Author's Note: This is a D/N story. It is just like Cinderella, but with
Tortall's characters. So basically none of the Tortall characters will have
their original parts. I got this wonderful idea after watching my all time
favorite Cinderella movie, the one with Brandy and Whitney Houston in it.
Now, just a warning, none of the original characters are going to have the same parts. Though some will have the same parts, like Jon and Thayet are going to be king and queen, but Numair is going to be the prince. Prince Numair, I like the sound. Oh, and their not going to have the same ages either, other wise it'll be really weird if Jon and Thayet had a son who was 30 something and they were the same age. Get it?
The Characters and their parts:
Daine: She takes Cinderella's place (She's going to be 18) Onua: Fairy god mother Numair: Prince of Tortall (He's going to be 20) Thayet: Queen of Tortall Jonathon: King of Tortall Hera: Daine's step mother Callisto: Daine's step sister Varice: Daine's other step sister
Disclaimer: I don't own the story plot or any of the characters. The characters belong to Tamora Pierce, but for some, I changed them around a bit. The story plot belongs to who ever created the Cinderella story. And Callisto just happens to be somewhat a character from Xena, an evil character who hated Xena. I couldn't find a good character from Tammy to use as a step sister. Also Hera was a Greek goddess in Greek Mythology, at first I used Alanna, but some people weren't pleased that Alanna was made into an evil step mother.
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Tortall's Fairytale
Chapter One
It was a warm day in the middle of spring as a young girl at the age of 18, sat on her chair by the fire hearth, watching the flames dance in the fire. A smile played across her lips as she enjoyed this rare silence. But of course, as she knew, this wonderfully rare silence never lasts for long, for her step mother and step sisters don't care about her, and they spend their time telling her what to do and what not. This all started when her mother died and her father, the God of Hunt, couldn't take her to his home with the Gods because she was much too young to understand what it means to be a Goddess. So he sent her to live with the nobles in Corus. He practically bribed them to let her stay; after all, he was a god, so they were forced to take the girl in as their own. But what her father didn't know was the nobles wouldn't treat her like family, more like an unwanted servant. They made sure others knew she's nothing more than the maid, with all they gave her to wear was rags for clothes, and a rag to tie her hair back with. And they don't give her as much baths as she would like, just enough so she didn't smell.
"Daine!" someone yelled as the kitchen door opened. The girl's smile faded as she saw who it was. A woman about the age of 30 stormed up to the girl. The woman had black hair and dark eyes, as dark as the depths of the Realm of the Dead. She wore breeches and a white shirt. The woman just came back after a day of shopping. "Daine, this house is a mess. Now clean!" She yelled as she glared at the girl, Daine.
Daine got to her feet and curtsied to her step mother. "Yes, Mistress Hera," she said dryly. She went to a cupboard to find a duster. When she found it, she scurried off to dust the house. The woman, Hera, smirked at Daine's retreating form. Daine's discomfort always pleased Hera. She walked off to sit in the family room.
As Daine was dusting, more cries were heard. "Daine!" two female voices called. "Hot water!" said one voice. "Blankets!" said the other.
"Oh, yes, Callisto and Varice always want something. Too bad they can't get it themselves," Daine muttered bitterly. If only her father knew of the way her step-family treated her. But no, for one thing, he's to busy over looking the hunting going on, and another thing, her step mother made sure Daine is dressed nicely for when her father comes on the holidays to visit her. Hera and her daughters were too afraid to feel the God of Hunt's wrath. -A bunch of wimps- Daine thought. She stopped dusting and went to get the things her step sisters wanted.
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Days later, Daine went out to town to buy some much needed supplies like food. Her step mother always sent her to buy food, because she was much too lazy to do that herself. -How could Da do this to me?- Daine asked herself, as she had asked for the past five years since she's been with her step mother. She heaved a sigh and shouldered her basket, of which she would put the food in, and walked onward. She came across a fruit seller and picked out some good fruits then paid the man 5 nobles. Then she set off to find some meat. She found the meat man and bought two chickens and one ham. She bought different things as she shopped, humming to herself as she did. She always enjoyed these shopping trips she was to take on her own, for she didn't have her step mother or step sisters telling her what to do, and teasing everything she does.
