This is my first fanfic for the SGE series.

Disclaimer: I do not owned the School for Good and Evil series. That belongs to Sir Soman Chainani.

Hope you enjoy~

*~PROLOGUE~*

Dressed as any other noble, Tedros was staring at the castle before him.

Whispers echoed around him. Other nobles were staring at him in disgust and appalled. Feeling conscious of himself, he quickly moved to the golden doors of the castle.

A wonderful music filled his ears as he makes his way to the main hallway. It was a magnificent ball room, glittering with gold tinsel, blue and silver balloons floating around the ceiling, and a large chandelier filled with diamond crystals hanging in the middle.

Male and female dancers wearing black and white masks started to dance in sync with the music.

Tedros passed by the dancers leading to a line of beautiful princesses. Their faces were masquerade by masks. They greeted him with a curtsy and showered him with compliments to win his favor. They were curious about the rose in his hand and wondered if was meant to be theirs.

But not one of them catches his eye.

He walks towards a hallway branched off from the main hall. It was filled with paintings of legendary fairy tale prince and princesses, each with it's own luxury silk curtains on the frames. The carpeted floors decorated with golden designs lighted up to the end of the hallway. The golden candle holders in each pillar magically burst into life as he walked down the way, each step echoing loudly.

Once there, he spotted a lone maiden on the balcony from afar, basked in the moonlight. She wore a midnight blue gown with a blue short laced veil on top of her head. Her black lustrous hair shines and a golden pendant with a green gem clutches in her hand.

Tedros felt his heart beating fast and almost call out to her. But stopped as he saw her form shaking as she looks out at the beautiful garden. He couldn't tell what she was muttering but she was holding her pendant so tight that her knuckles turned white from the force.

Urged by his instincts, he accidentally dropped the rose and makes his way towards her.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning appeared out of now where and the night sky turned to an eerie black and green mist. He looked back the way he came from and gaped at what he was seeing.

Everything turned into a gloomy shade of gray. The walls were in a horrible decayed condition, cobwebs decorated the ceilings and the light from the candles was no longer the orange hue but turned to a sinister green flame.

The once beautiful paintings turn into scenes of horror with torn curtains filled with holes. Some portraits depicts the beheaded princesses and others portray a gruesome death of a prince bath in their own blood. He felt a tight feeling in his stomach.

"no..no … ..NONONONO!"

Startled by the scream, Tedros turned his body around and he saw the maiden clutched her head with her pale hands and kneeled down to the floor, screaming. The balcony behind her where the moon shine so bright a while ago turned into a ghostly shade of darkness.

This made Tedros sprinted towards her as his path behind him broken down into glass-like pieces.

Tedros ran ferociously but the corridor stretched so long that it was impossible for him to reach her. It was like he is watching her through a glass panel. Panic sets in, He tried to yell at her to get away.

But a figure with a staff appeared before him, floating in mid-air. The cloaked man smiled cruelly and brought his staff above his head and slammed it to the floor where Tedros fell down to the dark abyss.

Tedros yelled from the top of his lungs angrily at the figure. As he falls closer to the bottom which was filled with skulls, he immediately closed his eyes and brace for impact.

He could still hear the cloaked man's cruel laughter and the girl's scream in terror echoing in his head and –

SPLAT!

"Wha-?!" he bolted up from his sleep.

The carriage stopped abruptly.

Tedros was huffing and puffing, with a sweat pouring down his face. He slowly regains his breathing and frantically scanned around. He was in his royal carriage, where three big blue suitcases were stored behind and the concerned-looking coachman was checking on him from a small window.

"Young master, are you alright?!",said the frantic coachman.

"Ah! I'm fine, Simon." Tedros immediately respond, "I just had a bad dream that's all."

"Oh thank goodness. I thought that we were under attack." The coachman resume his control of the horses and the carriage moves again.

Tedros sighed and closed his eyes, breathing in and out the fright that was still his heart.

A dream, It was all a dream, he thought. And yet it felt so real to him.

This is what he gets for staying up late last night, he couldn't contain his excitement for his first school day.

At first, this doesn't sound like too much fun, but it's actually something to really look forward to. He wanted to start with a clean slate and even completely reinvent himself as the rightful King of Camelot.

Ever since his father's death, he occupied his time with training, studying and practicing sword fights with his fellow knights.

Since he can't be King until the age of sixteen, his father's advisory council will take charge over Camelot while he attends the school. He doesn't trust his advisers at all but Tedros can't just let anyone rule Camelot besides them while he is away.

Just you wait. Once I graduate, I will be crowned as King and immediately fired them all if I have to. He thought with conviction.

"Sir, we have arrived at our destination." Simon said

Tedros look out from the side window, overlooking the green meadows, past the foggy forest and the two soaring castles come into view. One castle shined in the sun mist and the other loomed with darkness.

This is it.

He is ready for any challenges coming from the legendary school for a worthy prince such as himself.

The School for Good and Evil.

Author's Note: I didn't think that i would be writing this story. This was in my head ever since i read the SGE books few years ago. I hope you liked it so far.