Broken (Cedric)

Something inside me is just...broken. I ignored my sister today. I've never done it before and the look on her face...I know she doesn't deserve it but...I just feel so angry.

When I first went to evil everyone made fun of me but after the dragon transformation I seem to have won myself some unintended respect. Not that it makes me happy. What sort of hero is respected by villains?

And the frustrating part is, I've worked so hard to be a hero my whole life. Everything I've done, sword play, learning from my father how to rule a kingdom, everything has been for the moment I'd know I was truly good. The moment my sister stole from me. I hate it. I hate her. I hate myself. I hate these feelings.

I trudge down the hall. Some villains follow behind me. Apparently they respect me and want to learn my secret for pretending to be good. Pretending, ha! That's what I've been reduced to.

Meanwhile, in another part of the castle some people were conversing through a magic mirror.

"Sophie, they're miserable!"

"Well what do you want me to do Tedrose? Those were the results of my test."

"But there must be some mistake. Otherwise how can they both fit the opposite side so well?"

"Aggie and I thought the same thing our first year."

"But-"

"Or are you saying you wish she'd been in evil as we initially thought and you'd married me?" She burst out laughing at his appalled expression. "Relax, it was a joke. I know how much of a terror I was in my younger days."

"(whisper) you still are"

"I will choose to believe you mean the young part. Anyway, your children are fine. I'm taking care of your son and your daughter is strong. Maybe a little too headstrong, but she can manage."

"But-"

"Enough. I'm tired talking to you, I'm turning off the mirror."

(Back to Cedric).

Back in my dorm, I go peer into the mirror, I haven't done that since before arriving at school. Adria said I looked different, it's not been too long, there can't be too much of a difference.

But immediately after looking I know. I look dead, like a ghost haunting a cemetery. Actually, a bit similar to Adria when we were at home. Now, with her sparkly dress I know she hates and with a lack of evil potions and things to entertain and keep her up all night, she looks much healthier. This strikes me as funny, looks like our separate schools are already having an effect.

There's a loud banging on my door. It's one of my roommates, a huge boy that looks a bit like an ogre. He yanks open the door, gives a loud snort, and says "(snort) it's time for class dragon boy!"

I sigh. The me a few years ago would have never believed I'd get this nickname for being a dragon rather than slaying one.

I grab my books. The only reason I'm going to class is because of a desperate hope that maybe if I attend all my class my teachers'll see me as someone studious and send me to good. But I know it's stupid. I slam the door on my way out.