After an hour of shopping, Daine sat down at a table and sighed. She doesn't have to be back to the house until later, so she's going to take as much time as she needs. She closed her eyes and took a short nap, dreaming of how nice it would be if she lived somewhere else, away from her step mother and with a loving husband.
As Daine slept, a young man was walking through the shopping center, just glad to be out of the Palace. He was a tall, dark, and handsome man. Women would kill to be with him. He was five inches over six feet in height, he had broad shoulders, and a well muscled body. His coal black hair was tied back in a pony tail and he wore tan breeches and a white shirt. As he was walking, enjoying the busyness of the city, he came across a sleeping girl in rags, next to a basket of food. He wondered what a girl would be doing sleeping right where she could get things stolen. As a prince, he would have just walked away, not caring what happened to her, but she just looked so peaceful and pretty, that he just had to walk to her, so he walked toward her. Tapping her on her shoulder until she awoke, he said softly, "Dear girl, you must wake up. The city isn't a place to be resting."
Daine looked up at him, startled. She got up quickly and pulled out her dagger that she carried with her whenever she went out to shop. "Who are you?" she asked cautiously. "What do you want?"
"Calm down, I just wanted to help you," the Prince said.
"Don't come any closer."
"I don't want to harm you."
"What makes you sure of that?"
"Well, it's not everyday I see a pretty girl in rags sleeping in the middle of the city next to a basket of food, so I stopped by to see if you needed anything."
"Well, I don't need anything, thank you," she said as she looked him in the eye. She gasped as she saw something gentle and loving about those eyes. She looked deeper, and her heart started beating faster. Feeling completely in awe with this man, Daine smiled at him.
He smiled back, feeling something for her that he has never felt. He reached out to touch her cheek, then pulled back, startled with himself. "What's your name," he asked.
"Daine, Veralidaine," she replied. "I'm sorry, but I have to get back to my step mother and step sisters, they hate when I'm late." She needed to get away from him, no matter the fact that she would just love to stare into his eyes all day long, but her step mother would beat her if she found out that she found a man.
He nodded and watched as she walked hurriedly away. "Goodbye, Daine," he whispered as he turned to go back toward the palace.
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"Mother, Father," the Prince said as he walked into the dining hall.
"Where have you been, dear boy," The Queen said, her beautiful face fell in a frown. "We were worried sick. You need yourself a wife, to hold you down."
"Mother!" the Prince cried. "I do not wish for a wife, I want a wife who I love and returns that love. Not some princess I hardly know."
"Well, you don't have a choice, Numair," the King said boldly. He and his wife sat at the royal table, having their royal meal. "We plan for you to meet a loving wife in three days, at the royal ball we are holding."
Prince Numair was breathless when he heard what his father said. He sank into the chair on his father's right. "But that isn't fair."
"Of course it's fair; we gave you six years to find a wife, since you were fifteen. As usual, you haven't got your self a wife, and now you're still single, and you need a wife!" the King replied angrily. "It is time for you to stop fooling around and take a wife, you will be King someday, and you'll need a Queen to help you rule all of Tortall."
"Can't you just let me find my own wife on my own time?" Numair asked.
The queen looked at her husband. "Jonathan, what do you think?"
"Well, Thayet, I think no." Jon looked at his son as the prince became horrified. "No need to fret, son. All you need to do at the ball is to find someone you could spend the rest of your life with, and marry her. Don't worry; it's as simple as that."
"Fine, I'll go to your ball, but if I don't find anyone, I find a wife my own way," The prince replied and walked to his rooms.
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Daine entered the house with her basket of food, through the kitchen, as to not disturb her step family, that wouldn't be pleasant. She sighed and placed the food away in the places they belonged.
Once that was done, she sat on her chair by the fire hearth and started the fire, and sat back, watching the flames dance the day away. She thought about what happened to her that day, thinking of the man who had stolen her heart, the man whom she met. She smiled as she thought about him. His soft, dark hair, and his tan skin, his tall and muscular body. Oh, she has fallen in love. She wondered why she never believed in love at first sight, because what she has experienced today was exactly love at first sight. Daine sighed, thinking the man probably thought her as a foolish girl who fell asleep in the middle of the market place. She'll never see him again.
