Author's Note: Sorry for the delay! I finally got my laptop fixed and ready to make more chapters for you guys to read.

Disclaimer: I do not owned the School for Good and Evil series. That belongs to Sir Soman Chainani.

Hope you enjoy~

~CHAPTER 4: A Shocking Dream~

The next morning, the Breakfast hall in the Charity towers is an interactive pop-up art experience celebrating everything about breakfast, from the trivial to the transcendent and the whole place is basked in the light of an egg yolk sunrise.

Where the comfy marbles chairs and tables were sculpted perfectly from legendary craftsmanship.

Tedros can tell that everyone is preparing for the morning session. Munching on the warm meal with their spoons and forks clanking on their plates, the Good students were chatting around about weird rumors of someone breaking a rule or students worried about their grades and looks.

He stared at his golden plate on his bed, filled with sausages, poached egg and sparkling lemon drink, contemplating on what he had witnessed last night, anxious if they found out that someone heard their conversation.

The sudden loss of appetite did not surprise him, poking the poached egg with his fork. He knows that he wasn't supposed to be there. It was purely an accident when he overheard it, the incident that happened yesterday. But to think that there is something that cause the animals to behave that way, who can be that evil?

Suddenly he heard someone mimicking hobgoblin lurches, some howling gibberish and snickers from the other side of the table.

This is grating his nerves, his anger is rising. That does it!

"Will the two of you knocked it off?!" Tedros yelled.

He saw two Ever boys turned back to their plated food as Chaddick shook his head at their antics.

"It will go away eventually, Tedros." Said Chaddick

Tedros grunted as he angrily munched down one sausage and swallowed heavily, "It's not my fault that the hobgoblin I chosen was a Never. Now I'm the laughing stock for who knows how long."

"Maybe she casted a spell on you to purposely choose her," Nicholas said.

"That's impossible, Nic, "Chaddick added, "we haven't underwent the unlocking of magic. That class starts in the next few days."

"If you want, Tedros" Nicholas said, "you can whipped them with your sword skills at the next class."

The class after Good Deeds was Swordplay, lectured by Professor Rumi Espada. It's the perfect exercise to relieve his stress and at the same time getting his revenge on those two fools for mocking him, the Prince of Camelot.

Calming down, he nodded at Nicholas for the suggestion.

"…You're right, Nic," Tedros said.

The howls from the wolves signals the start of the morning classes and Tedros found himself in the Purity Common Room for Good Deeds.

Professor Clarissa Dovey looked even more comforting and grandmotherly but behind those tensed smile was worry and sadness. How does he know that? He thought that it would be obvious but the others didn't noticed it.

"Welcome to Good Deeds, children," said Professor Dovey, "I know that we're behind some of your other subjects, so we'll dispense with the usual pleasantries."

"Let me begin by saying that over the years, I've seen a disturbing decrease in esteem for this class. Every time you do a Good Deed with true intention, your soul grows purer." She said, justifying the importance of Good Deeds.

Everyone in the class beamed with smiles.

"Though lately, my Good students have been doing them as if they were chores." Professor Dovey continued, "Rather than doing actual Good deeds, many tend to focus more on cultivating their egos, arrogance and waist size!"

Then everyone bowed down in shame, knowing full well that they were all guilty.

"Let me assure you, our winning streak for the last two hundred years can end at any time!" She stressed.

"Now pay attention, the three keys to Good Deeds are creativity, feasibility and spontaneity."

She wrote those three words on the board with a glittering chalk. The chalking writing changes colors on the words, where creativity is written in rainbow, feasibility in light blue and spontaneity in bright yellow.

As the lecture goes on, Tedros tried to listen but something is ringing on his ears, like someone is playing a bad tune on the flute. And it got worse when he felt a cold stare behind his back but when he looked over his shoulder, an Ever boy was taking down notes.

Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he returned his attention to the front but couldn't stop thinking about the creepy feeling on his back.

While students were writing down on their parchment papers, Professor Dovey's eyes roamed around each head and simply glare at the shadow figure in the corner of the room and it vanished, out of sight.

Good heavens. That thing is still lurking around the school, she thought. Fearing for her students, she magically cast a yellow glow across the classroom. The students didn't feel the glittering sparks hovering over them. She hoped that it's enough to ease their anxiousness.

Better to inform this with the other faculty members. It's bad enough that even one of Lady Lesso's students got a fever. Something is afoot. This is getting out of hand.

Such incidents like these never happened before in the entire of history of the school.

