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“WHAT THE FUCK?” I stormed angrily, enraged and astounded, shocked and offronted. I was angry. Actually, I was really angry. I thought this place was supposed to be safe! “Yeah, right?!” “I thought this place was supposed to be a SAFE!” I tiraded stormily, picking up a vase and tossing it back onto the wall so that it broke. Dolomon tooked at me though his silvery spindles sitting in top of his long hairy nose, which was literally more crooked then a NYC City politician. Basically it zigzagged back and forth acourse his wrinkled ravine of a face. Holy shit he’s literally so old! Stay focused though, OK? We need to get some answers! “Yeah, your right. It’s not like he couldn’t help it, anyway…” I said, noiseless, speaking only in my innard voice. Bumbemonon suddenly blared up at me more sharpie then a micro-scopically sharpened katana honed on Merleen’s crusty foot calluses. Uh…what just happened? I thought, but solmomon was allready talking: “I have noticced you have a inner voice”, Solomonon said, wisesly yet still sharply. I locked up in shock, suprised, and strted to say “Uhhh, what? No way, idk what your talking about either”, but instead the old crusty wizasrd just smiled and creaked out: “Yes you doeth—————do dont try too lie to ne. I have True Sight, you know, plus is it moste obvious. I suspecteth you of it back before at the tornuement, but now I am moste assure.” I shook my head skightly, dark curls shaking. “No way, idk what u r ta;king bout you old crusty wierdo” I protesyed, shaking my head, also straightening my raven——dark hairs with one set of long orange-on-black (alternated hatch/swirl desjhn) nails. “Bitch please it’s obvois. And, now now, there’s n need to be modest. You hsve a rare and powerful gift, domething moste mortals lacketh moste distinctlethly.” “Yeah ok, I guess I do maybe. So what? I mean like what dores it, like, mean?” Stolomonon stubbed his whiskered chin ponderingly, seeming lost in a lot of thought. “Well, it could mayhappeth mean a lot of things. Perhaps for example it could just mean it it your own thoughts. But—————and this I think its more likely————it could also mean that you are a Vessel. And, before you ask—————no, don’t interrupt, I get so tired of teaching people this shit—————a Vessel is a living thing, that is to sayeth, all living tings are Vessels.” I broke in then: “What? Why? Vessels Of what?” I rushed questioningly, arching one dark eyebow. Solomon flared, bulging up in his robes like a massive howler monkey, throat swelling magically so that he had more then a passing resemblence to a frog and/or Gorge Lucas. “SILENCE, CHIDE!” he blared, roaringly, voice harsh and boomlike. “Seriously, these fucking kids…” He sighed, also continuing, and I noticed his voice went all flat and mono-tone: “Vessels doth contain magical substances known unto those whom studyeth them as Essence. It is the Essence of life itself that I speak of, what indeed giveth life untoth all things————and what taketh it away, to. There are 5 types of Essence, or should I say 4: Unformed, Primal, and astral. Most mortals only haveth unformed essence, or shuld I say that they art indeed Vessels for unformed Essence. This school itself art an haven for all a-mortals, part of a secret underground netweork across the mortal world. Any kind of essence can becometh Refined, increasing its power untoldfold. Each school is headed by a Elder Mage, each of us masters of alchemy and enthrallogy. Don’t ask what that is, this is getting to long as it is allready. Anyways, methinketh that you truly art an Ascened Mortal————a mortal who possessess within there soul refined Essence. These higher forms of essence can oft have strange effects uponeth their bearers, thusly the reason for these here Strongholds (the schools I mentioned earlier, allthough not all strongholds are acftually schools, just all schools are actually Strongholds). There’s actually a lot more shit to explain but I’m old and sick of teaching, so that’ll shalt have to do. Maybe get Professor Weazle or one of another teachers to explain it to you these other things I doth neglect as for yet.”
