Hey guys! At the moment, I'm looking forward to The School for Good and Evil 3: The Last Ever After! The front cover they've finally uploaded on Amazon is awesome and it's left me so on edge…
Anyways! I wanted to write about the nightmares Sophie might've had back in 'A world without princes' since the author didn't… I guess… Also, would be so grateful if you could check out the other stuff I've been writing lately!
Thank you, all support is appreciated. Stay strong!
-InfernoAlive
A Princess's Dreams, A Witch's Desires
The dove soared high, safe from the danger far below. It flew on the wings of light, chasing the sun with a wild hope. Darkness was descending fast, and the dove cawed in fear as its velvety claws snared its pure, white feathers. Falling swiftly, the majestic bird shrieked as a blindfold of black encircled it, snuffing all light, all hope…
Then an angel came.
Luminous eyes gazed at the falling dove, filled with an ancient wisdom, yet set in such a soft, youthful face. It held out its hand to the dove, and it reached back… felt the warm hands of someone who finally cared…
And then all was cold. The dove shivered, searching for the eyes of the angel, the warmth…
Devilish, dark pupils glittered maliciously right back.
…
Sophie woke up with start, her pale hands making fists in the bed sheets. Sweat was trickling down her neck, disgustingly sluggish-like as she shivered.
"Ugh… first blackheads… now sweating like a pig…" Sophie admonished herself harshly, getting out of bed slowly before walking over to the wall mirror. She looked ghastly, her hair sticking up in wild angles even though she'd brushed it at least seventeen times before she went to bed. She was sure of it.
She was also sure that the dream she'd had had not been a normal one. The nightmare scars stared blatantly back at her through the mirror and she felt sick. What as this supposed to mean? She was kind now, loving… a princess… She was Good. She was…
What would Agatha think? Cautiously she looked over to friend, fast asleep, and gulped.
Getting back into her bed, Sophie closed her eyes, willing herself to dream. Sweet, happy thoughts, dreams of a princess…
But all she got in response was hatred, murderous reveries… ultimate destruction…
The desires of a witch.