Hopefully the meeting won't start with blaming the School Master. Her nose twitched, knowing full well that it will most likely to happen.

~SGE~SGE~SGE~

Surprisingly, lunch took place again in the Clearing and everyone is staying where they belong or the fact the wolf guards and fairies are focused on their chosen side. They don't want a repeat from yesterday so the guards were strengthening their security measures.

Tedros situated himself again on the same tree along with his friends. The weird feeling he felt back at the classroom was gone and he was relieved that the pressure disappeared. The classes fly by and he got his revenge with the Ever boys who made fun of him from breakfast time during sword practice.

"That's some awesome display you did," Chaddick said, "remind me not to mess with you when you are in the bad mood."

"By now, they should not mess with the prince." said Nicholas.

They both chuckled while enjoying the lunch meals provided by the Nymphs in hooded cloaks. The grass fields felt nice under his hands when he overhear someone from the otherside.

"I told her that she should have taken the stew."

The voice came from the three Never girls, grouped together under a tree. He could barely see Hort on top of tree, eating his bucket of food while staring at the entrance to the Tunnel of Trees.

"We are not sure if your concoction would cure her or kill her." Dot said, "She only got a slight fever overnight."

Are they talking about Agatha? Then he looked around the Never side, aware that Agatha was indeed missing out on lunch time. Was she bedridden from a cold or illness? He needs to know what happened to her.

No, idiot! Stop thinking about the girl. His friends might misunderstand him for caring the Never student. It's not his fault that he got curious about her condition.

"Must be the grub ingredients, who knows what they put in there." Anadil replied, swirling her bucking full of blob.

"Sigh… I hope that she'll be all right." Said Dot, looking worried for their roommate.

"If she doesn't break from that fever, I'll have the competition all to myself." Hester smirked, while chewing on a pig legged meat. It looks horribly butchered.

"Hester!" Dot scolded.

"What? I'm speaking the truth. I mean look at the score board now," Hester replied, pointing at the ranking boards for Good and Evil, tacked to the Blue Forest Gates. It was currently being chipped by a studious, spectacled woodpecker named Albemarle.

~EVER RANKING BOARD~

BEATRIX OF JAUNT JOLIE – 88 Points

TEDROS OF CAMELOT – 84 Points

REENA OF PASHA DUNES – 71 Points

He couldn't believe that his ranking got down by one, all because of the Surviving Fairy Tale class yesterday. But he slightly gawked at the old wooden ranking board of the Nevers beside the elegant waxed board of the Evers.

~NEVER RANKING BOARD~

HESTER OF RAVENSWOOD– 94 Points

AGATHA OF WOODS BEYOND – 90 Points

ANADIL OF BLOODBROOK– 87 Points

How could they earn more points than the Ever side? They must be cheating.

Once the well-dressed woodpecker was done with final peck and flew back to the Good castle, few students flock to the sign, looking for their names. Some perked happily to see their names in one of the top twenty while others gloom when they can't find their names.

"The title for Captain will be mine for the taking." Hester said triumphantly.

"Not unless I get to it first," Anadil respond calmly.

Hester glared at Anadil for a second when suddenly they heard of trudging footsteps sluggishly headed to their way.

Hort was first to greet as he jumped down from the tree and bear-hugged the person.

"Agatha! You're alright!" Hort said

"Can't…breath...," Agatha heaved from the pressure.

"Oops! Sorry!"

Hort immediately let go of her and Agatha hunched forward to catch her breath. Dot stood up and put her hands on her shoulders, shaking her in the process.

"I'm so glad that you are not dead!"

Agatha looked confused and asked, "Dead?"

"She thought the dinner food killed you last night." Said Hester, "bits of cow skin doesn't fit well for digestion."

"umm…glad to know, I guess," Agatha replied, rubbing her arm a little.

"But more importantly," Hort looked at Agatha worriedly and asked, "Are you sure that you're fit to join the class?"

Now that he thought about it, Tedros notices her skin is as white as sheet.

"Yeah, the fever is gone and Professor Sheeba allowed me to attend classes later," Agatha said, "So what did I miss?"

A thud of a metal bucket dropped by her side caused Agatha to jumped a little and saw the wolf guard returned back to its post.

"…besides almost missing lunch." Agatha continued, closing her eyes for a moment while Dot ushered her on the ground and start to jabber about their morning classes.

Letting the Nevers be, Tedros enjoyed his lunch meal, listening to Chaddick's wild stories about his childhood, but he couldn't help feeling cold all of a sudden. He warmed himself with the sunlight, stretching out his arms out.