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A/N: What do you think? Good or no? Should I continue?
Now, just a warning, none of the original characters are going to have the same parts. Though some will have the same parts, like Jon and Thayet are going to be king and queen, but Numair is going to be the prince. Prince Numair, I like the sound. Oh, and their not going to have the same ages either, other wise it'll be really weird if Jon and Thayet had a son who was 30 something and they were the same age. Get it?
The Characters and their parts:
Daine: She takes Cinderella's place (She's going to be 18) Onua: Fairy god mother Numair: Prince of Tortall (He's going to be 20) Thayet: Queen of Tortall Jonathon: King of Tortall Hera: Daine's step mother Callisto: Daine's step sister Varice: Daine's other step sister
Disclaimer: I don't own the story plot or any of the characters. The characters belong to Tamora Pierce, but for some, I changed them around a bit. The story plot belongs to who ever created the Cinderella story. And Callisto just happens to be somewhat a character from Xena, an evil character who hated Xena. I couldn't find a good character from Tammy to use as a step sister. Also Hera was a Greek goddess in Greek Mythology, at first I used Alanna, but some people weren't pleased that Alanna was made into an evil step mother.
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Tortall's Fairytale
Chapter One
It was a warm day in the middle of spring as a young girl at the age of 18, sat on her chair by the fire hearth, watching the flames dance in the fire. A smile played across her lips as she enjoyed this rare silence. But of course, as she knew, this wonderfully rare silence never lasts for long, for her step mother and step sisters don't care about her, and they spend their time telling her what to do and what not. This all started when her mother died and her father, the God of Hunt, couldn't take her to his home with the Gods because she was much too young to understand what it means to be a Goddess. So he sent her to live with the nobles in Corus. He practically bribed them to let her stay; after all, he was a god, so they were forced to take the girl in as their own. But what her father didn't know was the nobles wouldn't treat her like family, more like an unwanted servant. They made sure others knew she's nothing more than the maid, with all they gave her to wear was rags for clothes, and a rag to tie her hair back with. And they don't give her as much baths as she would like, just enough so she didn't smell.
"Daine!" someone yelled as the kitchen door opened. The girl's smile faded as she saw who it was. A woman about the age of 30 stormed up to the girl. The woman had black hair and dark eyes, as dark as the depths of the Realm of the Dead. She wore breeches and a white shirt. The woman just came back after a day of shopping. "Daine, this house is a mess. Now clean!" She yelled as she glared at the girl, Daine.
Daine got to her feet and curtsied to her step mother. "Yes, Mistress Hera," she said dryly. She went to a cupboard to find a duster. When she found it, she scurried off to dust the house. The woman, Hera, smirked at Daine's retreating form. Daine's discomfort always pleased Hera. She walked off to sit in the family room.
As Daine was dusting, more cries were heard. "Daine!" two female voices called. "Hot water!" said one voice. "Blankets!" said the other.
"Oh, yes, Callisto and Varice always want something. Too bad they can't get it themselves," Daine muttered bitterly. If only her father knew of the way her step-family treated her. But no, for one thing, he's to busy over looking the hunting going on, and another thing, her step mother made sure Daine is dressed nicely for when her father comes on the holidays to visit her. Hera and her daughters were too afraid to feel the God of Hunt's wrath. -A bunch of wimps- Daine thought. She stopped dusting and went to get the things her step sisters wanted.
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Days later, Daine went out to town to buy some much needed supplies like food. Her step mother always sent her to buy food, because she was much too lazy to do that herself. -How could Da do this to me?- Daine asked herself, as she had asked for the past five years since she's been with her step mother. She heaved a sigh and shouldered her basket, of which she would put the food in, and walked onward. She came across a fruit seller and picked out some good fruits then paid the man 5 nobles. Then she set off to find some meat. She found the meat man and bought two chickens and one ham. She bought different things as she shopped, humming to herself as she did. She always enjoyed these shopping trips she was to take on her own, for she didn't have her step mother or step sisters telling her what to do, and teasing everything she does.
