THIS FAN ART THAT I FOUND OF AGATHA IS AGATHA! but a very sad one. 

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own any characters from SGE. Soman Chainani does. If anything is mentioned in this chapter or the rest of the book that is from a book and/or fandom, they do not belong to me no matter how much I wish them to be. 

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Chapter 12:

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" 

"STOP TURNING THEM INTO CHOCOLATE!" 

"NO! DON'T APOLOGISE!" 

"IF YOU DO THAT ONE MORE TIME, I SWEAR I'LL THROW YOU INTO THE DOOM ROOM!!!"

Sophie learned about 10 seconds into Henchmen Training that Castor really liked to threaten people, and yell.

He really liked to yell.

Castor had presented them with the job of commanding animals, the first step into learning how to train Henchman. He had explained that most of them would end up as henchman, which is why later they would practice actually having a leader commanding their henchman. But since they all, "had no experience" and "were insolent children", they would do animals for now. 

Sophie really disfavoured that class. Most people didn't know what they were doing, so they ended up yelling at the animals half the time, causing Sophie to rub her years, and complain under her breath that her delicate princess ears were meant for a calm animal-friendly environment. 

There were a couple of birds students were trying to get to lay eggs. Dot kept bribing it with chocolate, it didn't make it lay eggs, but at the end of class, Dot had something white on her shoe.

Hort just kept yelling at the bird. 

"YOU HAVE TO CONVINCE IT SOMEHOW!" Castor yelled at him. 

"But, I don't know how!" Hort protested.

"THAT'S WHY YOU'RE IN SCHOOL!" Instead of helping Hort, Castor went away and started yelling at some other students who were trying to get a cat to walk to a designated spot, and yelled that they were doing it all wrong.

Hort then gave up and went over to help a boy with oily black mane of hair, and brown skin.  Sophie remembered him because on the way into the room he raised his eyebrow at her, and glanced at her appearance in not really disgust, but something similar. Sophie took this well actually, claiming in her mind that she still looked like a princess, and she would be out of the stinky School for Evil soon. 

Anadil seemed to have it easier than others since she already commanded her rats on a daily basis. If she was having trouble, she would get the rats to talk to the other animals, though to Sophie, it looked more like deadly threatening then a nice conversation.

What about Sophie? 

She was busy hiding in the back, behind a table. 

All Sophie wanted to do was to go up to an animal and speak to it, like a real princess, and finally prove she was in the wrong place to the Schoolmaster.

But, Sophie couldn't budge, it was like she was frozen in fear. 

Maybe it was just because she nearly got bitten by a cat on the way in.

Maybe it was just because Hester kept giving her the evil eye anytime she came within a 10 foot radius of her.

Maybe it was just because the class was being led by A TALKING DOG! 

Whatever it was, Sophie couldn't budge because of it. She tried mentally yelling at her limbs to pick themselves up and walk over to an animal and show everyone how it's done. 

As you can tell that was a failure. 

Sophie gave a little yelp when the table she was hiding behind was flipped over and was replaced by Castor's shockingly bright red eyes, drool dripping from his mouth and hitting the floor, making Sophie cringe. 

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE GROUND BEHIND A TABLE?!" Castor exclaimed. "IF YOU DON'T WANT TO PARTICIPATE IN WHAT EVERYONE ELSE IS DOING, AT LEAST DO A BETTER THEN COWERING BEHIND A TABLE!" The girl with the green skin, Sophie was pretty sure her name was Mona, snickered. 

Sophie stood up slowly, closing her hands into fists so she could stop them from shaking in fear. She tried answering, but her throat felt dry. 

"Since you have been hiding behind this table for the majority of the lesson without me KNOWING, go over to that Golden Goose and make her lay her egg for you. WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST STANDING THERE? I SAID GO!" Sophie quickened her pace, and went to the middle table where a golden goose sat in her nest, but not before hearing Castor mutter under his breath, something about "Readers" and "how they never". 

Sophie saw that the goose wasn't actually gold, although she saw on its feathers some golden flecks dancing across like a shimmering light. 

A sign read next to the Golden Goose that said in horrible big long scratchy writing:

GET THIS GOOSE TO LAY HER GOLDEN EGG AND YOU MIGHT NOT GO TO THE DOOM ROOM NEXT TIME YOU GET SENTENCED.

Underneath it in smaller writing, it said:

OH.

AND YOU MIGHT GET A GOOD GRADE TOO. 

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"How is she gonna get it to lay an egg? I heard Golden Geese only listen to the Good," said a boy at the back of the classroom to the boy beside him.

"Are you blind? She's that Reader from the assembly!" The other boy cried out. 

"How do we know she's Good?" 

"Maybe she isn't, but she doesn't look evil to me."

"Isn't there some saying like, 'don't judge people by there appearance. Looks can be deceiving'?" 

"What are you now? Some Good lover?" 

