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"We aren't sneaking," Anna countered, though her mischievous grin said otherwise. "We’re exploring for the sake of reform."

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Gilly, always the skeptic but never one to leave a friend behind, sighed. "We’re supposed to be in Villainy 101, Anna. Headmistress Flora isn't going to like us sneaking out." Ann-friends.rar

As they reached the center, they didn't find gold or gems. Instead, they found a simple, ancient mirror embedded in a massive oak. When they looked into it, they didn't see their own reflections. They saw scenes of their future—Gilly leading a new generation of reformed "villains," and Anna using her magic to protect the kingdom they both loved.

They gathered their closest friends—the brave and the clever—and slipped past the Gargoyle gates. The Whispering Woods lived up to their name; the wind didn't just blow, it seemed to speak in riddles. Every time Gilly thought they were lost, Anna’s intuition guided them through the shifting brambles. "We aren't sneaking," Anna countered, though her mischievous

The "wish" wasn't a spell; it was the realization that their bond was the strongest magic they had. As they walked back to FTRS under the rising moon, Gilly realized that whether they were royals or reformers, they were exactly where they were meant to be: together.

"It’s a treasure hunt, Gilly!" Anna whispered, her wings fluttering with excitement. "A map to the 'Heart of the Woods.' Legend says it grants a wish to those who find it together." "We’re supposed to be in Villainy 101, Anna

The halls of Fairy Tale Reform School were never quiet, but today, they hummed with a different kind of energy. Gilly Cobbler leaned against a stone pillar, watching Anna—who was looking more fairy-like than ever lately—obsess over a small, shimmering map she’d found in the library.