After an hour of shopping, Daine sat down at a table and sighed. She doesn't have to be back to the house until later, so she's going to take as much time as she needs. She closed her eyes and took a short nap, dreaming of how nice it would be if she lived somewhere else, away from her step mother and with a loving husband.
As Daine slept, a young man was walking through the shopping center, just glad to be out of the Palace. He was a tall, dark, and handsome man. Women would kill to be with him. He was five inches over six feet in height, he had broad shoulders, and a well muscled body. His coal black hair was tied back in a pony tail and he wore tan breeches and a white shirt. As he was walking, enjoying the busyness of the city, he came across a sleeping girl in rags, next to a basket of food. He wondered what a girl would be doing sleeping right where she could get things stolen. As a prince, he would have just walked away, not caring what happened to her, but she just looked so peaceful and pretty, that he just had to walk to her, so he walked toward her. Tapping her on her shoulder until she awoke, he said softly, "Dear girl, you must wake up. The city isn't a place to be resting."
Daine looked up at him, startled. She got up quickly and pulled out her dagger that she carried with her whenever she went out to shop. "Who are you?" she asked cautiously. "What do you want?"
"Calm down, I just wanted to help you," the Prince said.
"Don't come any closer."
"I don't want to harm you."
"What makes you sure of that?"
"Well, it's not everyday I see a pretty girl in rags sleeping in the middle of the city next to a basket of food, so I stopped by to see if you needed anything."
"Well, I don't need anything, thank you," she said as she looked him in the eye. She gasped as she saw something gentle and loving about those eyes. She looked deeper, and her heart started beating faster. Feeling completely in awe with this man, Daine smiled at him.
He smiled back, feeling something for her that he has never felt. He reached out to touch her cheek, then pulled back, startled with himself. "What's your name," he asked.
"Daine, Veralidaine," she replied. "I'm sorry, but I have to get back to my step mother and step sisters, they hate when I'm late." She needed to get away from him, no matter the fact that she would just love to stare into his eyes all day long, but her step mother would beat her if she found out that she found a man.
He nodded and watched as she walked hurriedly away. "Goodbye, Daine," he whispered as he turned to go back toward the palace.
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"Mother, Father," the Prince said as he walked into the dining hall.
"Where have you been, dear boy," The Queen said, her beautiful face fell in a frown. "We were worried sick. You need yourself a wife, to hold you down."
"Mother!" the Prince cried. "I do not wish for a wife, I want a wife who I love and returns that love. Not some princess I hardly know."
"Well, you don't have a choice, Numair," the King said boldly. He and his wife sat at the royal table, having their royal meal. "We plan for you to meet a loving wife in three days, at the royal ball we are holding."
Prince Numair was breathless when he heard what his father said. He sank into the chair on his father's right. "But that isn't fair."
"Of course it's fair; we gave you six years to find a wife, since you were fifteen. As usual, you haven't got your self a wife, and now you're still single, and you need a wife!" the King replied angrily. "It is time for you to stop fooling around and take a wife, you will be King someday, and you'll need a Queen to help you rule all of Tortall."
"Can't you just let me find my own wife on my own time?" Numair asked.
The queen looked at her husband. "Jonathan, what do you think?"
"Well, Thayet, I think no." Jon looked at his son as the prince became horrified. "No need to fret, son. All you need to do at the ball is to find someone you could spend the rest of your life with, and marry her. Don't worry; it's as simple as that."
"Fine, I'll go to your ball, but if I don't find anyone, I find a wife my own way," The prince replied and walked to his rooms.
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Daine entered the house with her basket of food, through the kitchen, as to not disturb her step family, that wouldn't be pleasant. She sighed and placed the food away in the places they belonged.
Once that was done, she sat on her chair by the fire hearth and started the fire, and sat back, watching the flames dance the day away. She thought about what happened to her that day, thinking of the man who had stolen her heart, the man whom she met. She smiled as she thought about him. His soft, dark hair, and his tan skin, his tall and muscular body. Oh, she has fallen in love. She wondered why she never believed in love at first sight, because what she has experienced today was exactly love at first sight. Daine sighed, thinking the man probably thought her as a foolish girl who fell asleep in the middle of the market place. She'll never see him again.
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A/N: What do you think? Good or no? Should I continue?