Blue Fairwood's Story

Lee opened his eyes. "Alive again huh? And I'm back here of all places," he mumbled to himself groggily massaging his eyelids. The room smelled and looked the same as he had left it. Gingerbread's favorite apple perfume lingered in the air, it was not hard to replicate, and the room was as messy as always, books everywhere, a mixture of textbooks and spell books; it was a image of his mind... Gingerbread. Remembering her, he quickly fumbled in his pocket and groped for the picture and page he had torn from a book before the curse got him. Letting out a sigh of relief when he found they were there, Lee began to pick up his books and clean the room. Then it hit him, she was dead, the wound in his heart opened up again and he fell to his knees dropping the books. Memories rushed back to him, everything, and he closed his eyes for a moment to let all the pain seep in. Lee took a deep breath and staggered to his feet, no time to be mourning, he had a job to do... In rage he punched the wall and screamed, " TO HELL WITH THIS, WHY ME? WHY CAN'T I JUST BE WITH HER?" The wall did not reply nor budge, it was made to withstand the worst of magical explosions, not answer his questions; he slowly removed his bloody hands and let it hang limp at his side, drops of red decorated the floor at his feet soon joined by small splashes of salty clear water.

Gathering himself again, Lee bandaged up his hand and walked towards the closet. He picked out a black dress shirt, sweater and pants, blood red tie, and put them on, rolling up the sleeves. The people in the next room are becoming impatient, it was his time to make an appearance, ready or not. He tied up his sneakers and stepped through the door putting on his best mask of a smile.

"Welcome to the Cor Leonis Boarding School, My name is Lee and I will guide you around your new home the best I can." The door vanished behind him.

Quite a few things happened at once. First, the girl who had addressed herself as Arabella placed a soft hand on his shoulder and pleaded that he release the man, providing good reason, he was their only means of getting out of this room as of now, and there was no point in rushing off headfirst into a land he had no idea about. The touch of Arabella reminded him of his mother, and in that moment he loosened his grip as the man shrugged free, cracking a wise ass joke. Then, the room changed, not only did everything go from a cramped bedroom to a spacious living room, but a set of double doors appeared on the other side of the room. "If that doesn't lead home, where does it lead?"

He spun around as two other girls addressed the group, one introduced herself as Helene, and the other simply inquired as to where they were. Ignoring both of them, he made his way to a spacious armchair and threw himself into it, causing its legs to screech violently. He rubbed at his temples, wishing this god damned headache would just go away. As if things weren't bad enough.

"You say we're in a school, but that doesn't make any sense. Why, of all things would we be kidnapped from home just to be put in a school?" There were far too many questions that needed answers, and this Lee fellow seemed to be the only way they were going to get them, so for now, taking a deep breath, Gregor decided it was alright to play by the rules.

Gregor Ampleton

Marched up to the table, spinning a chair around and slumping into it backwards as he helped himself to two of the sandwiches displayed before him. As he tore hungrily into the first, he watched as Lee explained what was going on and that the two sides, both good and evil, had somehow been the cause of everyone of the kids ending up here. It was all so strange, but Gregor simply rolled his eyes and polished off his first sandwich. Digging into the second, he eyed Lee curiously as he showed them their school uniforms and their 'phones'. He didn't quite understand how he was going to put that to any use, but it seemed like a neat little device to have.

He poured himself a cup of plain tea, gulping it down greedily and taking another large hunk of his sandwich. When Lee had left, he finished his meal and then approached his belongings. He took the phone in his hand and eyed it curiously. "Someone is going to have to show me how to use this. There is no way in hell I am going to figure it out." He tossed it onto the sofa and picked up the school uniform. "I suppose this isn't too bad." He held the jacket up to his chest, and he could just hear his mother saying how handsome he would look in it, and he grinned. Placing it back on the sofa, he threw himself down in his armchair.

"So now what?" More waiting did not sound fun at all, but he dreaded the thought of going to this school even more. It made him long for Phil's training, he would much rather be listening to the stubborn old goat then be here. He cracked his knuckles and looked around the room, what an odd bunch, and yet, they were all here for a purpose, and each one of them was going to help each other get back home, of that he was sure.

Bigby wasn’t sure exactly how long he had been running through the winding hallway but it had seemed to him as if he passed the same door and window at least twelve times, it was almost as if the damned thing was never ending. But then he saw it, a large oaken door that he was positive would lead to the outside world. Upon reaching the finely made door he burst through it triumphantly with both hands, only to find himself in the exact same room he'd been running from. 'damn magic' he muttered to himself as he caught his breath, noticing everyone in the room fiddling with strange little devices which his nose told him was made of a strange material, some were also examining the most god awful wardrobe he could have ever imagined. God how Bigby hated magic. Walking over next to Ara, who quickly explained the basics of what Lee had told them, he picked up one of the ugly looking ties. “What the hell is this?” He asked anoyyingly, the question obviously directed at Arabella. “Some kind of mini noose?” He added as he threw the thing over his neck, which looked rather ridiculous on his ugly clothes, only to lift the tie above his head and make a mock choking noise.