Hey guys! I'm back. This chapter is longer than usual, and I hope you enjoy it!
kikipanda825: Your welcome! I hope you keep reading my story! (It should get even more interesting once the plot really takes off)
Aimee: I totally agree! I will make an effort to have longer chapters, and to answer your question, Aimee will get to The School for Good and Evil around chapter seven, so keep reading! I have no plans of discontinuing my story.
Part 4, Angus
Everything was black, and Angus couldn't feel anything. This disturbed him. Angus, like his sister, was very reliant on his senses. He couldn't perform magic as well as her, and attempts had only brought a few turquoise sparks, but they were pretty much equal at fighting, and survival. Angus tried to contact Aimee. Again and again. But their link was blank. And that was what really broke something inside of him. Maybe this was hell? Angus didn't know. All he knew was that he missed his sword's leather grip in his hand, Tessa's soft fur, his mother's gentle warm hugs, Aimee's comforting words and the knowledge that his second half was there to guide him. And now that was all gone. Gone. And so it continued, day after day. Or was it night? Or was there day and night at all? Angus was lost, empty. Until a hooded girl with big brown eyes broke him out.
There was a crack in the darkness. Angus woke to find himself lying down on a comfortable bed, in a nice little cottage. It was small, and appeared to have three rooms. Angus had been sleeping in one. His room was plain, and painted a nice light yellow. His sheets were white, and his pillow was fluffed up. On the bedside table, which was made of simple wood, sat a sword which he instantly recognised as his own, and a photograph. Angus smiled at it fondly. It was at a beach he and Aimee had come across on their travels, and they were sitting down, the wing blowing his curls to a side, and Aimee's braid into a mess. Tessa was curled next to Aimee of course. There were faint orange sparks coming from Aimee's left hand, which you could only make out. She had been a pro at magic immediately, of course. Unlike him. His sparks had never done anything. Lost in thought, he didn't notice the girl until she was right next to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and he jumped violently.
"Sorry!" She piped. She had a high pitched voice, dark hair, princess figure, and brown eyes. Brown eyes he recognised. "You! You were the one who broke the darkness! Who are you? Where am I? Do you know where my sister is?"
"Questions." She chuckled. "Always in three's. But to answer your questions, I am Kiko. You are in my cottage in Neverland. My parents live here, you see. And no. I do not know where your sister is, although I know of her. Your link, that allows you to speak into each other's minds, is what has caused your kidnapping. Three wizards, we do not know their names, are interested in your link and want to replicate it to apply on themselves. To do that they had to leech out your power. And they did that by magically knocking you out."
"Why didn't they take Aimee?"
"Aimee has stronger magic, and with magic, comes will. It was less likely to succeed, and the magic in her would have fought off the sleep, as well as her stronger will to be rid of the darkness. Also, as Tessa is most loyal to her, she would have made a commotion when Aimee was taken and woke you up. However, when you were taken, Tessa was not awoken, and slept soundly on with your sister."
Some people think it is strange how with senses as good as her own, Aimee is not woken very easily. Angus knew that his twin would not be woken up till late unless she had planned to wake up early, or was expecting danger. They weren't that night. Angus looked up and realised that Kiko was still talking. He arranged his face into a sincere and interested expression, and pretended to have been listening. "… and we're just waiting to see if we can locate her. But I think I know where she will be as of tomorrow."
"Where?"
"The School for Good and Evil. Given your parents, I cannot say I am surprised. You have received a letter, so I am sure she will as well." Kiko's face was wistful. "I remember school. It was fun, and Tristan…" Kiko broke off, her face darkening. She turned up her heel abruptly. "Come on Angus, I'll show you your letter. It's from Hort."
"Who's Hort?"
"The School Master."
"He is?" Angus asked, trying to get her high spirits back.
"I know!" Kiko said, her face lighting up. "It was so unexpected! I mean, he wasn't exactly a model student, and no one really wanted another Evil School Master after the last fiasco, but…" Angus tuned out of Kiko's incessant chatter and focused on the room around him. Upon exiting his room, he and Kiko had passed two doors, one that led to the bathroom and one that led to what he guessed was Kiko's room. Here in the lounge room he observed a small wooden table set for two, a tiny kitchen which had an oven, stove, microwave, and dishwasher powered by magic. There was also a cutlery drawer, food cupboard, and a cupboard that held plates and bowls and equipment. There was two small couches, a cozy stone fireplace, and a small coffee table in between. All of the furniture was made of the same light brown wood. On the floor was a soft blue rug, and the walls were the same light yellow as in the room he woke up in. On the bench, there was a silver framed photograph of a pale boy with red hair and freckles. He was handsome. Kiko broke off when she saw where he was looking. Her face went sad again. "That's Tristan. He was my boyfriend."