Across the field opposite to the Good, Hester and Anadil were having a heated argument about taking the Captain title, trying to list down their best skills to prove the other wrong.

Hort on the other hand, snored loudly beside Dot and Agatha while laying down on the grassy floor with a drool on the side of his mouth.

Immerse in her own conversation, Dot didn't notice Agatha's attention was on Tedros' back, giving him a cold stare.

There was a hint of green flash across her foggy dark lady bug eyes.

Finally aware that her friend was not listening, Dot asked, "Agatha, is there something wrong?"

Agatha's eyes glistened, breaking out from whatever made her thought blanked and turned her head to Dot with a nervous smirk, "It's nothing, Dot. So what where you saying?"

~SGE~SGE~SGE~

The tenor-tolled clock sang in the foyer, past eleven o'clock as the full moon appeared above the swirly white clouds in the dark night sky.

In one of the Honor tower dorms, Tedros' bunkmates were sleeping soundly after a tired day of school except for the prince who struggled in his sleep, moving around agitated and his blanket fell off from the mattress.

…As he falls closer to the bottom which was filled with skulls, he immediately closed his eyes and brace for impact.

He could still hear the cloaked man's cruel laughter and the girl's scream in terror echoing in his head and –

SPLAT!...

He bolted right up, breathing heavily while putting his palm over his bared chest, feeling the hard beats from his heart.

It was that dream again.

This is the second time he experienced the same dream. The dream where he was at a ball, met a mysterious beautiful maiden and plunged down to his death. He put on his white shirt and grabbed a glass of water from his bedside table.

As he drank the whole water down his almost dry throat, he caught a glimpsed of a glow light outside the dorm room.

He would have thought that the fairies are doing their night patrol when suddenly he saw a dark shadowy figure, standing in front of the doorway. Preparing to grab Excalibur from his side, his eyes never left the shadow until it walked away.

That's strange.

And then he thought of something. What if the shadow figure was the culprit behind those incidents? Brimmed with confidence and the fright from a night terror disappeared, he quickly put on his clamored shoes, setting his belt holster with his sword and slowly opened the door to look for the intruder. He spotted the shadow escaped to the left hallway and Tedros run after it.

Though he should be worried about his loud footsteps alerting the guards but knowing someone intruded the tower brings an adrenaline for adventure.

After passing each candied room, he thought that he'd lost the trail when he turned to another corner and found the figure gone from sight.

"Damn!" he said.

He was hoping to catch the culprit and end this night with a goodnight sleep, maybe. Aware that the intruder comes when everyone is asleep, he'll hatch a plan as he went back to his dorm.

But an eerie voice startled him out of nowhere and stopped him from taking another step.

{…Please!...~}

Apprehensive, he looked around for any person on sight, to the other end of the hallway and up to the ceiling but no one came into view.

{…Save…me…~}

He clearly heard a feminine voice and it came from the staircase to another section of the tower. Should he go or leave it be? But he can't ignore a cry from a maiden and rushed blindly to where the source was.

Climbing up the flight of stairs and entered a floor with dark accent blue halls, Tedros walked aimlessly around the floor and his feet led him to the glass decorated door to the Gallery of Good.

Since there were no guards on the floor level, he might as well go inside and take a look around for anyone who seems lost.

Once inside, it was a beautiful sight to see. The way how the moon light reflects through the colored glass window brought the whole area well-lit with bright colors.

"Hello?" his voice echoed softly around the room.

But there was no response. Did he just imagined it?

His eyes drifted across the sculptures, cases that holds the legendary items from famous fairytale heroes, and stuffed friendly creatures were seen from the light source of the pink-flamed torches.

{…look…for...the…truth…~}

There it is again. It came from this way!

Traversing carefully through the exhibit and around the corner nook, a dozen of paintings mounted on the walls with a title plaque above "Reader's Gallery".

"Is anyone here?" he said again. His hand touch lightly the old wood frames that held paintings of places that he has never seen.

Tedros walked from frame to frame as the landscapes changes.

One painting shows wood front shops in the plaza, the church changed colors from white to red, two windmills rose behind the lake – until a painting of a village came into view with lake-shore cottages and colorful leaves. The purple and green tulips decorating along the thin dirt roads and a leaning clock tower, only drawn as fantasy in a land far, far away.

As children read storybooks on the church steps, the sun's ray of light curtain down to a girl in a purple peacoat and yellow hat with sunflowers.