“OK,” I said, nodding. I guess it was a lot to take in, but then again it also made alot of sense with that I had scene so far. So THen I returned to my previous restatement: “But I’m still angry! I thought this place was supposed to be safe! Somehow rigged your stipid task-tournement————and I still won by the way, suck on that————but that can mean only 1 thing. Someone’s here a traitor! So what do you say to that, huh?” So So Siromon modded briefly, beard wagging more, and said: “Toushe, toish. So let’s talk about that.” He conceded, sighingly. Meanwhile I was allready thinking: “I think the traitor must be that pedophile-looking dork with the slimy hair.” I informed conspiraitorily. Sir solmon sighed wearily. “Professor Viper. He allways was to friendly with the kids…probably should have haven him eaten years ago.” Manwhile he sommoned a konkey, and I saw that it was actually one of those red-cotted monkies from earlier, only this one was holding a fat silver plate stuffed up with food. Solomononon grabbed a apple from the bowl, and instantly I was reminded tongly of the tournement with the apple of life that had teleported me and Joshery to a courtyard where we where anmbushed by a fat beefy guard and a evil hodded figure, who I now realized must have probably been the actual traitor all long. So I told all that to dubbledore. “Yes, quiete. Quit. That would make sense, as the kiddies say. Yes. But we still cannot’t put all te blame right onto Viper, not yet at least. We doth requireth…um….evidence I think it’s is called, yes. Yes. Evidence. Get that for me and I can have Mr. Vipre sacked like that-” Here he snapped two long crooked fingers, rings clacking. Then he chuckeld in a way that made my hair stand up on the back of my neck and also other places, even. The servant monkey gulped nervously and backed away slowly, bowing more frequently thaen one of those thirsty bird toys if it happened to have explosive dierrihea (cause then it would be de-hydrated). I almost felt bad, but it was literally just a monkey so I didnt. “Got it. Get evidence. I’ll get josry and Daker to help me with that, to, riht? Yeah” I confirmed, thinking out loud as I planned. Suddenly Jolomon smiled a wierd little smile, eating the apple in one bite. It was a small apple.
So then I turned to leave, martens clicking on the fancy polished floor of solomonon’s Tower. I headed over towards the fancy polished door, passing the monkey form earlier, and breifly considered grabbing something. But whatever the old wierd magic-addict eat was prob poisonious or made you shit golden bricks or something so I decided to just pass on that shit for now. I headed towards the door, and noticed that it swings open magically quick as I approach, making no noise at all.
But I was still wondering what exactly had made solomonon smile like that. So instead I said, “Hey, what actually made you smile like that? Dont bullshit me you old fart,” I added, viciously. Meanwhile Solomonon smiled seareenly but with a more kind of a critical, world-wary edge in his face. “Oh, nothing, nothing, nothing at all. Nothing Indeed. But yet…Have you ever heard of the tail of Troy?” “Troy?” I repeated, poorly-defined half-remembered Geek mythology bells ringing in my mind, but not literally of course. Solomonn nodded: “I suppose I shan’nt be suprised. Tis not likely a stry your freaky demon teachers would perchance to teach you. It’tis a ancient tale as old as time, but all the more true for that. fact. (he sarted softily stoking his beard here, wisely) Helen was the qeen of Troy, which was the most mighteiest and biggest city in the world, and the hippest one to. She had been married to an old nasty king, but she left him for a beautiful young guy named Achilles, who was very powerful and could not be killed either. He also had great hair to, really just a total catch. Howver, the evil and wicked and totally gross old king was also angry with her and chased after her with his massive armies that were all ugly like jim. Helen was so beatufiul, but she didn’t know it, and so so many men fell for her. One of those was a great warrior named Paris, whom was also totally ripped, liketh unto achilles, and hot aswell, but worked for the evil old exhusband. So… Helen couldn’t choose between them since she loved them both so strong. Eventually chillies was sadly killed by the french guy, tragically,because they were both jealious of Helen———————even tho they actually loved each other (like brothers, not in a gay way. Actually maybe there was a little gay in there to).Than the entire world went into caos and war and fighting.” I broke in than: “Because how come? Why?” I added, questioningly, one eybrow raised in a interragational type of way. Meanwhile Soloonn nodded and also stared at me with his glinting green eyes that glow and flass brightly out of his craggy crinkles, giving me a passing impression of a very wise but very serious tree that happened to had strobe lights in it. “Be cause of LOVE!” The magician revealed, roaring.But then he also continued talking ina more softly voice; “Love. The most powerful force in all existence. I should, no I suggest, warn you to weld it moste wisely.” “OK,” I said. Then I left.