"Of course not! I was just saying..."

"WILL YOU TWO QUIET! I'M TRYING TO WATCH THE BLONDY FAIL!" An annoyed voice yelled. 

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Agatha felt betrayed.

Ally had left her 10 minutes into Beatification, standing up from her desk and announcing she was leaving for Sword Class.

Professor Anemone had looked at her with a baffled look on her face.

"Sword Class is only on the boy's schedule! We haven't had princesses in Sword class for around... 200 years! And, your schedule says you have Beatification now does it not? Or did the Schoolmaster put you on the attendance mistakenly?" All the girls turned in there seats to see Ally's reply.

"Nope! No mistake! Actually, the Schoolmaster and I have an agreement of sorts," said Ally.

"And what might that be?" Anemone asked, raising her perfectly-shaped eyebrow.

"So, basically," Ally began. "On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays I go to Sword Class. Since I'm still enrolled as a "princess" I go to Beatification on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Today I just did attendance here because it's my first day here. Also, I like to make dramatic entrances!" Agatha saw a Beatrix lean over to say something to a girl sitting beside her. 

 "What a queer girl," Beatrix whispered. The girl put a hand over her mouth to hide her small smile. 

"Yeah, she's super weird," the girl said. "I bet where she comes from everything is oh-so great, and she's adored and praised. She just thinks she can do anything, and say anything to anyone, and get her way. Wait until she realises that nobody likes her." Some of the girls around them heard her and giggled. Although a couple frowned at them, but they didn't say anything. Agatha looked at them all with shock and a little bit of horror. Wasn't this the School for the Good?  

Although Agatha new that they had talked so quietly that Ally shouldn't have heard, she saw a flash of hurt spread across the girl's features, and for a short moment not looking like the confident, sarcastic, all-knowing girl Agatha met just a day before. 

Professor Anemone hadn't replied to Ally's statement yet though. Instead, she just stood there and frowned. A second passed and she looked like a statue. Her mouth seemed to be forming words, but no sound came out. Her mouth closed, and her head tilted almost in question. Then she spoke.

"The Schoolmaster has just confirmed what you Miss Parkinson have said. You are dismissed, and please enjoy... Sword...Class," she said. Professor Anemone then got the attention of the rest of the girls and continued to speak. 

Ally grinned and looked back down at Agatha. Agatha glared at her.

"Oh, don't look too glum!" Ally cheerfully said while patting Agatha's head.

Agatha smacked Ally's hand away, hard. Ally scowled at her and rubbed her hand.

"You'll get used to it! It will get better, trust me. Today's probably the worst class this year!" Ally whispered so nobody could hear. 

"That's why you're supposed to stay here so you can cheer me up through this torture!" Agatha hissed back. Ally shrugged. 

"In normal circumstances, I wouldn't even be here, so you're lucky I'm here at all," Ally mysteriously said. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" asked Agatha. 

Normal circumstances!? What the heck is normal anymore!?

Ally ignored Agatha's question, and simply said, "Besides, I can't miss an opportunity to make a dramatic entrance!" Ally's grin widened until it looked very creepy. "Dramatic entrance!"  She repeated to herself, excitedly,  

"Miss Parkinson!" Professor Anemone exclaimed. "Are you leaving, or not?" 

"Sorry, Professor!" Ally called back quickly. "I was just leaving now!" Ally straightened and turned to Agatha. She winked. "Good luck!" Agatha scowled at her, but Ally suddenly vanished and her desk did too, almost like she had never been there in the first place. 

Agatha sighed and half-listened to what Professor Anemone was saying. After a while, she came over to ever person and got them to smile for her. Beatrix had given this brilliant smile, from which the Professor praised her. 

While this happened, Agatha tried to practice smiling, but it felt a weird, fake, and it hurt her mouth.

Professor Anemone came over to some girls who sat beside her. Agatha nervously clenched her fingers as the Professor got close. 

Professor Anemone practically glided over to Agatha's desk. She stopped in front of it. Agatha raised her eyes to meet the Professor's one. Her face was unreadable. 

I hate this class.

***

The Schoolmaster watched the Storian with interest as it painted a scene of a student from Evil, something they did in class. He bit into his peach, almost moaning in delight at the goodness of this said peach. Whoever, or whatever found peaches, the Schoolmaster would forever be grateful. 

He stared in wonder almost and was in deep thought. Something like this had never happened in a long time. To the Schoolmaster, it presented something even greater. 

Perhaps this is when a newer and greater generation of Evil began.

The Schoolmaster looked at the book thoughtfully once more. It seemed to be about two best friends, finding how to remain friends in all of this chaos.

But, a witch and princess best friends? 

That was something the Schoolmaster couldn't comprehend. He had been best friends with his twin brother, but even that had fallen apart drastically. 

But, he knew after watching the Storian for many, many years that all that would come to an end. A witch and a princess could never be friends.

