So the girls were on their way to the School of Fairytales when they bumped into Cerise Hood's and Ramona Badwolf's dad. "Hello, Mr. Badwolf!" Apple said, cheerfully. "We don't mean to be bothering you." Said Rave , "But do you happen to know where the School of Fairytales is?" "And no tricks!" Apple added. "Apple, maybe he's good." Raven said, "He did marry Little Red Riding Hood and had my friend Cerise." The daughter of Snow White nodded. "Fairy well." She said, "Do you?" Mr. Badwolf smiled, pointing in the direction that Apple and Raven must go.
"Thank you!" they said. And they were on their way.
"I told you it wouldn't be that bad." Raven whispered. "I still don't trust him." Apple said, "This place is beyond creepy." "Well, what do you hexpect? Mirror Prison is just up ahead."
"Mirror Prison!" Apple said, "That's it!" "What's it?" Raven asked, even though it was obvious. "Remember a my magic mirror told us? That means we're getting close!" Apple hexclaimed with squeals.
From the up window of Mirror Prison, the Evil Queen was peeking out. She was beyond annoyed to see her beloved daughter with Apple White. She demanded that Raven come there at once upon a time. Raven sighed and rolled her eyes. She knew this was about Apple tagging along and that there was going to the usual talk of when she was going to give her the poison apple.
She eventually approached the window. "What do you want, Mom?" she said. "Bring me the girl! I want Snow White's daughter!" Raven was angry. "No! I will not let you hurt her!" "If you will not follow your destiny, I will kill her before your fairy eyes!" Apple screamed, horrified. "You wouldn't dare!" Raven said. "Try me." The Evil Queen responded, "Follow your destiny or I will do it myself!" Raven couldn't take it anymore. "I said no!" she shouted, magic surrounding her, "If you kill my friend, I will have to die!" "There has to be another way!" Apple cried. "Perhaps there is." Raven said. "There is no better way!" said the Evil Queen, "Either way the girl dies!" "Oh yeah." Raven said, "Wait 'til you hear this-I wish that we could go to the School of Fairytales, forget about Mirror Prison and my despicable mother!" "Your wish is my command." Said a voice.
Then, Apple and Raven were teleported and forgotten the whole incident that had just happened. I doubt the Evil Queen did, but that's for another chapter. For now, let's see how they are discovering their surroundings.
"The School of Fairytales." Raven said, "It's so beautiful in person." "Indeed it is." Said a voice. Apple jumped. "Who was that?" she said. "I think it's Jeannie Lamp." Raven replied. "You must be joking, Raven. Jeannie Lamp went 'poof' a long time ago. You heard the magic mirror-you are to never talk about it." Raven rolled her eyes. "You're overhexaggerating." Raven said, "Relax."
Then, a figure popped out of nowhere. It was not blue like you were thinking, but rather humanlike with a regular skin tone and what seemed to be fancy genie clothes. Apple was surprised and speechless, looking back and forth from the images in her hextbook and on her MirrorPhone to Jeannie Lamp in the flesh. She was fairy astonished, but Raven went up there like a pro. She was asking questions and chatting up a storm. It was kind of impressive, royally.
"Where did you go?" she asked, "Whatever after happened to you? If fairytales don't go 'poof', why didn't I ever after see you until now-why haven't ANY of us seen you? Please tell me, Jeannie. After you granted my wish, I need you to help me on something that caused me to come here. I wanted to come here to sort things out and maybe, just maybe, you could come to Ever After High with us."
"Now that you mention it, a lot of those questions do have to do with Ever After High." Jeannie Lamp said, "And if you guys are from there, you have no intention of listening to this story."
"All the good reason to tell us." Raven said, "I need to know so I can help you. A fairytale in need is always good. And I'm right here if you need it. Go ahead. I'm listening. Jeannie Lamp sighed. "If I must….." she said.