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I met Josh outside, in the gardens right on one of the inner ring terraces that were also the boundry between the main Academy area and the six hills zone—————suprsingly, Darak was also out there as well, and when I finished making my way through the twirling magical flowers of the garden towards them they suddenly seemed very tense and huffy, like as if they had just had an argument or something, allthough I actually hadnt heard anything like that. Of course before I could actually apprac them I had to put something on for the infestagation, so I quickly thaw on a pear of Dock Mortem combat boots————black, knee-high with silver corded laces—————, double sets of italian-import earrings (gold with diamond inlaid), black lace dress (white lace beneath, balck with a hand-stitched helix swirl design (gold thread) on top so that when I spun it looked all cool and truppy) and a golden necklace/nosering combo. I also put on a bit of warm foundation under spice-scented lip gloss and a bit of mascara over some sparkly eye shadow, finally a few gold(12 carrot) and silver rings and a velvet fingerless theater glove rounded it all out. Now I now what you’re thinking. Your prob thinking thinking, “Well, gold is kind of normie, huh, not really cool” and you;d be wrong about that cause the gold is supposed to be a statement.
“Oh hi Josh,” I intoned lowkeyily, deciding to keep things chill and kind of casual, also tying my best to ghost the queesy-quakey-qlenchy sort of feeling that kept jerking around in my stomach. It was totally and absolutely covered in massive glowing flowers that gently spun in the breeze, sorting create of a effect of being in a giant landscaped sychodelic blender, o nly prettier of course (my garden, not the stomach!). “Hi Chlye,” both joshr and dark replied at the same time, then glaring at eachother in a tense sort of way. “Hiiiiiiiii”, I greeted graciously, totally ignoring that wierd tense energy. I waved my hand a bitty bit and als did a little spin. Not so thow of or anything but just becauese I was about to spend the day with JD getting evidence to get someone arrested, whitch had to hank petty righ on my personalized list of bobbies. “Wow hi Chlyce” Josh exclaimed, obviously impressed————and so I blushed a bitty bit. Neanwhile Derek glatred daggers right at J, then also looked to me but much less harshly. “Hello, Chyle,” Derek countered conteestingly. He glared brazenily at Joshery: “You look so nice” He added with a brozen glare at jJosh. I blushed some more, waving my hand away like “Oh no it’s nothing idk” when really I did care and it was def something. “Not as nice as how I look at you,” countered Josh clervely. Derek glared harsh at J, who stood up and frowned meanly at him too. “Uhhh…OK,” I meandered, deciding to just ignore all that. “Hey listen. So Salmonon told me that he thinks Doctor Vipus is the traitor, but whey have to get evidecne, K? Then he can arrest him or whatever.” “Traitor?” Derke asked, inquestingly, and so I quickly explained: “well, there must be, like, a traitor here at Evermorne since someone knew all about the tournement and also how to get into it and rigg it up so that me and Josh-”—Me and josh shared a little look here, then, anDarek gave Josh a look that was full of of hate and also suffering———”-got teleported into this courtyard where we where ambushed by a beefy guard and also a hodded guy who was actually prob the traitor, just desguised so we can’t see him for who he was. Luckily Josh saved me tho so its all good” I famished, suddenly uncertain————Josh and Darak were suddenly raging at each other (not literally but very close). I noticed Joshry was wearing white loose skater pants overwhat looked like high-top sandals. For the top he had a blue tie-die tank top that completed his eyes icely, and finally a leather corded barcelet too. Derek similarly had dark jeans over dark red leather sneakers there where clearly costume-made, that wsas over a tight black teeshirt under his signiateure black lather jacket. I also noticed he was wearing a silver chain necklace, to.167Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmrxTZSVMMP
