My Ranking Points
Legendary: Chapter 1
“Leo, poopsie, come here,” my mother simpered. Sophie of Woods Beyond may have been an adult, but based on what I’d read in her tale, she hadn’t changed a bit since her days at the school I was about to attend.
I sighed and took the stairs two at a time to the parlor of the tower.
My mother smiled and ushered me into one of the four plush tufted pink armchairs that sat inside the four mirrored walls of the parlor.
“Now, you’ve been living between the two schools your whole life, straddled between Good and Evil–literally
–but now the time has come for you to take a side. And, obviously, it is my side. You don’t know how proud I am. If you were Good, I don’t know what I would do! It would be awful watching you suffer in those fusty old halls,” my mother sniffed, “and I already have enough on my plate trying to find a new Dean for Good! The coven may be brave and willing, but they are certainly not reliable! Hester hasn’t sent me a letter in weeks, not to mention Aggie–Never mind. I digress. Have a piece of kale bruschetta, dear. I had Nicola make it fresh today, though I don’t know if it’s good, considering Hort was in the kitchen at the time and almost definitely stuck his fingers in the dough and licked it. He never really did adjust to the new version of Evil, especially the part about real hygiene.”
She paused to take a breath. “Anyway, the point is, I love you, good luck, I added some finishing touches to your uniform, and always remember: Don’t mistake good looks for a good personality. I made that mistake once. Or twice. Bye-bye, my poopsie. You’ll be the most popular Nevergirl in no time,” she finished, smiling. She kissed me on both cheeks and then pushed me out of the top window of the old School Master’s tower.
I was swimming in King’s Cove when my parents came in.
“Hi, Clare. How are you feeling?” my mother said, black hair pulled up in a bun underneath her tiara. My father coughed. “Yes, are you ready? You know you’ll get a lot of attention, being my daughter–”
“Don’t be stupid, Tedros!” my mother sighed. “She’ll get a lot of attention because she’s Camelot’s princess! You know, sometimes you act so dense I don’t even know why I married you–”
“WELL, I DON’T KNOW ABOUT YOU, BUT I MARRIED YOU BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU’D BE AN UNDERSTANDING WIFE! BUT THEN ALL YOU DO IS INSULT ME, AND YOU BRING IN THAT AWFUL CAT AGAINST THE ORDERS OF A KING–” my father bellowed.
“Reaper is a king himself, so you have no right to say that! And it’s called feedback!”
“Yes, king of a race that’s not even allowed to be here! And feedback? That’s what I have
“Yes, your advisors were oh-so-helpful, throwing away all of Camelot’s money!” my mother fumed.
My father stopped yelling, seeming to just notice me. He coughed again.
“Er, Clare, we just want you to know we’re very proud of you.”
“Yes, we are. And popularity doesn’t matter. Now, hurry up and get changed, sweetie. Your carriage is waiting outside the front of the castle. Goodbye, Clarie. We love you.”
“Yes, and we have high expectations! You’ll be at the top of your class, I’m sure!” my father grinned.
“Er…I’ll try. I love you,” I said, giving my parents a final hug.
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