The leaders of the Great Hall do not deceive me. I know beneath the sweet smile, is the web of lies they have worked so hard to spread, so that all sixteen of us fly in unsuspectingly, and get tangled up in their wicked spells. I come from the Coraline family line. Known for its impeccable warrior skills and the truth of its knowledge, The history of the Coraline family is as strange and twisted as this entire prophecy. Every family is born into an arcanum, responsible for the spells of its magic. Each arcanum has its type of spell, its type of danger, and its type of weakness. Ever since the leaders of the Great Hall found out that the prophecy, an incredibly old record predicting the fall of magic, was coming true due to a person unknown, every girl in town has been taken from their homes, either being captured by the great weasel Humphry II or being imprisoned by Comet, the ruler of the cosmos. But, at the end of all this chaos, sixteen girls were left unharmed. Two girls from the Coraline family, my sister Aurora and I, Diana. One girl from the Archie family, a girl named Sarah, is a mystery to whoever sees her. Three girls from the Jade family, triplets, Marla, Jodie, and Charlie, who may be in separate bodies, their souls connect through the power of magic. One girl from the Alison family, Margot, is not who she seems to be. Two girls from the Collin family, Janet, and Jolly are long-lost sisters separated in a battle between the sea and land. Four girls from the Crystal family, Avery, Riley, Maeve, and Liana, are not identical quadruplets, nor do they have identical minds. And finally, the three girls from the Brooke family, Cherry, Alyssa, Donna, and Marlie, love each other to infinity. The leaders of the Great Hall are quite sketchy, to put it simply. Long before magic was a thing for everyone to know, the witches known as the sixteen loved, caused havoc across small towns like Riverdale by casting spells of destruction, chaos, and betrayal. So, ten people from each of the ten towns banded together and created the Great Hall, a group of people who fought off and imprisoned the witches bravely, stealing all their magic and knowledge on their way. But, out of the sixteen witches, one escaped. Her name is said to be unknown, but according to the prophecy, she had a child who is going to rewrite the stars, avenge the death of fifteen witches, and remove magic for all. And so, the Great Hall began causing chaos. We are all imprisoned in a tiny, cramped cottage with three bedrooms, each shared by five girls, the biggest one holding six. My roommates are Aurora, Cherry, Marlie, Margot, and Sarah. All of us tend to lie on the bed and chat about many things. Magic, our families, and why we are left here, in the middle of nowhere, unsupervised. Each of us has to do household chores, and we are not allowed outside the rooms. They are sealed shut, the only sense of communication with the outside world being a small telephone pole attached to all three rooms. Each room houses a bathroom, three beds, a small indoor garden, a kitchen, a place for us to practice magic, and of course, a small sofa used to sleep on when sick. We also have a rug of weird patterns, stained with food after eating. "Magic is all someone cares about. I bet the prophecy isn't even about a girl." Cherry said one day, sparking an idea that was to remain engraved into our minds forever. We started a series of newspapers, books, and parties, all organized on Fridays, talking about the prophecy under the pen name of, "The feminist party" The party was something, not even the Great Hall could expect from a couple of girls locked inside a small room, never to show their faces to society ever again. It was a revolution, for all of us girls to unite and fight for what was ours. Respect. We demanded a pot full of respect, for each other, for the women of the righteous families we belonged to. We were out of whom you would never know existed unless you searched for something detailed. We were only known for our suffering, not how we helped shape magic. Thus, the feminist party long lives, for we have passed on our gifts to all the girls who can believe they have the power to empower. Though magic is long gone, our legacy will live on in the hearts of those who care. And well, we were right. The dark child of the prophecy was a man named Carter, who destroyed all of Riverdale, and left only the weak to live.

 

So long, my dearest ones.

Diana Coraline, number two