Alice in Wonderland? He didn't know that she was part of the reader world.

Across the painting, an errant ray of sun spot-lit a boy in black beating a cat with a stick.

Typical Never material.

Rows of paintings were casting their lights on two different individuals. Until his eyes lay on the second painting to the last.

It portrayed children reading on top of an emerald colored hill, two sat below, sunlit on a lake bank. A beautiful girl with gold soft hair in pink packing pouches with cucumbers and the other one was easily recognized. He saw Agatha in the same black clothing back at the Theatre, she was flicking matches into the water.

But something is not right. He looked at the frame where Agatha was in. The paintings are telling him that in every frame, the light chosen two children, one bright and fair while the other strange and grim.

It's obvious that Agatha is on the Never side but what happened to the other one? The one with mesmerizing green sparkling eyes and soft pinks lips curled in a smile? He thought that something horrible might have happened to her and dread pricked his spine. Can it be? Could Agatha have-

He remembered what his father once said.

"The best villains make you doubt."

Had the witch bewitched him since yesterday? Was that why he encountered strange things and how he feels like something has chained his heart?

Tedros felt sick. That girl is dangerous. He should stay as far away as possible from her.

Sweating, he slowly turned to the last huge painting, which was covered by a royal blue cloth. This made him want to peek inside. Tedros was about to lift up the cloth when he heard glittering flutters outside the gallery. Before he could move, glowing fairies burst in, searching every crevice like flashlights.

Far across the room, he saw the doorway where the fairies entered.

This is his chance. Forgetting about the mysterious voice, just when the fairies reached the exhibit, he sprinted for it. This surprised the fairies as he slid between three sculptors, threw open the doors and escaped.

He doesn't know where he is going but as long as those guards aren't on his tail. The hallway that he took leads him to the tunnels to the Clearing.

The fairies swooped in a second later, but all they found was an empty hall, the fleeting figure disappeared from their sight. One fairy growled and stomped it's foot hard on the ground.

~SGE~SGE~SGE~

The prince of Camelot wasn't the only one who had trouble of dreaming. Back at the Evil dorms, the one called Agatha was writhing in her sheets. When suddenly, she trashed awake in her blanket, her face broke out in a cold sweat. The fear shocked her body to the core as her pounding heart increases in a second.

Her mind jumped to alertness and frantically searched around with her eyes wide in fear of the ghostly hag.

Her sight soon got adjusted to the dark room and all she saw were her bunk-mates sleeping heavily and snoring especially Dot who is the loudest.

Anadil slept like a dead body in a funeral with three of her faithful rats on her stomach while Hester covered her whole head with the uneven pillow, to keep out the loud snores.

With no sight of the witch, Agatha got out from her bed and stumbled slightly to the window sill for fresh air. Her eyes darted around the campus ground until they lay still on the School Master's tower.

{…The Tower! The Tower! The Tower!...}

The faded mutters gave her the shivers. Even in reality, her body still remembers the horrible dream and the feeling of being pricked by the thorns still left a sensation. SHe can still remember vivdly the dream that made her frozen in fear. It started out waking up in a meadow.

Blurry lights slipped passed her eyelids as she let out a yawn.

Agatha awoke to a beautiful site.

She was sitting near the edge of the river bank where the clear water have wide variety of fishes swimming around.

The grass was wet with dew as her pale palm softly touches it. She looked around in wonder. The crystal blue sky turned to the bright colors of red and orange as the sun sets.

"Is this…a dream?" She said softly.

It was after supper that she head first to her room and lay her head on the bed to catch a quick nap.

"I must have doze off too soon."

Trying to take the full view of her area, all she could see were trees far beyond the river. The trees reminded her of the ones in the Blue forests but the color was light green not blue. She could hear laughter across the river and strange as it is, the kids playing at the side were staring at her like she was an interesting toy.

That irked her a bit.

Agatha concluded that whatever dream-scape she's in made her feel woozy and uneasy. Sitting down on the grassy field, she felt something small in her right hand.

She brought it up to her face. It was a match stick but the bud was black.

Since when did she get a hold of a matchstick? Agatha flicked the lit match into the water.

"Aggie! Are you listening to me?"

Agatha jolted and turned to her left side, surprised by the sudden voice.

Appeared out of nowhere, a blonde girl was sitting beside her, eating what it seems to be cucumbers dipped in honey.

She can't distinguish her blurry face but her entire outfit was pink.

