~ Cinderella ~
Cinderella always knew that everyone could automatically identify her if they wanted to, but now it was different. No one could recognize who was under the pale face and wrinkles. They had no idea that one of such great stories could be so sad. She had once won the heart of a handsome prince, who had just recently died of old age. For now, everyone thought she was just a sad woman because of her late husband, but she knew the truth.
She made herself a cup of tea and sat by the fireplace. Her thoughts wandered to the remembrance of her cruel stepmother and sisters, as it had done many times before. She was remembering how they mistreated her and ripped apart her favorite dress so she could not attend the ball. It was the fairy godmother that had saved her from her awful depression caused by her wicked family. A single tear rolled down her cheek and into her cup of tea. Being the first tear in 50 years, it startled her so much that she convinced herself it was her imagination. She lifted her hand and graced the slightly moist cheek. A flood of tears just poured from her eyes, and she heard a sudden banging at the door. She dried her tears and before she could reach the door, it flew open and hit the wall with a bang. A woman, much older than herself, floated in. Giant transparent wings glistened on her back. She seemed to slouch in her old age and her dress sparkled a bright blue. "Could this be her?" Cinderella thought. Could this be the fairy godmother that helped her so long ago? She was soon to find out.