"Oh! You mentioned him before! Wait. Was?"
"Yes." Kiko said softly. "He was killed in a Trial by Tale a couple of years ago when we were at school."
"By one of the traps?"
"By Aric." Her face darkened again when she said his name. Angus felt sorry for her.
"I know how you feel. Losing someone."
"Your sister isn't dead."
"I know. I meant my mother."
"What about your father?"
"He died right after we were born. The stomach wound Arthur gave him was serious. Guinevere patched it up, but infection set in. At least he got to see us into the world." Angus sighed. "Never the less, Aimee and I never got to meet him properly. Aimee's older by four minutes and has a much better memory. She said she has a faint memory of him, smiling but wincing at the same time when he saw her. I don't remember him at all."
"Sorry." Kiko said.
"Don't be. I've gotten over it. Aimee and Tessa were all I needed. And our mother as we grew up."
"How did she die?"
"She wasn't coping well in the woods. She had survival skills, but she was also pining over Dad. Plus, after all those years being a princess, then going to school, then being Queen in Camelot, she wasn't used to eating forest food or making meals from scratch. She struggled. She got weaker and weaker. At 8 years old Aimee found Tessa and bandaged her hurt paw. Tessa was furiously loyal. She would kill small animals for us, and would always do it neatly, so we could eat it. She protected us. The first time she brought us meat, Mum laughed. She said 'I'm glad someone will be taking care of my children when I'm gone'. At 9 she told us she would probably die soon. When we were 10, I woke up to Aimee shaking my shoulder, crying. That's when I knew something was wrong. Aimee almost never cried. Cries, I mean," Angus corrected himself. She's not dead. He smiled to himself. She's not dead! "I sat up to see my mother's limp body, her pale face. We buried her next to the spot she buried our father. She had told us at a young age that that was where she wanted to be laid down to rest. From then on it was just the three of us. Aimee and I travelled to all the places we had read about in random people's homes. People were always inviting us in. People just naturally like me, and Aimee has this sort of pull about her, even though it takes a bit longer to like her, and ages to know her. Those were great years…" Angus gazed happily into the distance, lost in memory. His face went bitter. "And then everything went wrong."
"Not really Angus. You're going to The School for Good and Evil. You have your letter, and your ticket to the flower ground. Which, incidentally," Kiko said, checking her watch, "is coming in ten minutes."
"What? I thought you said it was tomorrow!"
"I lied to make you less nervous."
"Well now I'm more nervous!"
Kiko grinned at him playfully before he threw a pillow at her. Then she grinned harder.
"Okay." Angus said, trying to calm himself. In less than 24 hours, he would see his sister. He didn't want to be acting crazy.
"Come on Angus, I'll take you to the spot," Kiko said, shoving a pillow in his face along with a leather bag with clothes and his possessions from his bedsidetable. Angus didn't have time to marvel at the wonders of Neverland as he followed Kiko through a forest. He was too busy trying not to break down from tiredness and worry. How had Aimee coped? She probably thought he was dead, with their link gone. He had to see her. He turned to Kiko. "When will my link with Aimee return? I'm not unconscious anymore, and it still won't work!" He concentrated hard. Aimee. I'm okay. Kiko continued walking briskly as she talked. "Your link probably won't work again until you see her, which will revive it." Kiko continued to talk, but Angus wasn't listening anymore. His link with Aimee had been a part of him for so long. Not having it was unsettling. Lost in thought, Angus didn't realise they had stopped until he bumped into Kiko. She sent him an amused glance. In front of them was a caterpillar wearing a tailored jacket and a top hat.
"Tickets please." He said in a crabby voice, attention directing towards Kiko.
"Actually, sir, I'm not going," Kiko smiled, gesturing towards Angus. "Only Angus here. Angus of Camelot." At these words the caterpillar's eyes bulged out of his head and he whipped Angus's flowerground pass out of his hand and stamped it with bid red letters. "Angus of Camelot, you say? Well, well. We can't have you with the others. FIRST CLASS!" Angus felt vines pull him underground, giving him one last glance at Kiko's smiling face. Angus found himself pulled through the ground and sitting on a pink plant moving at a great speed, labelled the 'Tulip Line'. There was music playing and food that made his mouth water. He was sitting comfortably next to chattering boys and girls, all looking sure and at complete ease. Normally he would have taken this in with more detail, but all he could think about was Aimee. He was going to get her back.
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