Lots of pink.

Even the flowers around her were pink. The fact that deep inside, her mind is telling her that she knew the blonde in front of her but where and how?

"Earth to Agatha. Hello?" the sound of her voice gave her an impression of a pout.

"Uh! Yeah, what's up?" Agatha answered.

The mystery girl huffed and crossed her arms, "You're lucky that someone would come to see you when no one else will. To have ME as your friend is a blessing, to have such a good person by your side."

Somehow or in some way that made her mad as she stood up, towering over the mysterious blonde girl.

"I knew it!" Agatha flared at the girl's face, "I'm your Good deed! Just a pawn in your stupid fantasy!"

Good deed? What on earth is she spewing such non sense?

The blonde didn't say anything for a long time, staring at the ripples of the river where two strange looking fishes look up at them. One is white with a black circle on its forehead while the other is opposite of the other one's colors. Like Ying and Yang.

"Well?" Agatha demanded.

Finally, she turned towards Agatha and stood up while puffing out the daisies from her pink dress. She gazed up at her and said, "Maybe….maybe I became your friend just to impress him."

"Impress who?"

Her question was ignored by the mysterious girl's silence.

"But there's more to it now."

She grabbed Agatha's hands with her delicate soft ones, lowering her head above them.

Agatha felt droplets of water on her hands. She looked up at the sky and not a rain cloud in sight. Until she gave the girl a glance, two streaks of tears running down from her hidden eyes down to her pale pink cheeks. Why was the blonde crying?

"No one understands me here, Aggie," she said, looking at their hands, "But you do. You see who I am. That's why I kept coming back. You're not my Good deed anymore. You're my friend."

Her words, no longer filled with spite but concern and love, made Agatha blush a little, watching the blonde's shoulders shaking. This whole situation confused Agatha even more. She no longer felt angry with the blonde.

Did she know this girl before her amnesia? If so, she could finally get her answers. Maybe she'll finally know what landed her on the forest and dragged to school in the middle of nowhere by a stranger.

"Because…I…I…."

There are so many questions swirling inside Agatha's mind, her mouth parted a little to ask the girl desperately.

Thunder banged and rattled across the sky.

All of a sudden, a lightning struck down in the middle of the river, scaring the life out of Agatha as she turned towards it while letting go of the girl's hands.

The river's sunsets hues faded to a dark murky color, the two fishes swam around sporadically, their colors faded to grey and a pale long arm sprung out from the waters while holding a sword above. A silver sword glinted from the sunset's rays.

The ripples turned into blobs of monsters, in different shape and sizes, herded towards where the sword was. One attacked the arm while others swam towards the fallen sword, down to the depths of the murky waters. The horrific scene snapped Agatha's mind into action.

"We need to move. Now!"

Agatha tried run away from the area but she can't move an inch. Her whole body froze as thorny vines crawled all over her, tearing the fabric of her coat. Desperate to get out of the vines, Agatha looked up at the blonde.

"Hey! Why are you just standing ther-" Her voice caught in her throat, non-believing at what she is now witnessing.

The blonde's skin started to wrinkle like curdling milk, mottling with liver spots. Her once golden lush hair fell out in clumps, her back swelled to a hump, and her legs spindled to bony sticks. Her pink frilly dress turned dark and dirty, riddle with holes.

Bold and grotesque, nose pointed with a single huge wart and her eyes dark as the endless void veered to Agatha.

"You're mine, Aggie."

The girl turned witch, teeth blackened smiling ear to ear.

The ground started shaking violently and the location, the scenery, change to the dark green foggy forests while the monsters remain hidden behind each dark tree continuing their repetitive chants. Soon droplets of blood falls visibly from the sky, painting the ground red.

All the monsters from the river started chanting.

"The Tower! The Tower! The Tower!"

The old hag raised her arm and Agatha saw it marred with gruesome black warts caressing her cheek.

"…and there's no turning back."

Agatha felt horror strangle her heart as the witch threw her head back and unleashed a horrible cackle that promised Evil.

The vines started to prick into Agatha's skin with their thorns, tighter and tighter till it was hard for her to breath. A familiar bricked silver tower emerged from the ground behind the witch, surrounded by dark heavy mist making it more sinister.

One by one, each blob monster lay their glowing eyes on Agatha and pain screamed through her body…the sensation of boiling red rain…the prickle of thorns…a taste of blood…

Her body seized but her mind brought back to her senses.

WAKE UP!

Then a thought popped in her mind.