“Guys, guys, like, chill!”M I exposited desperately, meanwhile Joshry stood up angrily, dark bulging teashirt stetching tight right over his bulging muscles, also glaring: “What the fUCK are yuo talking about?! She’s not even out of here beginning stage yet!” Joshery glared right back, also standing up, and I toticed he was also slightly taller then Daerk but slightly less ripped. “She needs to know the Truth! We cant keep, like, hiding it from her dude!” But right then I was actually with Josh. “Yeah, come one! I’m totally ready allready, come on! Dont be like this Dark” I begged pleading, tears pooling all over in my eyes but not actually falling out since that would be just a bitty bit cringe. “What are you too even talking about?!” I cried desperatley, hoping that if I seemed upset enough they would feel bad and sop fighting. Surely enough both felt bad enough to stop fighting, for now at the least. “I can’t tell you rn,” Darek said, and Joshery then said the same thing basically, but they both looked a little guilty and regretfull. So then I stoped almost-crying, though still curious as tow what could have possibly been actually making both of them feel that way. We’ll figure it out later. “Yeah, ig your right” I thought in reply. After a awkward moment of silence Dark said, “Well, we should get moving. Best way to stalk on a teacher is to hang out at either their school or their house———But Vipus doesnt have a house since he’s a loser, s owe should g oto class.” I nodded in agreement and so did Josh so then we all headed off toward class.167Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFT09hgM3p3
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So then we went to class. There were five periods(., ., ., ., .,…lol jk): Arithematics, astrology (where you learn how to predict the future and stuff liek that), Enthrallogy (idk yet), Achemy (when you earn about magical potions and turning shit into gold), and Hunting (sort of like cooler P.E. where you get to kill monsters and shit), and also Demonology (where you study supernatural creatures like demons). Poffessor viper taught’s class was taught alchemistry, so we headed there first (after shitting through the other stuff obvioisly). The Alchemy Dungeon was depep underbeneath the castle, in a “Hello, hello, hello! Welcome…”underground dungeon. Professer viper slithered sinisterly, smiling in a way tht gave me huge pedo vibes. He stopped pacing around, robes fluttering like big black feathery wings only not cool, more so lame and stupid-loocking. “Well wellw ell” he repeated himself, sleaning in and smiling creepily right at me. “Arent’t you so…so…delightfull. I took it that you are a new sudent here at Sir Solomonons magical stronghold, Evermorne Academy?” I bodded briefly, also glaring nastily at him. “That’s right you skinny wierd freak,” I confirmed casually, smiling over at Derek, who was sitting boredly at his black shiny desk. Vipus quickly narrowed his dark pasty eyes angrily.
“Well wellwell,” he (the teacher I mean) commented, swinging over towards Darak sinisterly. “What do we have here/?” Darak rolled his dark captiviating eyes, making my stomach lunge. “Aren;t you so………distarcting! For the other studetns, I mean. You must think that yourself pretty handsome and “Cool”, I don’t doubt? Well let me tell you something, Mister Darkheart. I’m the only cool and hansome one in here. If you displease me or…distract…anyone again, I’ll make sure to choose you next as the next test subject for my next poison demonstration. Understand? And we have one every week so dont thank thats a empty threat!” Sevipus threatened. Meanwhile Darak nodded cooly, smirking at Vipur. “Sure. Whatever makes you feel better.” There were smuffled goggles thoughout the cave-like clasasrooom then as peeople (students, really) laughed at Darak’s clever barb. Meanwhile Vipus smiled in a tense, fragile way that really made him look like the little bitch he was. Looks like our plan is working! “Yeah, true. Let’s play it cool though, I really don’t want to screw this particular pooch.”
