The prophecy, as old as time States that one alone remains sublime They say he does not conform to people That he belongs not with good, nor evil A complex character, some may say He shines as bright as light of day Though often overlooked, to our dismay Now heed this tale, for it shall stay

Legend has it, this unique boy His arrival will be with utmost joy Many suns and moons from now His feet will touch our blessed ground He’ll study in the school for good But be not alarmed might he be misunderstood Alas, this story comes to an end We cannot wait to meet this new friend!

Ah yes, the prophecy both nevers and evers had heard a hundred times over, always speaking of this miracle boy that would grace their lives, how he was the ‘Chosen one’, or something to that effect. The tale had been written by the Storian long ago, when the schools for good and evil had only just begun to be established. Most of the students believed it to be outdated, but the teachers stood strong in their belief, insisting the Storian was always right.

Many moons later, Present day.

It was transfer day, new students had been pluched from their beds the night before, carried in the claws of a terrifying stymph, they’d be dropped in their respective schools based on their traits and characteristics. The new good students, evers, would be dropped lightly into lush flowerbeds, while the evil school’s new nevers would be tossed into the murky waters surrounding the school filled with god knows what.

All seemed normal until a never girl, freshly drenched in foul-smelling filth, pointed up to the sky. A stymph was on its way down, carrying a boy. Nothing really stood out about him except for the fact that he was quite... pretty. Never students were typically not good-looking, they all turned ugly sooner or later. So to have someone of such grace attend their school would be an unusual but not unwelcome occurrence.

The boy, who had previously been sleeping (who knows how he slept through a whole kidnapping) was finally dropped, landing in the gross waters with a splash, he resurfaced, gasping for air, before hastily making his way to shore, now he looked more the part, sopping in suspiciously brown water.

Suddenly professor Dovey, the good school’s dean burst through the doors, she looked panicked.

“Oh, you poor dear! My deepest apologies, you’re not supposed to be here at all, you were meant to land in the school for good. That blasted bird must’ve been confused, you are a special case, after all.”

She hurried over to him, taking his hand in hers and gently but firmly leading him away, intending to take him back to the school for good. Noticing the nevers less than happy expressions, professor Dovey sighed.

“Sorry students, you were probably looking forward to having him in your school, you know how the prophercy goes though, he’s destined for good.”

Once they arrived on good’s grounds, Dovey turned to the boy, taking in how his clothes were still dripping water.

“Oh dear, we’ll have to get you some new clothes, again, we’re terribly sorry, you must be very disappointed initially, this was not how we intended our star student to arrive.”

Looking back up to his face, Dovey was met with an expression of confusion, seeing as she needed to elaborate more, she added,

“You are {{user}}, right? The boy from the prophecy?”