What if…the dream is not what it seems but giving her a clue instead? What if..the Headmaster is the one who holds all the answers. I mean he is the one in charge of the school. He must have the information about my origin.

Agatha mulled every possible way to get to the tower.

The halfway bridge is one of them but the wolf guards were loitering around with their crossbows. The moats is infested with reptilian monsters and takes a lot of skill to swim across without alarming them.

There has to be a way to get up there without any of them seeing me.

Just as she was about to give up, she spotted something that caught her eye. Right behind the silver tower, log fences as tall as the pine trees set up as a barrier between the clearing and the lakes.

The fences were a few meters away from the tower by waters and the moon's light shone over the front portion, casting a shadow from behind, the perfect entry route.

The climbing part may be a challenge but they'll never see it coming.

Once the moon reaches its full phase and along with her dark clothing, she will perfectly blend well in the shadows.

It's a brilliant plan. But first, she'll have a little scouting to do.

She wore her black coat over her black rags and advance to the door, trying not to make too much noise as she steps.

With the wolf guards doing the curfew inspections from the second floors up, Agatha might be able to sneak around them to the Tunnel of Trees.

With a slight crack of light entered the shadow den, the black haired girl exited the room as a pair of red eyes stare at the retreating form from under the pillow before the door closes to darkness.

~SGE~SGE~SGE~

A few minutes after eleven o'clock, the out-of-tune chimes resonated over the grey bricked hallway to where famous portraits of legendary villains decorated the cracked walls.

Soft steps were heard in the darkness and a small figure appeared.

Turning to the corner into a wider corridor, Agatha saw a sleeping Wolf guard slumped with his back on the wall, snoring so quietly for a beast. His hulking body was blocking the entrance to the tunnel of trees. Her teeth clenched with hope to not wake the guard as she inched towards his way.

Carefully lifting her leg over the furry legs and another until she walked two steps forward when a loud snort stunned her in place. She turned slightly to the guard, hesitating to take another step but the guard just rolled over to his left and snored again.

Agatha huffed a sigh of relief and continued walking down the path to the Clearing. The wind suddenly swept through her hair and azure crisp leaves flickered over the entrance. The area is much more tranquil in the night.

She started walking towards the log fences, passing through night flowers, bushes and trees. From afar, the wooden barriers looks so small from her window but close and personal, their as tall and massive as elm trees.

Agatha touched the wooden barrier, the felt of smooth wood with wrinkle designs and with both hands flat on it, she started pushed with force but they won't budge.

She tried to dig the base with her bare hands yet she still see the thick wooden pole, buried deep beneath. Frustrated, she kicked the log and swallowed a yelp of pain while holding her throbbing foot.

Agatha screamed silently, nursing her poor foot when she noticed a glimmer of water from the far right. Eyes squinted and as she got closer, there was a triangular hole between two log fences, big enough to fit her size.

Crouching down to the rotten hole, she can see the two lakes apart. If she timed it right, Agatha can move easily through the shallow water and arrive on the small shore where the base of the tower is.

Okay…I can do this…Breeming with confidence, she crawled through the hole as her arms sank halfway to the water.

Suddenly the water around her arms rippled from the small wave and a sound of something splashing made her blood run cold.

She lurched back quickly to the hole without looking away as she spotted a thin, rectangular snout along with the white scaled spine emerging from the moat. Its sharp red eyes darted from left to right before it dive back to the murky waters.

There goes her courage. That was too close. It could have seen her if it wasn't for the shadow from the tower. But now, peering at the School Master's fortress, all hope was lost.

She was tired, cold and dirty. Agatha yawned and rubbed out the bits from her eyes.

"Have to find another way in."

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP

Sounds of heavy footsteps froze her on the spot, unable to the next step. The only ones who can make such a sound like a punch in a fight are the wolf guards. It's further proven that it came from the wolves as sounds of keys clanging together were heard from the tunnel. She didn't expect the guards to finish their patrol and now she's frantically looking around for a place to hide.

Then suddenly, a hand covered her mouth and an arm snake around her waist from behind. Panicked, Agatha's scream was muffled by the hand while clawing at the offended arms and kicking in the air to throw off the momentum.

But the arms were firmed and strong as she was pulled back to the bushes, disappeared among the nature foliage.

~SGE~End of Chapter~SGE~

Author's Note: This has been long everyone for the delay of uploading a chapter. I know that it's a short chapter but hopefully this will be a weekly update. Thank you all again for your loving support and reviews! Adieu~