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Chapter 16: Nemesis?
Whatever happens, always expect the worst to come, Laurence thought.
He goggled at the scene. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Cheshire struck dumb, and Ella’s lips pursed tightly, and Dovey tingling with anticipation. But what Laurence had not expected, was to feel a stab of excitement, and now he felt it, a shiver up his spine, and was anxious to solve this.
He didn’t have to wait very long.
Dovey and the three Evers soared higher, higher, higher until Dovey glided expertly through the window and Laurence and Cheshire wobbled in, and slammed into a table.
Laurence coughed at the overwhelming, heady aroma that glazed the air. It gave of the whiff of heavy perfumes, perfumes that Laurence instantly recognised. Aunt. . .no. . .Dean Sophie’s scent!
After the headlong crash into the table, Laurence was suffering a fiery headache and everything grew foggy in front of his eyes. He could make out a fuzzy image of Cheshire nursing a bruised knee, Ella glaring and looking as though life was not worth living, Dovey saying something, Sophie peering down at him, two grotesque Nevergirls, and Bates Stilts. . .sneering. . .
Bates Stilts had a very interesting dream last night. Not a dream. A nightmare. A horrific nightmare.
On his first night at the School for Evil.
Bates Stilts was a very powerful Never, his father – Rumpelstiltskin – one of the few to rewrite his fairytale when the School Master, known as Rafal took over.
Bates writhed beneath the covers of his plush, lime-green duvet. The Nevers living conditions had improved immensely since the Tale of Sophie and Agatha, much to the delight of Sophie and the horror of the other Evil faculty.
A horrendous dream had come to Bates. It started with slashes of soot and lightning, pelting hailstones, foggy skies. Bates tasted a thick, syrupy sap on his tongue. Blood.The rain turned scalding and a vivid crimson and Bates tried to shield his face, but his hands were bound. Tied to a stone, pearly-white slab by violet briars, he was branded with an intricate hand of carvings. Three aged crones wandered to his side, crooning and engraving the carving in his flesh with hooked nails. Like wildfire, the script swept over Bate’s skin, the crones kept crooning, before a steel dagger, spindly and slender, poised itself over Bate’s body. He tried to wrench away, but he had acted a second late. The dagger dropped without mercy, Bates thrashed in agony. . .and a seed was sown.
A lucid white seed planted itself into the depths of his soul, a clouded face, looming. . .looming. . .
Bates heart pumped frantically as he awoke, sweat crawling down ice-cold skin, insides lurching.
The School Master’s Tower was polished and unblemished by Sophie. The thick perfume aroma hung in the air, and the library of tales were intact. Right in the centre of the cherrywood bound fairytales was an immaculate table with a needle-like knife hovering over it.
Over a thin cherrywood book.
Writing. . .
A painting of Laurence the School Master’s Tower.
The current fairytale.
Well done if you managed to read all that.
Thank you for reading! 😀
*throws cookies everywhere*
WOOO CHAPTER #16! FAB! 🙂
I just realized that it’s 11 where you are… WHY IS EARTH SOOOOO BIG!! IT CONFUSES MY SMALL BRAIN!!
I’ve realized lots of people are starting their characters fairy tale in the school and are going to write 3 books but instead I’m going to write 4, the fourth book is after my characters graduated
and their fairytale.