In the darkened halls of the abandoned school, the halls were surprisingly colorful.
In the main office, the walls glowed in a rainbow of reds, yellows, blues,and purples. The entire desk was green and drippy, a lamp was bright orange, and across the floor stylized eyes looked up at the fantasy scape panted on the ceiling.
That was were Finn was, happily finishing off the dragon that was attacking the kingdom of Southern Cross. Maybe if it made this school look beautiful again all the children would be able to come back. It was eternally thankful to those nice, scruffy looking men that it had found living here. The hues they had supplied it had been lovely.
Hey son, wanna' learn how ta' make witch balls?
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