I decided to do a combination of the classic fairy tale, Cinderella and the characters from Final Fantasy 7. The basic story line of Cinderella is the same, but I have added some differences to make the story my own and to try and keep the characters relatively like themselves in the game. I'm not about to let Tifa become weak and a damsel in distress.
I am deliberately making the time period mildly ambiguous because I don't really want to commit to having it in a historical setting or a modern one, in case I want to use an idea. I'm keeping my options open basically and I'm trying to write it so that the period doesn't actually matter.
DISCLAIMER: I give credit to the makers of the Disney film, as some of the ideas appear in the story, and so are not mine. Also I do not own the Cinderella concept or any characters from Final Fantasy. The song title 'Like Cinderella' is from a song by 'The Cheetah Girls'.
Please review so I can know what you think, and also constructive criticism is welcome.
Well that's about it, enjoy the story!
Like Cinderella
Prologue:
How simple does life seem to be when you are young? The future is riddled with dreams, romance and exciting adventures. Even as we grow up and pretend to forget about such wild fancies we entertained as children they remain with us. Hidden in the dark recesses of the mind, appearing only at night when we are asleep, when our defences are lowered and the world of fancy is free to roam.
Mine remained with me. Every night as I feel my eyelids become heavy I knew that a different world awaited behind my lids. However accompanying this blissful state is the knowledge that it will become harder to wake up the next morning and leave my dreams behind.
I never told a soul. That is one thing you must never do when it comes to dreams; utter them. Of course you can but you are jinxing your own ability to have them. For if your dreams are heard by another they are gone forever, broken into pieces as they hit the air of reality. That is why I never speak mine.
I know they exist though. Somewhere out in that town, my dreams are hiding in shadowed corners, occasionally peeking out to reassert their existence. I spotted one once, walking through the streets. It was only a glimpse, as I have said, to reassure me they are there but it was enough. Just enough to catch a quick peek at the figure that invaded my dreams, the eyes that drew me too look beside me as I woke and the hair that had me twirling my own in the morning. I knew he was there.
Dreams after all, if catered for properly are never further than round the corner …
RHM