘Pollux’ dog was an idiot – the absurdity of him barking about ‘Posture ‘ while tripping on turtle body -apparently, his brother Castor was better at getting ‘the body’) and beautification (She WAS pretty -She just didn’t care) . Now, no doubt, she’d fail at Animal Communication(SHE LOVED ANIMALS! Uuuggggghhhh) and be turned into a rodent or a rose.
She stomped outside, glass slippers chinking loudly on the ground, blue cloak snapping in the wind, and headband (made of braided leather, purely too defy Professor Anemone, who she had taken a strong dislike to) doing an awful job of keeping her shorn black locks out off her eyes. Honestly, she wasn’t goth (goths were hippies who like metal, and besides, she had emotions and wasn’t going to deny it. She just wasn’t going to show them either. ) , but she refused to wear anything pink (if she didn’t have too).
She folded her arms and scowled. Many of the girls cowered away from her, thinking her a witch. She was fine with this. She was NOT fine, however, with the whispers surrounding her.
‘She’s such a freak’ she heard one girl whisper.
‘I know, how weird is she, too!’
Dawn knew how to deal with this. She bared her teeth, drew back her lips, and growled like a lion at these girls. They whimpered in fear and silence, and drew back from her. Dawn rolled her eyes. ‘Wimps!’ She thought. She blew upwards, puffing stray hairs out of her eyes.
Julie squeezed in next to her. It wasn’t heard, considering the wide berth the other princess’s were giving her.
“What did you mean, you ‘Weren’t good’? ” she whispered, careful not let the other girls hear.
“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” Replied Dawn, not troubling to keep her voice down. “I don’t belong here. It’s only a matter of time before the realise the mistake and send me to the other tower, to eat frog feet and KILL pretty little princess.”
At this, all the other girls backed away. Dawn smirked, then noticed Julie staring at her with wide eyes. A stab of guilt pierced her stomach.
“You don’t WANT to go to Evil, do you?” Julie asked, bewildered.
“No, of course not. I want to go HOME. And I also want to know why you lot seem to think Good is so much better than Evil? What makes you better ?”
Julie puffed out her chest, as if she’d waited for this question her whole life.
“Well,” she began dramatically, “Good has HONOUR, and proper pride, too -”
“So?” Interrupted Dawn. Julie looked put off. “Evil has mischief , and villain pride. What’s so great about honour?”
“Honour is a COMPLIMENT!”
“So? Being shallow is an insult. That doesn’t matter.”
“Good is NOT shallow!” Julie snapped.
Dawn raised an eyebrow. She was very good at raising her eyebrows. It made you feel very stupid when she did.
“Julie, you have a whole lesson devoted to being pretty and flirting. Literally, Good has more than half the day to learn how to smile prettily. Good is SHALLOW.”
Julie looked scandalised.
“GOOD MAKES PEOPLE HAPPY! EVIL MAKES PEOPLE UPSET, AND -”
“Evil makes people happy,” Dawn replied calmly, “Evil makes themselves, and often their henchmen and slaves happy. Did any of you ever stop to think, that maybe instead of playing the victim, and pretending that you’re all so holy, so saintly, that maybe instead you could try to UNDERSTAND villains ? If you all weren’t so wrapped up in your stupid fantasies of everything being someone else’s fault, you could figure out what was happening in , instead of blaming the villains. Did it ever occur to you that really, a villain is really just a victim WITHOUT their story told? Did it?”
Julie sniffed. Dawn blinked and looked back at her. She had been so caught up in her passionate speech, she’d not noticed everyone staring at her. She watched as Juliet sniffed again , wiped her eyes and gave her a watery smile.
“No.” She whispered. “I didn’t think of that.”
“Yeah. Because it’s wrong.”
A voice spoke. Dawn turned around to see a familiar, but not friendly face.
“Brayella.” She said.
The figure that the voice belonged to stood, tall and regal, with slight shoulders, a slim waist and perfect curves. Red hair, perfectly straight fell over her small shoulders and long neck like a silky waterfall. Green eyes glowed against freckled skin, with rosy cheeks and soft pink lips. The lips were not curled into a smile.
Brayella stepped forwards, and her green eyes flashed menacingly.
“Now I KNOW you’re a witch.”
It was at that moment, right then, Dawn knew she was right all along.
Oooh. . . VERY TENSE AND EXCITING.
I’M LOVING IT!
Keep up the fantastic work! 🙂 😉