Darek kept pestering Vipus, just like we planned, all thoughout the lesson/class. When we were learning about basic ingredients (wormwood, snakeskin, eyeballs, human bone, fire, demon blood, holy water, sulfur……), he was pestering. While we were learning about basic recipes() he was pestering. And while we were starting our very first potions (Soul-scroching solutions), he was festering. Eventually Vipus got so angry and irritated with Darek he expelled him from the class: “THAT’S ENOUGH! Well well well, if it isn’t Mister Darkfart once agian! You probably presume that you can actually isnult me right here all class long, huh? Well, YOU CAN’T! I’m not a little bitch! You are the little bitch, and I wont be standing for you any longer! Dismissed! Get out. of my dungoun. Now. Or. else. Unless you want to see in a painful detail exactly what these Soul-Burning potions do to someone!” Viper prattled, grittily. Then Derek flashed a little look at me like “Hey, good job———the 0lan worked! I wish I could stay, but I have to go rn so see you later babe”…Allthough he didn’t actually say babe, sadly, and I also noticed he had some airs of guilt around him. Somehow, I just knew that he was just feeling totally guilty right then, allthough because of what I didn’t guess. I smiled at Viper than in a way that was way to Jenny-like for comfort. He smiled a wet slimy smile at me, and I could just tell he was prob thinking, “Hah! Expuling Derek worked!”. No it didn’t you gross nasty dick, I thiught silently, but trying to project that thought towards Vipus. He flinched then, so maybe that worked, but then afterward he just went on teaching and bean weird as usual, so I really wasn’t sure for sure.
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“I think I need some help with my potion. The instructions say its supposed to be blue and smoking but right now its just green and smelly. Could yuo help me maybe, pretty please?” I expounded imploringly, rchingo ne dark eyebrow. “Certainly,” he affirmed, also tripping and landing hard* on my desk with a thud. “Oh, wait, it just turned blue and started smoking. It must have been your expert presence!” I complimented, internally retching more forcefully. Ewwww, he’s so creepy and gross as well! “I know right?” “Oh,OK,” Vipus issued, dissapointedly. Actually my potion was actually blue and smoking like it should be since the work was literally to easy for me. In fact, all day all the classes and work and been so easy I kind of suspected maybe they where going easy on us since it was the first day. I mean, it was so easy it would have been broing maybe, but then again it was literally magic so it wasn’t too-too bad. “Is there anything something else you perhap needed my assistence with? I would only to be happy to provide it!” He disgorged in a decidedly desperate kind of way. I quickly rolled my eyes but did it so he didn’t see. “Actually Porfessor, yeah there totally was. I was just wondering…” ‘Wondering What?” He pleaded, and again I rolled my eyes and also vomited. Externally tho I smiled sweetly and say: “Well…I was just wondering what your schedule looks like. I mean, earlier——————before I met Derek—————I was just looking for you and for some reason I couldnt find you! I saw this really handsome guy at the maze but I wasn’t sure it was really you so I decided not to chat him up.” I inquire caerfully, making sure to smile as sweetely as I can. Instantly Snipus fell over for the bait. “Manipulating people is so easy!” yeah, but don’t do it too much. This time it’s fine since he’s a pedo tho. “OK, yeah.” Vipus meanwhile was beside himself basically: “You mean the hooded figure at the maze! Well, well, well, what do you know————and keep this between us, OK?————but that was actually me! I was…pulling a practical prank, yes. That’s what it was. But my schedules all opened now, so…” He trailed off, bunching his face up in a way that I think was supposed to be inviting. But I didn’t actually say anything. He frowned and then added: “And, Chylcle?” e began, menacingly. “Yeah?” I retorted gently. “This can just be our little secret, OK? Don’t tell anyone else, especially the adults.” Vipes stipulated conspitorily, voice barely a whisper. Then he slogged sadely back to his desk and the rest of the students stopped eavesdropping.
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Later, me and Josh and Derek were watching Solomonon tie Viper up with flaming chains on the front lawn. Monkies and students all booed and cheered from where they were in the crowd, meanwhile Solomonon had started to magically manipulated the chains to make Viper walk around like a greasy puppet. I breifly wondered why he wasn’t screaming from th e burns but then saw he had been magically gagged, so that explained that. “Is this normally what happens?” I asked Jsohery, but he nodded. “Pretty much, petty much. Solomonon is pretty chill but he does sometimes feed rule breakers to the monkies or do some shit like this. I guess you can’t balm him————the dude is like five hundred years old so I bet he gets bored alot.” Then Derek chimed in, allthough “chimed” isn’t a great word since it implies his voice was squeeky when really it was anything but that. “Plus Viper’s a pedophile and he was hitting on Chylece” Derek added insightfully, and both of us nodded in agreement, watching Solomonon make Viper run around in circles while Gorge Cloony chased him. Suddenly Derek and Joshery were glaring at each other again, and this time I was literally so sick of it. “You two! Stop it allready! Stop glaring at each other! I don’t even know why tyour, like, so mad, but knock it of allready. I literally can’t with you two”. I exploded.
