Chapter 1

In the forest of primeval
A school for Good and Evil
Twin towers like two heads
One for the pure
And one for the wicked
Try to escape you'll always fail,
The only way out is
Through a fairytale.

Hidden away in the seemingly never-ending woods there is a school like no other, twin spires rise from the ground, one for the wicked and one for the good, but hidden in that very same forest is a small castle.

Created for two children, born from sin, to hide them away forever.

The sinful children are never to leave the tower, they are told that they are evil, and with green eyes streaked with gold, skin as pale as snow, lips as red as the reddest rose petal, and hair as black as a ravens wing, these children have not committed a sin themselves but those golden eyes speak of sins against heaven.

The father for whom the sin belonged to was determined to never let those cursed eyes roam free, for those who are born from sin are followed by death.

Surrounded by nothing but hatred the two children plotted, planned for the girls release into the world, and eventually the boy's release. A mixture of herbs to turn the raven black hair to spun gold, contacts to turn golden eyes to green, and balm to turn the lips to a soft petal pink, and so Sophie was born.

The village thought nothing of the appearance of the orphaned girl, the girl who seemed to appear out of nowhere, they only saw the beautiful girl who was adopted by the man who had sinned.

She was so kind that the villagers slowly forgot of the castle in the forest. But it appeared that forgetting about the curse for one born of sin was the most foolish thing they could've done.

Sophie smiled at her reflection, she touched the mirror and daintily drew a circle, and just like a pond the her reflection rippled and a different face appeared, hair as black as night lips red as a rose, and eyes streaked with gold.

"Hello my dear orphan," the boy said in a mocking tone, "how goes the day of judgement?" smirking right back at him "My beloved Abaddon, today goes exceptionally well, the fools are running around as if the hounds of hell were after them."

"Very well then the golems1 and I are surrounding the village, and we will charge at 10.00 pm exactly." The aptly named Abaddon said.

"Do you know our, ..Father," she grimaced, "is planning on getting married again, this time to a turkey, with two sons."

With this announcements both faces darkened, for they had spent their lives making that man's life as miserable as possible, when Sophie had first entered their rightful house she had been shocked and angry that he had replaced their mother with a fair haired, pale faced ditz.

Sophie had added deadly nightshade to the ditz's food and automatically she had gotten sick, eventually she died, but not before seeing Sophie's true self and proclaiming that Sophie was far too beautiful for this world, and then dropping dead.

The memory always brought a smile to Sophie's face.

Sophie's greatest fear was being taken to the school for good and evil, because it meant no returning to her brother and quite possibly having to remain 'Sophie' forever.

She was terrified that if she went she would be put into the school for good, after all what would she do without all of her beloved poisons, one of her friends Grace had been taken to the school and had become a princess.

Apparently it wasn't bad but it was hard.

Sophie smiled one last time at her brother before swiping her hand across the mirror, it was time to visit her only real friend, Agatha.

Agatha had been the one who had brought food too them, she was considered worthless, when in fact she was quite amusing, she lived with her mother, a woman who had no idea how to raise a child, and a mother who had scared Agatha's father off.

"Azrael!" Agatha yelled as the blonde haired angel came into view, "Agatha dear, how are you?" the aptly named Azrael said when she came near Agatha, "I hate this day, I don't want to get picked, yet my mother thinks that I will be going to the school for evil."

Agatha's mother was an old hag, long gone were the days where men would flock to her, she always walked with a limp and had a hunched back, her hair was limp and hung heavily around her crinkly ears.

Agatha was a child born out of wedlock, she had brought Azrael and Abaddon their food, they had become fast friends, the twins were hated for their birth and Agatha was hated for looking like a hag, they had fun plotting people deaths.

"I'm not looking forward to tonight," Agatha said, "What if I'm sent to the school?" Sophie laughed "Why Agatha, me and Abaddon would come and get you, besides if anything it is, after all, just another place to conquer."

That was the twins favourite phrase, 'Just another place to conquer,' it's how they got through life, conquering one thing after another, and if this school master thought that he was going to take their friend and get away with it he was sadly mistaken .

And why would he bother with them, a villain who looked like a princess and a princess who looked like a villain.

Golems: magical clay figures who can be brought to life