A/N: Hello, readers! Welcome to Part II of Crossover IV: Poison Apple. I know it took a long time, but I'm finally done writing the story. Each chapter will be uploaded weekly, but not the exact same weeknight each week. My summer work schedule to too unpredictable. I hope you all enjoy this story and thank you for reading!

Before reading this, you should read:

Crossover: Another World

Crossover II: Evalius

Crossover III: Nemesis

Crossover IV: Poison Apple Part I

Crossover IV: Poison Apple Part II

Prologue (Intro)

Myrtle wondered about her new darkened tower, aimlessly. She had only just recently escaped her almost certain death in Evalius. The young fairy had been chosen by Lord Argarion to be his bride. This, however, did not mean she would rule his kingdom side by side at his hand. Instead, she would be part of a ritual joining them together. This union would have allowed Argarion to steel her youth, giving the remaining years of her life to him so he could live longer. He performed this deadly ritual every ten years.

Every bride chosen before has died, that was until Myrtle. Lord Argarion did not count on her supposedly good fairy magic to save her. To escape, Myrtle had no choice but to use her magic for darkness, thus allowing her to survive. This, however, was what led to her being expelled from the Sisterhood. This was an elite group of fairies that go around, passing gifts to young princesses. These fairies were also one of the few that knew the secrets of Evalius.

Myrtle now considered herself evil. After all, there was no point in denying it considering every person she knew saw her as so. She just was not sure what to do first. After all, she was fairly certain the princess she was meant to curse has not even been born yet. What was she supposed to do with herself in the meantime?

She then thought of the other kingdoms with their own happy stories. Why do these young princesses and peasants have to be the one that get happy endings just because destiny says so? After all, fate chose to condemn her for a reason unknown to Myrtle. Why could she herself not get a happy ending?

Myrtle then realized her own life was ruined because someone interfered that should not have. After all, she was never supposed to even see Lord Argarion, nonetheless be chosen as his bride. He found her and interfered with her destiny. Myrtle began to wonder if because of this, she could change someone's fate. She began to ponder up a plan for her first evil act.

Myrtle traveled across to a simple little farm. She honestly had no idea why a fairy with powers to conjure up anything at thought would choose to live here. However, this is what Shayla, the fairy godmother, chose for her life.

Myrtle used her wand to open the door. She found Shayla sitting at a spinning wheal, aimlessly spinning up straw into gold and silver. Her light red hair fell down over her shoulders. She wore a simple white and green gown. At Myrtle's sudden presence, she jumped.

"Hello Shayla," Myrtle greeted, pleasantly. "It's a pleasure to see you after all this time."

"What do you want, Myrtle?" she asked.

Myrtle smiled with a hint of sly. "You once guided me before I officially joined the Sisterhood. Perhaps I simply came to ask for some advice."

Shayla sighed and asked, "What can I do for you, Myrtle?"

Myrtle then shook her head and head. "Actually, I think I'm ready to guide a young maiden myself."

Before Shayla could react, Myrtle waved her wand, making the spun gold and silver rise up, wrapping itself around the elder fairy, binding her.

"I'm curious about the girl you were planning to visit," Myrtle went on, casually.

"Please, Myrtle, I beg you," Shayla pleaded. "Do what you want to me, but leave Sahrissa alone! She's innocent and has done nothing to deserve your wrath."

"You know I was once innocent too," Myrtle pointed out. "I guess its just not meant for everyone to stay that way."

With that, Myrtle vanished, leaving the leftover straw to grow and form itself around the farmhouse so that no soul can either go in or out.

xXx

Sahrissa awoke coughing as she did every morning. The ashes from the fireplace would always somehow find a way to get in her throat. She was forced to grow accustomed to this, as there was nowhere else warm for her to sleep. She used to have a bed of her own, but her Stepmother took it away from her so the cat could have a place to sleep.

Stretching her arms in the air, Sahrissa stood up and walked to the small barrel of water in the corner of the room. She took a cloth in and placed it in to dampen it before using it to clean her face. Sahrissa used to forget this sometimes and her stepmother would call her Cinderrissa, only without any hint of humor in her tone.

Sahrissa then sighed, figuring she better go ahead and prepare some breakfast before her Stepmother, Vivienne, wakes up. This woman had to be the strictest sternest woman Sahrissa has ever met. She had no idea what her father saw in her.

Sahrissa's father owned his own manor and had a fair amount of money. Once her mother passed away from illness many woman in the kingdom wanted his hand in marriage. Her Father grew quite fond of Vivienne when they first met. At first, her stepmother, merely did not pay Sahrissa much attention. However, after her father passed away in a hunting accident, Vivienne suddenly grew cold towards her young stepdaughter. Ever since she was twelve, Sahrissa was treated as a servant rather than of nobility, as she was used to.

Sahrissa began to heat water over the fireplace, preparing to boil some eggs. At the sound of light footsteps approaching, she drew in a sharp breath, dreading her stepmother's presence. She then let out a sigh of relief to see that it was just Jillian, her younger stepsister.

As of now, Jillian was the one person who ever showed Sahrissa kindness. She was only a year younger than Sahrissa herself. Jillian would actually chat with her as though she were part of the family rather than just a servant. She would even sometimes try to stand up to her mother when she thought she was being too cruel.

"Are you starting breakfast?" Jillian asked, stepping behind her. As Sahrissa merely nodded, she asked, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Sahrissa shook her head. "No, I think I got it. However, if there is a way you can keep your mother and sister asleep a little bit longer, I would be eternally grateful."

"How about a sleeping spell?" Jillian suggested with a grin.

Sahrissa laughed. "That just might work. Only, I think I would get a little too relaxed around here."

They remained silent for a few minutes, before Jillian asked, "So do you think you are going to the ball next week?"