Maybe this time, Evil would prevail instead of Good if his suspicions were true...

Suddenly, a loud groan of complaint interrupted his thoughts. 

"Seriously? I was just about to go to Sword Class and you wanted me to be here!" 

The Schoolmaster turned around to look at the girl and gave her a look of amusement.

"Miss Parkinson, I did not use anything to bring you here, you simply came here yourself." He said. 

"Ahh, but that's when you're wrong!" Ally replied. "You wanted me to be here, and would've gotten me here anyways, so I just came here by myself because I am a nice person and wanted to save you the pain of contacting my amazingly annoying self!" 

He rolled his dull blue eyes. "Enough with your Earthling wisdom. Though, it is not wisdom to my ears," The Schoolmaster said, muttering the last part, sure Ally wouldn't hear. Ally's eyes widened.

"Hey!" 

The Schoolmaster had almost forgotten about Ally's...very strange knowledge.

"I wanted to ask you something," he began. Ally huffed.

"That's all you ever want you to know, knowledge... What if I'm tired of talking? What if I don't want to give you knowledge? Won't you ever just come to accept the fact that I do not like you? Can't you just ask Professor Sader for knowledge?"  The Schoolmaster glared at Ally. 

Why do I even put up with this girl? He thought. But he did know why, which made it even more infuriating. 

"You know as well as I how much I value Sadar, he is a very talented Seer. But he cannot give me the knowledge of what you know, which you keep wanting to keep away from me!" Ally crossed her arms.

"Some things shouldn't be known Mr. Very-Old-I-Don't-Like-Him-Schoolmaster." she firmly said. Ally sighed. "I already know what you're going to ask, but I'll ask anyway: What do you want?" The Schoolmaster stepped closer to Ally.

"I want to know," he said quietly. "Is this girl the one I've been looking for? Who will prevail in the end? I know where you come from, and I can't get the knowledge out of you because you are protected somehow from everything. Tell me want to know!" The 12-year-old girl stared at him.

Ally suddenly teleported right in front of him. She narrowed her eyes at him. 

"Just because you have a mask, doesn't mean I don't know who you are Rafal, the evil twin of the two schoolmasters." The old schoolmaster smirked but didn't say anything. He suspected Ally already knew. "I will not tell you what you want to know, you will know soon enough."

"You keep saying that!" Rafal said through gritted teeth. "I want to know now!" Ally stepped back, a calm look spread across her face.

"Patience Mr. Evil," she said. "You already know too much." Rafal suddenly roared in anger and shot a blast of magical energy at Ally. It hit her with a large blast of light. Rafal smirked in triumph. 

"YOU KNOW?" said a voice. Rafal jumped back in shock, his body hitting the desk where the Storian worked. The Storian glowed bright red in anger as he had interrupted its painting. 

Rafal looked up to see Ally holding her hand out, seeming to stop the magic from hitting her. Ally snapped her fingers, and the magic disappeared. "I SOMETIMES CAN'T TELL WHOSE WORSE!" Ally continued. "YOU, OR RHIAN!" 

Rafal hid his shocked look with a grin. "You think I am better than my brother?" 

"No!" Ally said rolling her eyes. "Your brother was the best."  Rafal's grin turned into a scowl. "I was talking about Rhian, as in King Arthur's eldest son." 

"King Arthur has two sons?" Rafal asked curiously. Ally shook her head. 

"No, he has three. One's an amazing evil leader, and the other is a psychopath." Rafal seemed to smile. 

"So, does that mean-"

"In this story, Tedros is an only child, so don't even continue that sentence." Rafal fell silent. Ally started laughing suddenly.

"What's so amusing?" Rafal asked. 

"W-well... It's just you attacked me, which is so like you, and you still think that you can accomplish anything and... yeah... I can't believe I still ship you with- You know what? I gotta go!" Ally looked at her watch. "I really want to learn how to wield a sword so when I meet Eragon and the Jedi I actually know somewhat how to use a sword..." 

"Miss Parkinson?" The Schoolmaster called out. 

"Hmm?" 

"I look forward to our next meeting." Ally scowled.

"I just can't wait!" Ally said, not hiding the sarcasm in her tone. "Maybe next time you won't try to kill me!"

Ally paused for a second, then teleported away. The Schoolmaster turned to look at the Storian again. 

"What a strange girl," he muttered. He looked back at the new fairy tale the Storian was writing. "Maybe...?"

Little did the Schoolmaster know was that before Ally had teleported away, she had looked up at something, not really the ceiling, but something beyond that. She smiled. 

"Oh, he doesn't know what's gonna happen does he?" She laughed. "Enjoy the show guys, it only gets better from here!" 

She teleported away, but not before muttering something else under her breath:

"Or it only gets worse."

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Author's note:

 *hugs knees to chest* "I'm so sorry," I whisper quietly. 

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