Josh and Derek both looked downward a little then, almost emberrased. “I’m sorry Chylce,” they said. “The truth is, there’s still going to be a spy here.” Joshery admitted. “That’s because…well…I’m actually been spying on you.” He claimed regrefully, voice full of quilt. I sat there, stunned, floored almost, staring blanky ahead without really seeing. In the background the monkies were dividing up what was left of professor vipus. But all I could think of was, What? I was shocked, and a little angry. “WHAT!?” I yelled, drawing some wierd judgy looks from the other students, but I literally didnt care so I fipped them of, but josjery broke in: “I’m a agent for Evermorne! What do you, like, think I was doing at your school? That’s why I followed you, tried to warn you, and also why I rescued you from toes corpo agents a. Solomonnon had has his eye on you for a long time Chylce, because basically your special. Didn’t he tell you about your powers?” Joshery quickly rushed, wincing slightly. “Well, yeah, he did, but it seemed like a common thing the way he talked about it!” I descended, suddenly unsure. “It might be, but it might not be. These sort of things tend to, like, develop and stuff.” Joshery said, darkly. “You might be even more special then we thought! That’s why he sent me to watch over you, OK?” He affed, sill cringing (prob from pain not cringe). Then I nodded, finally, still angry but at least accepting what J was saying. “I can’t believe this,” I jabbed harshly, also adding: “Screw you.”-“I’m sorry Chycle, seriously. It was massively uncool of me to not tell you.” Joshery apologized, and at last I forgave him————mostly. “What’s up with you, Derek? Why aren’t you apologizing to me?” I scolded, ignoring the sounds of the monkies eating. He looked up from his position on the bleachers, leather hacket lifting slightly in the breeeze, and suddenly I noticed that he had a single red tear sliding down his face. With a shock I noticed it was actually made out of blood. “I’m sorry Chyle,” Derek choked, gruffly. “But I cant tell you yet. Not yet.” And then he jumped from the top of the bleachers down onto the side that I couldnt see. Hurrily I rushed over to him, but he had literaly vanished. I looked around and——There! Look there in the doorway over by the school! I looked over, and, sure enough, catch a glimpse of D vanishing through a side entrance to Evermorny. I go to follow him, but suddenly Joshery grabs my arm tightly. “Stay here C. Talk with me,” He commanded, and I reluctantly do that.
He brought us over back to the bleachers, but then just walked by them instead and brought us to the lawn, sitting down on the green glass. He stared deep at me with his achingly prefect ocean eye, dreamy fade basically glowing in the sun light.“Listen, Chlyce…I really like you. I know you kind of have maybe a thing for Derk, but trust me, I’m better for you. Anyway…Can we be, like, a package? Really I guess I meant a item” He quietly revealed, and suddenly I stopped being stunned by him long enough to gasped a littl(not in a cringey way tho)”Its not a big deal btw, but I had to ask. Don’t think about it, OK? I mean, just think———us, together? It’d be totally tubular,” He detailed hurridly, and I could def tell this def meaned alot to him. I sighed, considering. Think about this Chlyle, don’t rush into it. “Ueah yeah shut up allready”, I silenced, silently. I knew there was no way I could ever possibly decide———I liked them both way to much1. Listen to your Heart! OK, I thought. Then after that I did my dicision.: “ Josh, listen. I, like, want to be with you, I really really do.”, I said. And I did. “But I want to be, like, free, like the wind. With Derek I can do that.” I added, lasso. That was true to. Joshery sighed, and I knew he was being disappointed with me, just like a father being disappointed in a child. Except that wasn’t quite right————————————Joshery was def way jhotter then the average dad. Meanwhie he wasd speaking:“Listen Chylce, I understand that. But with me you can be free like the water in the dead sea. There’s plenty of room for you.” He rubbed his prefect chin wisely. Then he added “Sometimes, people think they need freedom, when that they really need is actually be stable. Derek is a tortured soul, but he’s not, like, stable. Mentally.” He sadded, andwith that is tranquil; blue eyes darkened, shadows falling from his drawn-up brows. “Besides, I can command the sea and the wind. Remember that when you get ideas about leaving, K?” I said OK, but I said it with a regretfull hint of such a size that it surprised even me, who’s basically like the expert on regret. That’s when I knew I had to see Darak, so I ran off before Josh could grab me again, Martens clacking across the magical floors of Evoremoren Academy.
