Long author's note ahoy! If you don't want to know, please feel free to skip this.
Firstly, an apology. I have not been avoiding you all (Much) and I would like to say thank you for all the lovely reviews. I meant to get this chapter up for February. It's not February. Whoops. There have been technical difficulties, as in my laptop breaking and not being able to fix it until halfway through April, as well as awkward exams at school, and then I was on holiday for two weeks. Believe me, I'd much rather be writing this then doing exams and revision. Anyway, so I haven't been able to access the file that I started, so I couldn't get this finished.
Also, I would like to announce that I am coming up with a set number of chapters for this story, and I shall be pulling it to a close in the near future. But I won't rush it don't worry.
Finally, by special request, that I was more than happy to try out, I have decided not to have a song in this chapter. Unfortunately, it may result in this chapter to be slightly shorter, but I shall aim for 2000 words, none the less.
Now, on with the story!
Disclaimer: Oh, you know the drill by now! I don't own any of this!
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"The time has come, Jafar! I expect my army ready!" The wardrobe bellowed it's orders as Jafar ran around, checking the three captives bonds and pouring a drop of green liquid into twenty-one glasses. A blue light filled the pantry they were hiding in and a towering figure appeared in the centre. The unconscious Prince Charming stirred and turned his face away from the light.
"Ah, Hades," The wardrobe chuckled.
"My King," Hades inclined his head slightly. "Are you ready, Jafar?"
Jafar nodded and pulled out the body of a small girl and put her in front of the wardrobe. He then reached up and pulled open the doors of the wardrobe. A golden ball of light floated forwards and the two villains watched as it entered the body. It disappeared into where her heart should have been. The blonde's eyes fluttered open and Hades smiled a cruel smirk. "It worked."
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"E-Eilonwy?" Taran rushed forward and the small blonde Princess flung herself into his arms.
"Oh, Taran, I've missed you!" She exclaimed.
"Where had you gone?" Peter Pan flew over and landed next to them, putting his hands on his hips and tilting his head to one side. He was closely followed by the yellow light that was Tinkerbelle, as usual.
"Peter, give her a moment!" Wendy scolded. Tinkerbelle scoffed and rolled her eyes. She wished that Wendy girl would stop flirting with her Peter.
"Oh, it's okay, Wendy," Eilonwy said, "I was taken ill in the middle of the night. I wish I'd have had time to tell you all that I was leaving. I'm sorry if anyone got worried."
Christopher Robin just smiled from his seat as he turned a little, yellow, stuffed teddy bear over in his hands. "Well, I think it's just great to have you back, Eilonwy,"
"Me too!" Alice chimed in, then patted the seat next to her. Eilonwy sat down and conversation started up once again. But, no one noticed the strange gold glimmer in Eilonwy's eyes...
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"Congratulations, Aladdin! You've finally moved forward in life a little. Ah, l'amour est une belle émotion, non?(1) It makes me want to sing!"
"Please don't," Kuzco scoffed from his bed. Clopin frowned for a moment, then his face lit up again as he bounded over to Aladdin.
"I don't see why your so happy," Hercules mumbled. Kuzco laughed.
"Ah, eet is what ze French do," The Emperor said in a mock French accent.
"Oh, shut up, Kuzco," Quasimodo snapped, sounding a little exasperated. Kuzco was doing this type of thing all the time; making fun of Clopin in any way possible. Quasi had seen Clopin when he had gotten angry and it hadn't ended well. But Kuzco kept on pushing it and Clopin kept getting more and more annoyed.
"Anyway," Aladdin interjected, desperate to change the subject. "Did you notice how empty the Cafeteria was yesterday? I mean, the whole school was meant to be in there, but there were so few people there."
"I've heard more parents have been pulling people out," Milo responded. The other boys had noticed that this new kid kept to himself a lot, but they just supposed that it was the pressure of joining a new school. Quasimodo nodded and was about to speak when the bell rang and the Headmaster's voice rung out through the hallways.
"Lessons will continue as usual tomorrow."
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The school seemed to almost get back to normal, as classes started again and everyone started to settle down and get back to work. But there was still a cautious air about; everyone was still unsure about the situation. But if Professor Merlin had said it was okay to go back to lessons, then it must be safe, right?
The teachers seemed to be in worse moods then usual. In English, Frollo had put the entire class in detention because Esmeralda had answered a question. He had been known to punish the gypsies for knowing things, but this was talking it a little too far. In Science, Maleficent had burnt off Phoebus' eyebrows, because he had dropped his pen noisily. Kuzco had been turned into a llama by Yzma in Art, purely for turning up. The weirdest thing was that they all seemed to have cruel smiles on their faces every time anything like this happened. It was creepy, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind that there was something fishy going on.
But there wasn't really anything they could do. People seemed to choose to push the idea out of their minds. Which was probably the wisest thing to do, because if you don't acknowledge something it usually doesn't effect you.
Along with problems with the teachers, there were problems with the students. A handful had suddenly started acting violently and irrationally towards others. No one seemed to be able to explain this sudden change.
"Apparently, that Peter Pan in the younger year threatened someone with a knife," Belle explained to Esmeralda and Jasmine in the common room after lessons.
"The little red-head?" Jasmine asked. Belle nodded and the three girls exchanged worried looks. At that moment Clopin walked in and threw himself into an armchair, huffing. Esmeralda raised a dark eyebrow at his unexpected mood.
She leant over to put her hand on his arm, but he jerked it away, frowning. "Clopin, are you okay?" She asked, pulling her hand away.
"No." The male gypsy replied, gripping the arms of his chair, digging his nails in. "I just don't feel too good, okay? Just leave it."
