Prologue
Many years ago there was a Duke and Duchess who had recently given birth to a baby, a beautiful girl. They called her Jennifer or Jenny for short. Sadly a few months after Jenny was born the duchess took a fever and died leaving her motherless. At the same time the King and Queen had a two year old son, a prince. Two years passed by during which the Duke felt more and more that his daughter needed another mother. And so her remarried another widower like himself who unlike his first wife, her heart was filled with envy and hate. She was jealous the Duke's affection for his daughter. She had four daughters of her own, two of them three years older than Jenny and the other two a year older than Jenny.
Three years later the Duke was killed on a mission for the king. A will was not found and so the new duchess inherited everything including Jenny. The new Duchess, Maria was jealous of Jenny's beauty that was already beginning to show even at a young age of five, Jenny was forced out of her room made into a servant. Her few things were moved into a room in the basement which was sparsely furnished with a bed, a fireplace and a chest filled with servants clothes. The years passed by like this, Jenny being a personnel maid to her stepmother and stepsister, Elizabeth and Catherine the older two as well as Lillian and Josephine the younger two. Over the years things changed, some changes were good, others were bad. The stepsister's hatred towards Jenny grew with her beauty and kindness. Maria however began to understand why the Duke had loved Jenny so much, she was always optimistic. So she was only half as cruel as her daughters. The sisters also used the fact that Jenny had no memory of her life before her father's death to treat her like the lowest of servants. Unknown to her stepmother and stepsisters Kate and Jane the cook had been teaching Jenny magic over the years for two reasons. One, her mother had been a white witch before marriage and two they had a feeling she would need it in the future. Also Jenny was no longer called by her name; she was called Cinderella to hide her identity. Thirteen years passed by like this. But then one day everything changed.