"The prince's ball?" Sahrissa asked quietly without much enthusiasm.

"Yes!" Jillian answered more excitedly. "I hear at this ball, he will choose a bride. I don't think I have much of a chance, but I am still excited to go to a royal dance! What about you, Sahrissa?"

"Honestly," Sahrissa began quietly, "I don't think there is much of a chance in your mother letting me go."

Jillian sighed and said, "Well, maybe I can say something to her, try to convince her to let you come. I hope you can. Otherwise I won't have anyone to talk to."

Sahrissa grinned and patted her little stepsister on the head. "You're very sweet and charming, you know. If not the prince himself, then at least a dozen guys will be overjoyed to meet you."

Sahrissa then went into the other room to get more water for drinks. Once she entered, she dropped the barrel, startled by the presence of another person. This woman had long dark brunette hair and wore an elegant purple dress.

"Who are you?" Sahrissa demanded.

"Hello," The woman smiled and said, "My name is Myrtle, and I am your fairy godmother, young Sahrissa."

Sahrissa gawked at the tall dark haired woman, who claimed to be her fairy godmother. Her jaw dropped just like the barrel of water she was holding.

"Fairy godmother…" Sahrissa repeated as she forced herself calm and tilted up the fallen water barrel. "I always thought fairies were smaller."

"Fairies have the ability to change their size," Myrtle explained as she smoothed her soft purple gown. "Seeing as we mostly interact with people, it seems most suitable and convenient to remain the size of a human."

"I see," the young maiden said as she backed towards the door. "Well, it was nice meeting you, but I have some chores to finish up and my stepmother gets really upset when things aren't done just right so I better be going…"

Just as Sahrissa approached the door, she found it had slammed in her face. She turned around and saw the fairy had waved her hand.

"Why are you rushing off?" Myrtle asked her. "Are you not curious as of why I'm here?"

"I would like to talk to you, really I would," Sahrissa pleaded, "but my stepmother… if she…"

"You've already seen that I have magic," Myrtle cut in. "Why do you feel the need to be so afraid of her?"

Sahrissa looked down and mumbled, "She has magic too."

The fairy raised her eyebrow. "Really? Well, that's rather unexpected. What kind of magic?"

Sahrissa hesitated but then lowered the sleeve of her right shoulder and turned around, revealing deep claw marks on her back. "She did this just several months ago after she returned from a trip up in the northern lands. I think I did not sweep the family room properly or perhaps I forgot to put out the fire in the fireplace. I can't remember now."

"And it won't heal," Myrtle observed and motioned her hand. "Come. Let me see it."

Sahrissa slowly approached her fairy godmother. Myrtle lifted her hand up and held it over the wound. A soft glow fell from her hand but it did not even seem to touch Sahrissa's claw marks.

"Her magic did this," Sahrissa explained, pulling her sleeve back up. "It's frozen somehow so it won't heal. I guess yours can't undo it."

"I suppose not," Myrtle quietly agreed, appearing befuddled for just a moment. "But it can still make a difference in your life. Tell me, Sahrissa, what are your dreams?"

"Um…" Sahrissa hesitated. She barely told her younger stepsister, Jillian, her hopes and dreams. Seeing as Myrtle was a complete stranger to her only made it more difficult. She finally answered vaguely, "Freedom would be nice."

"Freedom," Myrtle repeated looking rather impressed. "I would have thought a girl your age would dream to go to the ball."

Sahrissa looked down. In truth, a part of her did desire to go to the ball but she did not care to admit it.

"Well, it would be nice," the young maiden answered, thoughtfully. "But, it's only one night and I doubt the prince would even notice me. After that, I would have to return here anyway."

Myrtle tilted her chin up and asked, "What if I could guarantee that the prince does indeed notice you and selects you to be his bride?"

Sahrissa raised her eyebrow. "How can you do that? No offense, but you can't even undo my stepmother's magic?"

"Well, aren't you the skeptical one," Myrtle commented with a chuckle. "I am still a fairy with magical powers. Also, I know for a fact that it is your destiny."

"My destiny?" She repeated, feeling suddenly dazed.

The fairy tilted her head to the side and stepped towards the young maiden. "Well, it could be, if you so choose it."

"That does sound nice," Sahrissa admitted. "I never imagined I could actually be a princess."

"Oh yes," Myrtle went on casually, "You'll be pampered in the castle while you wait around for the current king and queen to move on before you get to become queen."

Sahrissa giggled. "All of the sudden you make it sound so dull."

Myrtle stepped even closer. "I'll admit, at first I thought it was the right path for a girl your age, but now that I've come to know you, I can see you becoming so much more."

Now, Sahrissa felt more intrigued. "What do you mean?"

"I can teach you how to use magic," Myrtle went on, deeply. "Once you've practiced it enough it will become a part of you, just like an arm or a leg. With it, you'll be in control of your own destiny. You can get away from your wicked stepmother."

That all sounded like a dream, though Sahrissa still felt hesitant. "Where would I go?"

"There is a kingdom where the king recently lost his wife," Myrtle explained. "He is in search of a new queen and maternal figure for his young daughter. If you take this path you could be queen right now and out of reach of your stepmother. What do you say?"

Sahrissa gazed up, thoughtfully. She honestly could not see any downside to this plan. No longer living in fear of what her stepmother might do to her seemed like a dream.

"I would like to be his queen," Sahrissa agreed quietly, "but, Fairy Godmother, can I please just ask you for one more favor?"

Myrtle shrugged. "Sure."

Sahrissa glanced at the door before continuing, "Before I met you, my stepsister, Jillian, is the one person who has shown me any kindness since my father's passing. If not me, can you assure that she is the one who capture's the prince's attention at the ball and marries him? She deserves to have a good life."

Myrtle smiled. "Of course, my dear. Now, come with me."