Okay, I've made a lot of fanfictions recently, but I keep getting bored. I'll do my best to finish this one.

Can someone please tell me how to make borderlines? It would make my stories look a lot more organized

I got this story idea from a Pintrest pin called Some fractured fairy tale ideas… So whoever put that there, thanks, and I hope you don't mind that I used your idea. Now, on with the story!

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I fitted an arrow to my bow. I looked down the shaft of the arrow at my target. I took careful aim and considered any possible obstacles. Wind? Nothing to worry about. People? Plants? Other objects? None in sight. I drew in a breath through my mouth and let it out through my nose. I focused and let my arrow fly.

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Five hours prior

The name I go by is Ella. That's the name that I made for myself; a name that sounds innocent and sweet, so that no one will ever suspect that I will stab them in the back.

Waking up daily at three-forty-five a.m. to hurriedly eat breakfast and get down to for practice by four had become my routine for thirteen years. By age eight, I had become a black belt in four different martial arts. By age ten, I was beyond belts. By age twelve, I was a master in all weapons, from daggers, to bows, to a blade of grass. By age sixteen, I was finally ready.

My first job was for the Lady Tremaine. I arrived at her house at precisely four-thirty p.m. through the third-floor far-right window in the back of the house, to conceal my entrance to anyone who could possibly be around to see me.

I made my way downstairs, sticking close to the walls and staying in the shadows. When I got to the first floor, I saw a middle-aged woman sitting in a floral-patterned chair in what I thought to be the sitting room, judging from the chairs around the table. Some might assume it was the sitting room, but assuming just gets you killed sooner.

"Miss Ella," The woman said as I stepped out of the shadows, "I presume."

I dipped my head in acknowledgement, "Lady Tremaine." I read her file before heading towards her house. Apparently, she had married a rich widow who had a teenage daughter. She killed the man and blamed it on a heart attack. The girl, after being a basically a slave for a year, committed suicide when she heard the truth.

Lady Tremaine had two twin daughters, Anastasia and Drizella. They were nowhere in sight, which would slightly suspicious if I hadn't passed a room with two almost identical girls having their makeup done meticulously.

"I trust you heard of the prince's ball tonight?" Lady Tremaine asked me.

It was part of my job to know the events of the palace. Prince Henry was coming of age, so the king decided to host a ball. All the unmarried maidens in the kingdom were invited. I wasn't one for dancing, princes, or palaces in general, so I had had no plans of attending. "Mais oui," I said, as saying the English translation would not quite fit, and would be somewhat rude, as I would be insinuating that she was simple-minded.

"Good," Lady Tremaine said, even though I was relatively sure that she already knew, "My daughters will attend the ball." She must have had a point; idle speech was not part of my job.

She paused after saying that sentence. There was nothing for me to say to that, so I kept quiet, not knowing what she expected me to say.

"Are you going to the ball?" She asked me.

"No madam," I said simply.

Lady Tremaine's features changed slightly, like she was a little irritated. I was trained to read people's faces, so that was one thing I noticed that other people might not have noticed. I review my answer; a simple one, with a touch of respect in an attempt to get her more inclined to like me. I didn't necessarily have to get my employers to like me, but it was recommended, and could get me payed more.

She raised an eyebrow, "Flattery won't get you anywhere." Did she know who she hired? I could kill her in about ten different ways in five seconds. This was going nowhere. Why did I agree to this job?

"Let's get down to business," I said; a touch of annoyance in my voice.

"Of course," She said, a bit taken back. She had most likely heard the touch of exasperation in my voice and remembered who she was dealing with. "I'll put this simply."

I was near the end of my patience, but I did my best to not show it. I had slipped when I let the annoyance into my voice; I was supposed to be a professional, "Please do."

"I would like you to accompany my daughters to the ball." She said. Okay, I though simple enough. Why does she need me to do? "If neither of them catches the eye of the prince, I want you to kill him." I nodded; this was my job as an assassin.

Well? How was this? Please review and tell me how to add borderlines! Open to new stories titles!