The Never

Suddenly, Miro woke up. She was falling. Falling fast, towards a familiar body of water. Other kids, some she recognized, some she didn’t, were falling all around her too, some splashing into the water. The difference was, Miro wasn’t screaming.

Splash, splash, splash, the other kids fell. Bam. Miro landed standing on a wooden crate that was with some of the other rubbish floating in the water. She didn’t really know magic, but she knew enough to influence the air and gravity to have her land right. The box was probably some kid’s luggage, but Miro didn’t care. It was already wet anyway. 

She pulled out a black parasol (who knows from where) and opened it above her head. She was quite a sight, the fifteen year old beauty with her dainty black shoes and black dress cropped just above her ankles, hair all done up, parasol open to protect her from falling children and their luggage. 

A particularly large splash occurred near Miro. Even with just a glance, she knew who it was. Smiling, she said to the child now clawing her way to the surface: “Hello, Harpin!”

A girl with rugged blonde hair in a loose bob gave Miro a grin.

“Hello, Miromaximus.” She said in a gritty voice. She was wearing torn black clothes, but what really drew the eye was that she had two curled black horns, like a ram’s. She was the daughter of Maleficent. 

“Mind pulling me to the shore? I can’t afford to get this dress wet.” Miro called.

“Sure.”

Harpin swam towards her, kicking her feet rapidly. Grasping a loose rope that was coming out of the little handle hole of the box, she began to tug Miro to shore. When they reached the rocky beach, Miro stepped daintily off of her crate with help from Harpin’s hand. In front of them was a giant set of stone double doors, looking as if they were carved into a mountain. Looking up, you could see the School for Evil towering above you. Then there was the bridge, and across, over the water, was the School for Good.

Laughing together, the two girls followed the other students and started the climb up the rocky hill, over the bridge, and into the hall.