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~Sir Solomonon
“Thanks Solomonon. I guess even though your a old wierdo your nototally useless,” I thought quickly. Yeah, I know, right? So I burst right straight though the door and onto the shingled roof. Instantly I noticed that all the tiles covered the roof shimmered and sparkled in the blue evening light magically. I noticed also that the roof was huge and sprawling, and also covered with chimnies and vents and towers————I noticed Sir Solomonon’s tower towering above the school in a distant corner. Below I also noticed the ringed terraces with ehir gardens and parks, and, beyond them, the seven hills with their mazes and greenhouses and buildings and sacrificual altars. But most of all I noticed Darak standing right on the edge of the roof, looking downards depressedly. “DEREK!” I shouted dramatically, waving and stumbling around, almost trippung off the roof to my death. Butt lickily I didnt. I did cry a little tho.** “Just tell me the truth!” I sobbed. Derek grimaced so hard his face scrunched up into half its normal size (OKnot literally, but, still………) I could tell he was in pain. “FUCK! OK, I will, fuck it.” He sworeagrinly, though not at my. Instead he glared off towards Drearwood for some reason, then kept talkig afterwards like it was no big deal:
“Chylce…OK. The truth is…” He inhibited dramatically, and I could literally feel my heart gymnasticating. “I’m a spy to, like Joshery, only not like Joshery. See, I’m actually dont’ go here. I work for a company called Big Brimston Inc. Those Agents earlier? Their working for BBI to. My job was to trick you and then trap you and bring you in…But I just couldnt get myself to do that.” How I felt at that moment couldnt even be described or even explained. Trust me. All ill say is, Right about then I felt more shocked then Mrs. Burnhum must have that time I hooked up the school’s power line to his chair. “” I sobbed, and then my heart exploded. “I’m sorry chylce. You dont deserve this shit, in fact you deserve a perfec life with a perfect hot hiy that is totally not a spy or any stupid shit like that, adn you deserve to go to the best school n the world with fickloads of freidns and go home to the best most beauftil and epensive house in the world after that! Well, I’m not a perfect guy. I’m…broken…inside. That’s why I have to leave. Goodby chluce” He foretold brokenly, face crestfallen. He took another step off the roof.
“Deek, please,” I begged, copelessly, still wearing my white lace dress and golden necklace, which stood out/contrasted further than a infected pimple on flawless skins compared to my shining raven-dark waves**, feeling waves of angry and hate and also passion flush over me. “I;m not even mad anymore! You can’t leave! Stay here! I like totally love you!” I added, afterwards. Then…
“No Chlyce,” He uttured, solomnly. It was the word that broke me, the word that cut my black withered soul into black bloody ttters. It was…the sharpest word. But before I could say anything at all or even so much as even cry out in in tense pian an sagony, he was gone……
Then he umped of off the roof, and dissapeared ofof into the gathering darknes below. I rushed two the edge, martens sliding across on the sparkling tiles—————I bearly catch myself on a brick-and-morter chimnie——————and stare down, down, down, dwn. Down, trying to catch a climpse of a black lather jack with a red bloodstain drop symblem on the back. But I cant not. He is………gone…Forever. I something in my most inner soul literally break and start crying. That’s when I knew…knew something that I never knew before……knew something that I knew I would never forget…forever and for never, until the end.
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**: Not cringe, literally shut up. This was a big deal, OK?
