Chapter 1 Blinding lights shined through Evelyn's window as she silently woke up. Dressed in her lilac night gown, she silently crept to her closet. Holding up a white, silky, ball gown adorned with lilies, she put it in her suitcase. Scrambling through her belongings, Evelyn sighed. She couldn't decided on what else to bring to The School. Time to confide in her fairy god-mother! "Lillian!" She murmured, and clapped 3 times. A zap of light summoned a small door and POP, a harassed looking fairy appeared. " Need help packing Evelyn?" The fairy asked. Noting her depressed gaze, Lillian waved her wand and chanted a few spells. Clothes floated towards the Fay and obediently followed her commands. A few sweaters, blouses and jeans neatly folded themselves and plopped into the suitcase, skirts and dresses, and knee high socks tucked perfectly on top, and finally one more chiffon frock floated down. The lid closed and the fairy nodded in approval and vanished. She put on a periwinkle blouse, a black skirt, and elegant heels and glided out the door with her packed suitcase. On the way to the grand hall, she snatched her designer Poison Apple purse and walked into the dining room. She kissed her mother on both cheeks, grabbed a pastry, and set for the long ride to school. It was her freshman year, yet everyone knew who she was. After all, who didn't? She was the daughter of Cinderella, everyone's bound to have seen her before. She walked out into the gardens and climbed aboard the infamous pumpkin coach 5.0, the newest update that travels 5000 km/h, perfect for road trips and rides to The School

Sapphire Café (prologue) Sunlight danced on the tidal waves as the sparkling water swayed. On top of the rocky shores of the beach, a small stone castle stood there with a sign saying: welcome to sapphire café. This exotic restaurant was like a fairy tale, complete with real mermaids stringing golden harps at tables 1-7 and fire breathing dragons at tables 8-14. Real princess danced from place to place, taking orders and bringing dishes to customers. In all of this beauty, no one noticed a secret trapdoor under each table. Now you must all be wondering what is beneath the trapdoor? The answer is simple: a school of magic. Fairies, sprites, witches, any one who had a special ability that couldn't be explained. There were authors and illustrators that could weave beautiful tapestries of words and pictures that humans call stories. This school had no name. Some called it the Institution for Highly Talented Students,others just The School. The restaurant was a disguise for witchcraft. What else would you call magical talents? You could say this was a place where evil roots in your heart, but also a place to see your destiny in this world. To be continued in Chapter 1..........