Esmeralda opened her mouth to say something, perhaps an apology, but the noise of footsteps from the stairs cut her words short. "Have any of you seen Kuzco?" Aladdin asked, approaching them, with Hercules following close behind. "He's not in the dorms. We saw him storm off earlier, but we don't know where he went."
"Who cares where that idiots gone?" Clopin snapped. Aladdin frowned at his friend. They never spoke to each other like that. Something was not right. Clopin stood up and walked up to Aladdin standing in front if him, and staring him down. "Move."
"What's your problem today?" Aladdin asked, shaking his head and not moving.
"I said move."
Aladdin folded his arms. "No."
"Look, guys, can you stop?" Hercules asked, putting his hands on their shoulders. Clopin pushed it off and turned to face the demi-god.
"Who said you could get involved?" He sneered through gritted teeth. Despite the distance in size, Hercules backed off a little. Clopin was genuinely scaring him. He's never seen him act this way before, and it really was really intimidating.
"Fine," Hercules said, "Come on, Aladdin. We're obviously not welcome." Aladdin nodded, looking a little hurt and they turned and walked away.
"What was that about?" Pocahontas whispered, looking at the fuming gypsy worriedly. Something really weird was going on.
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Tinkerbelle landed on the windowsill outside the detention centre where Peter currently was. She pushed the window up a fraction and squeezed through the gap. She flitted around the room until she found Peter curled up in the corner of the room, head buried in his arms, shoulders shaking as the sobs shuddered through his body. Tinkerbelle landed softly on his elbow and put her tiny hand on his head. 'Peter?'
The boy looked up at the chiming noise and blinked. "Tink? What are you doing in here?"
'Getting you out, of course,' Tinkerbelle explained, putting her hands on her hips and floating a few inches off his arm. 'Come on. Get up,'
Peter shook his head. "Tink, what's happening to me?"
Tinkerbelle folded her arms and looked at Peter. He looked so upset. Sure, he'd been a little naughty in lessons before, but the surge of hate that he'd felt before he'd been pulled off Taran was something that he'd never experienced before, and it had scared him. It had scared him a lot. Reduced him to tears. 'I don't know,' the Fairy replied quietly, 'But crying about it's not going to help. Come on, we're gonna leave. We're gonna go back to Never Land and everything will be fine. Now, stand up.'
This time, Peter did as he was told. The prospect of going back to Never Land cheered him up a little. Finally he'd be back in the place where he could do whatever he wanted when he wanted without any stupid school rules getting in the way. He stood up and pulled his shirt down. They reached the door and Tinkerbelle was about to explain how she could pick the lock when the door opened anyway. A tall figure looked down at them. Tinkerbelle flew to Peter's shoulder and Peter stood up straight, quickly wiping his eyes of any remainders of tears that had been clinging to his eyelashes.
"Peter Pan?" The figure asked. Peter nodded recognising Jafar. "Come with me, boy."
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The film comes to a halt and Kuzco enters.
"Okay, now we've got to this bit I'd just like to say that anything from this point on wards is not my fault," A cough sounds from the side of the screen. Kuzco rolls his eyes. "I mean, it's none of the students fault. We are not to be held to blame for any damages done, and it is all paid for and repaired now, yada yada yada. Can we carry on with the action now? I look good in this bit!"
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Megara looked at herself in the mirror. A dark expression was on her face, but a smirk still lingered on her lips. This time she was going to prove to everyone that she was so much more than what they thought. She gripped her new weapon; a long bow, made of dark wood. She felt the balance of the bow in her hand. She felt powerful. The dark attire she was now supporting was a mixture of a Greek war tunic and a dress, with tight trousers and leather hunting boots. She bet she looked like Artemis her self.
"Looking good, Nut-Meg," Came a drawling voice from the door way. Meg spun around to see Hades leaning against the door frame. Meg couldn't help but smile a little. "Come on, the meetings about to begin." The god lead Meg out into a huge hall full of people she recognised, along with a few she didn't. The were all looking toward the centre of the room were a small blonde girl was standing on a raised platform.
"My warriors," The girl spoke with a strange power in her voice that Meg hadn't expected. Any noise in the hall dispersed and every one in the room was focused in the same direction. "You are the army that has been brought together to combat the power of the 'good'" She spat the word out like it was some foul-tasting food. Sort of like sprouts, I guess. "We will attack Dream High tomorrow as the sun rises and they will not know what hit them. They are unarmed and unaware. We will strike hard and fast, and there is nothing they can do but cower under our wrath. Dream High will fall."
Scanning the crowd, Meg noticed Clopin standing a few feet away, eyebrows knitted together. He looked as powerful as she felt and as the little girl sounded. He was wearing a black tunic similar to hers and was carrying a scythe that just have reached seven feet tall, if not more, with a huge shining blade that made her feel in pain just looked at it. His expression was focused and determined. She could tell he was angry and that he wanted to cause pain to as many people as possible. It was odd, but she felt the same. Looking around, she could see that many faces reflected these feelings. She smirked. This was it.
"But, we still don't know who you are?" Came a female voice from the front. An oriental looking girl was the one who had spoken and broken the tense silence that had followed the blonde girl's speech.
"My name is Nobody."
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A/N: Finally a little more of the mystery is uncovered! Oh, and 'Nobody' is not a reference to Kingdom Hearts, but I do love that game!
Okay, well, again I'm sorry it took so long, but, here we are. Also, I've changed on of the genres to 'adventure' as this is getting into more of an exact storyline. I shall try to keep it light-hearted, though I know this chapter had been a little dark (And a little short! D:)
I will try to get the next chapter up soon, but don't expect too quickly, because I have more exams coming up and I need to focus on my revision. Thank you all so much for your patience!