Cinderella stared out the window, worried about a dream she'd had. She tried erasing it from her mind, but it was hard forgetting a dream she'd had twice before. It haunted her, it scared her so much, enough though it was a dream. The dream was powerful.
She turned around and sat down on the dark purple velvet couch that Charming had inherited from his passing father. It stood out against the other wood furniture. A wood fireplace that was to the right of the couch and large bookshelves filled with some modern literature; Jane Austin and some Charles Dickinson.
The large wooden door opened, and a cheerful face peaked through the crack in the door.
"Is that you Amelia, dear?" Cinderella asked the small figure. "What do you need?"
The child entered the room. She had dark brown hair, like her father's, and bright blue eyes, like her mother. Amelia said to her mother, "Father says he needs you."
"Charming? Why?"
"I don't know, he just told me to come get you," Amelia told her.
"Oh, okay, thank you darling," Cinderella thanked, wanting her child to leave, but Amelia just stood there. "Is there something else you need?"
"Can we play later?"
"No, I have many things that need doing," Cinderella had an irritated tone to her voice. She was getting annoyed with Amelia. Why wouldn't she just leave? Amelia sensed that her mother was ticked, and left. Cinderella sighed and stood up.
"Now what does my husband need?" Cinderella walked out of the room into the hallway. There were large pictures that covered the walls. They were Charming's ancestors. Every one of his grandfathers were up there, even his father, but not him. She felt dishonored. I have to fix this at once! My husband is a king as much as his father, Cinderella thought to herself. She'd hire a painter when she could.
Cinderella entered the throne room. It looked just the same when she first arrived as the ball belle. From the polished marble floors, tall columns, and the lush red curtains. It was the greatest night of her life, from meeting her true love and getting out of those rags. Sure, she didn't dress in them now, but when she was younger, it was amazing.
"Ah, Cinderella, my princess," Charming greeted her.
"It's not princess anymore, you're king now," she smiled. "Now, why did you need me?"
"You have a guest."
"A guest? I don't know anyone besides my step-family, but you don't let them visit."
"It's none of them, she says she's your godmother," Charming informed her. Cinderella's eyes widened. "Who is she?"
"She's an old friend," Cinderella told him. "Where is she?"
"Over here."
Charming walked over to the other side of the large throne room. Cinderella saw the person who had changed her life, her fairy godmother. She looked the same as she had a few years ago. Her fluffy silver white hair, her kind eyes, and her blue and purple cloak with the cute ribbon keeping it on her. Cinderella spread open her arms and gave her a big hug.
"How have you been?" Cinderella asked her fairy godmother.
"I've been great, we have to catch up, my dear," her fairy godmother said, looking over at Charming. Cinderella turned around and stared at him too. Charming got the hint that they wanted to be alone, and left.
"Okay, so why are you really here?" Cinderella asked her fairy godmother.
"Why do you assume I have any other motives besides catching up with you?"
"You never show up unless you plan to help me."
"You're right, I sensed something was wrong," her fairy godmother admitted. "So, what's been troubling you, my dear?"
"Don't think I'm crazy, but I had a dream that frightened me."
"I don't think you're crazy, it's obviously a sign of something, or else I wouldn't have come. What happened in the dream?"
Cinderella remembered the dream clearly. It wasn't a foggy memory, it was like it'd just happened a few seconds ago. In the dream, her daughter, Amelia, was running through a field of wheat. The sky was blue and not a cloud was clouding the sun. A forest was right next to the field; that's where Amelia was running to. Cinderella smiled, because her daughter was having a great time.
Suddenly, three familiar faces appeared from the forest. It was; Lady Tremaine, Anastasia, and Drizella.
"My step-family?" Cinderella gasped out loud. Cinderella began running to her daughter. "Amelia! Come here!"
Amelia just kept running to Cinderella's wicked step-family. Lady Tremaine bent down and picked up the girl.
"Let her go!" Cinderella cried. Lady Tremaine ignored her and whispered into Amelia's ear. Amelia then turned to her mother.
"Go sit by the cinders where you belong!" Amelia shouted. "You're nothing but a maid! You're not queen!"
"Amelia!" Cinderella shouted angrily at her, but Amelia kept insulting her. Her step-family began to grow in height. Cinderella felt frightened.
"Cinderella," Lady Tremaine's voice said in a sing-song voice, but turned into a low growl. "We're coming for you and your daughter. We will be the ones on the throne."
"What?" Cinderella said weakly. She fell to her knees, feeling incredibly faint. "What are you doing for me..." she trailed off. Her eyes felt heavy and closed on themselves.
"And then the dream ends," Cinderella finished telling her fairy godmother her dream. In the dream, her Amelia frightened her so much, she couldn't look at the real one the same one again. Her fairy godmother pondered the story for a moment. "I think I already have an idea of what it could mean."
"Yes, I think you're right," her fairy godmother agreed. "They want revenge."
"That's what I was thinking."
