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Chapter 7: The Storian’s Tale
Emmy skips out of the Etiquette classroom, proud of her perfect curtsies. We head towards the Theater of Tales, which is where History of Heroism is. “I heard Professor Sader’s a ghost,” whispers Natalia as we push open the theater doors. She’s right. A ghostly figure of a man sits on the side of the stage. Everybody takes a seat in front of Professor Sader. “Emmy?” he calls. “Here,” Emmy says, her voice soft and clear. “Amarinia?” “Here,” says a girl with breathtaking beauty. Too beautiful, almost…”Harry?” I hear. The boy who threw the Nevergirl a rose responds, “Here.” We go through a lot more of this and then Professor Sader says, “Who among us has heard of the Snow Ball?” Practically everyone raises their hand, including me. “Excellent. Now, normally we have the Snow Ball at the end of the year, but this year, we’ll have it in the next month. Which means, of course, that the Circus of Talents will be sooner than usual, as that is when boys propose.” I gulp. My talent…well, I mean, I don’t want to freeze people, and for good reasons. When I was three years old, I accidentally froze the baker’s daughter. I felt a surge of icy power running through my veins. The sight of the girl’s frozen face, terrified of the monster standing before her, haunts me to this day. Needless to say, I never used my talent after that. But now I look around, spot a low-hanging chandelier. I point my finger at the chandelier, and just like that, it’s encased in a block of ice. I smile, pointing my finger again, this time erasing the edges of the ice so the chandelier has a layer of ice over it. The ice twinkles in the light. “Now,” Professor Sader says, “I assume you all know the tale of Sophie and Agatha?”
Dean Sophie told us (me and Raye) that we should not go to classes and stay with Cindy until she feels better. But since Raye left, being the selfish brat she is, I’m left alone with Cindy, who went unconscious again. I drag Cindy up to our dorm, slam the door, and lay her down on the floor. Her eyes fly open when I slam the door. “Oh, Cindy are you okay?” I cry out. Cindy gives me a shaky smile, saying, “I…I think so.” She releases a breath and it’s only then that I realize she’s been holding her breath. She coughs a little and a bit of blood gets spit out. I squirm. I’ve never been comfortable around blood. “That Raye,” Cindy mutters furiously, “She must have seen…the rose…” I gasp. But…Cindy didn’t let Raye see the rose. She made sure of that. So, when did she see the rose? I gasp again. Dean Sophie’s office. “Cindy…when you were taken to Dean Sophie’s office, it was just you and her, right?” I ask suspiciously. She shakes her head. “No, there was a wolf too. Why do you ask?” She trails off. I turn around. Behind me a wolf glowers at us. “Well, I’m glad you figured it out,” says the Raye-wolf in her usual mocking tone. “You think you’re in love, don’t ya?” she snarls. “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention…you both best be prepared, cause I’m coming for you first, and then your precious boyfriend and his pathetic little pals.” She smirks, showing gnarled fangs. Cindy and I shiver in unison. This couldn’t possibly get any worse.
MEANWHILE, IN THE SCHOOL MASTER’S TOWER:
The Storian starts writing a story that begins with:
Once there was a girl who was good, and a girl who was bad…
@sophieagatha7, sorry to keep pestering you, but if you have a Google account I REALLY need your name so I can share my drafts with you. If you don’t have a Google account, please email me a draft of Chapter 8. Look at the comments on Chapter 6 and you’ll know where to find me. Thanks!