Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. I might make some up later, but for now all of them are from Gail Carson Levine. However, the plot is mine.

Ella closed her magic book. Her children were just being tucked into bed, she had observed.

It was a dark night. The sky was littered with white stars, and the moon shone brightly.

"Good night, Char," Ella whispered as she kissed her husband lightly on the cheek and slid under the covers.

The king and queen of Kyrria were currently on a trip to visit Areida, Ella's beloved friend, in Amonta. They were spending the night at Areida's family's Inn, but tomorrow they would depart and travel back home.

Hugging her pillow, Ella drifted off to the Shores of Sleep.

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When Ella awoke, she heard footsteps. Leaves crinkled in her ears. With her vision blurry, Ella thought she must be dreaming. But her vision eventually cleared, allowing her to finally realize where she was.

Ella sighted the leaves of a willow tree. Beyond the leaves, she spotted tombstones, and a pair of feet.

Char!

Suddenly she recognized the location. Ella was back in Frell, and this was where she cried when her mother died! How did this happen?

She looked down at herself, and noticed she was dressed in a dirty brown gown that was supposedly black. The first thing she thought was that her mother would have hated it. Her mother would have asked her to wear a green gown, as to match her wild green eyes.

"Cousin of mine," Char stated, motioning towards the tombstone in front of him. "Never liked him. I liked your mother."

Weren't these the words he said to her the day of the funeral?

"Char!" Ella burst out from under the willow tree and ran towards him.

"Excuse me?" the handsome, young Prince Charmont seemed bewildered. He cocked his head and scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion.

Ella gasped of both astonishment and disappointment. She understood. This was the young Prince Charmont. This was the first time she had supposedly met him. But they were already married! How could this be? Char didn't exactly know her yet. Everything had rewound.

Ella pinched herself, and winced from the pain. She was still there. She was still at the place of her mother's funeral, facing Prince Charmont, who had not yet fallen in love with her.

"I'm… I'm… sorry," Ella apologized, holding back tears. "I'm sorry, Prince Charmont." Ella felt the words unrolling on her tongue. Her mouth begged to simply call him Char.

"It's all right," Char replied politely. "You may call me Char. My father calls me Char as well."

Tears welled up in Ella's eyes. This was reality. Everything had gone back. All the way back. She was cursed again. She did not have Char's love. Hattie and Olive were still destined to be her stepsisters. She would have to do everything all over again.

A/N: Whoo, my first Ella Enchanted story! I'm not sure my writing will be so Ella Enchanted-ish, but I want to try, and I'll try very hard. Please help me and REVIEW!!! Thank you! I know this chapter is short, but it's half prologue, half chapter... I'm just counting it as a chapter. Please review!!! Constructive Criticism please! Thank you!