"How are they going to get their revenge though?"
"That's the tricky part," her fairy godmother said. "We know the why, because you became queen instead of one of your step-sisters. The how though, hmm..."
"They can't just barge into the castle, we have guards," Cinderella explained.
"That's true; obviously they have some kind of plan, or you wouldn't have had that premonition."
"Premonition?" asked Cinderella, confused by the word.
"It's predicting something terrible to happen in the future."
"I just won't go to any fields."
"It can be somewhat vague, though. I'll find out what it is, I'll go to their home and spy," her fairy godmother said. "I know it's wrong, but it's for your safety, dear."
"I understand. Just don't get caught, okay?"
"Okay, I should best set off right now."
"I'll see you later then."
Then Cinderella's fairy godmother left the castle to return to the place where she and Cinderella had first met. She remembered that day, Cinderella in pink tatters. She'd been crying, because she couldn't go to the ball. Cinderella just wanted to have one day to have fun, something she hadn't had in years. The fairy godmother felt she needed to help this poor soul in some way. Giving her a ride and a beautiful white dress seemed a great idea. What a great idea it had been, Cinderella had married her true love, had a cute daughter, and now was queen.
The fairy godmother saw Cinderella's old cottage home only a few feet away. It had it's white stone walls, it's tower, and the long pathway. The gates and the trees looked so inviting, but the people inside were not. It was sort of misleading, then again, Cinderella's father had been the one to build the house before he passed away.
"Now where's a great place to hide?" the fairy godmother said to herself in a hushed tone. She saw an open window with enough room underneath it to crouch down and be cleverly hidden.
She quietly tiptoed to the window, but the rocks on the gravel pathway crunched under her dainty little feet. The front door swung open and beady little eyes stared at the fairy godmother. Her hair was all one top of her head in a type of bun that was tinted with age, she had a long purple dress on with a brooch in the middle on her neckline. Her arms were crossed, and she had a look of disgust on her face. It was Lady Tremaine, Cinderella's evil
"Who would you be?" she asked, while looking like she just saw someone puke.
"I'm Mrs. Winters," the fairy godmother lied. She felt terrible about the lie, but she couldn't exactly say she was a fairy.
"What are you doing here disrupting my day with your elephant feet?"
"Are you Lady Tremaine?" the fairy godmother asked, ignoring the step-mother's snide remark.
"How do you know me?"
"Uh, I'm just taking a survey of middle class citizen's homes."
"Ugh, now we're middle class!?" Lady Tremaine exploded. "Ever since that brat became queen everything's gone wrong!"
"May I come in for an inspection?" the fairy godmother asked her.
"Fine, but be quick about it."
The fairy godmother walked in the house, she'd never been inside before. The floors were black and white tiles and there were wide stairs.
A perky red headed young girl, maybe about Cinderella's age, trumped in. She had long curls that clashed against her pink dress. She was followed by a dark haired girl, who was the same age. She had the same curls, just shorter. Her dress was a lime green and blue.
"Who's this?" the red head asked. Her voice sounded like she had a cold.
"This is Mrs. Winters, she's inspecting our house," Lady Tremaine answered, then Lady Tremaine turned to the fairy godmother. "These are my daughters; Anastasia and Drizella."
"How lovely it is to see you," the fairy godmother, also known as Mrs. Winters, greeted kindly. The two girls just rolled their eyes. Lady Tremaine looked down at the ground. The fairy godmother looked down there, too. She saw her wand.
"Oh!" the fairy godmother gasped. "This is my pen, in case I need to write something down."
"It doesn't have a feather?" Lady Tremaine questioned.
"It's a new design. It's not very popular yet," the fairy godmother explained while stuffing it into her sleeve, so it was hidden. She hoped they wouldn't think anything of it.
"I see," Lady Tremaine said turning to her daughters. "You two, get Mrs. Winters some tea."
They left and Lady Tremaine showed Mrs. Winters the house while they waited. She saw the bedrooms of the daughters and Lady Tremaine, the long spiraling staircase that lead to the top of the tower - where the fairy godmother assumed Cinderella used to live since that's usually where maid service lived - and then some other rooms.
"How's the house?" she asked.
"It's lovely."
"Lovely enough to pass the inspection?"
"Oh, yes."
Then Anastasia called from downstairs, "Mother! The tea is done!" Lady Tremaine and the fairy godmother went downstairs to drink some tea.
"What kind of tea is this?" the fairy godmother inquired.
"Get her," Lady Tremaine smiled.
"I'm sorry, what?" the fairy godmother asked. Before she knew it, she was tied up by Anastasia and Drizella. They tied her hands, feet, and gagged her mouth. They pushed her into the basement, but before they shut the door, Lady Tremaine reached into her sleeve and pulled out the wand. The fairy godmother understood what they planned to do. They were going to use the wand to get revenge on Cinderella. And the fairy godmother had been locked in a basement, unable to warn Cinderella of the danger.