Prologue
A Prince...A knight in shining armour, whisking off a poor and helpless maiden-now his poor and helpless maiden- sparing her from a life of endless suffering at the hands of her evil and tyrannical step-mother and even more dreadful step-sisters.
Now replace the evil step mother and step sisters with a paranoid and abusive father and a motherly yet angsty teen aged sister, and you had her life in a nutshell, with the small exception that she was not a fantastically gorgeous teen aged girl but an awkward looking pre-teen and the closest thing she had to "Prince Charming" was the annoying and equally creepy kid next door who'd always ask to go out with her. Unfortunately for her, this was her life.
"The good are always reserved for the good." That was exactly what Mother Rosa from the nearby nunnery had told to her, and this was exactly the piece of advice that had kept her going for some of the worst years of her life. Cinderella was the first Disney film-the first film- she had ever watched in her life. Before the mania- back then her and her sister Hylla would call it the ghost- took control of her father he would take her to numerous live action plays of the movie. Surely this would feed into her later obsession with finding a saviour, in other words her Prince Charming. To her later dismay, her dreams of Prince Charming were her only source of escapism, a sweet yet addictive splash of euphoria in her otherwise bleak and boring world. She found herself dreaming daily about how he would look like, what he would sound like, what she would do when they had finally met. It was time consuming yet riveting. Luckily these dreams ceased upon her killing-defending herself from-her father. Innocent and pure dreams like this were for the weak-willed and helpless, and that was something she was not.
Then why did these foolish and silly dreams return upon meeting Jason Grace?