AN Hi! I don't own this, but wouldn't it be cool if I did? Then, George would have
married Thayet and Jonathan would have gotten Alanna! And, Liam would live to a
ripe old age and Neal would marry Kel. Cleon would be killed by a fleet of marathon-
running elves. Faithful would have had a wife and more little talking kittens would be
around and Kaddar would have been stepped on by a dragon. Varice would have gotten
eaten by a spidren. Aaaaaand Alanna would be the Queen of Tortall, meaning she would
be married to.........JONATHAN!!!
I have some really, really sad news for all of you. There is 1 more chapter after this. I'm
sorry, you poor people. But, when I finish this story (which I hope to devote the rest of
my writing time to) I will finish up some other fics. I'll try. But, think....as soon as I finish
this, I'll have one less story to work on and I'll be able to write new ones. So, just sit tight
and review. You know you want to.
Cinderella: Tortallan Style
~*Caribbean Island News*~
New's person: Just the other day, this Caribbean island was struck by a hurricane. One man
was seen yelling at the funnel cloud to submit to the Lioness's father's sword. More on this
from Bob.
Bob: Yea, Sheryll, this man, named Sir Myles of Olau, yelled at the hurricane to submit to his
sword. Care to explain this, Myles?
Myles: Well, I am the Lioness's adoptive father and since she is so well known I thought that
as her father, I could scare off the storm by using her name and my sword. *shows sword to
camera*
Bob: That is impressive, but who is the Lioness?
Myles: The Lioness is the first lady knight in Tortall, my adoptive daughter.
Bob: ............? Okay.....Back to you, Sheryll.
*Vision fades*
*Back to the set*
George: Are you ready for the ball, girl and guy?
Delia: *dressede up* *stuck up voice* Coming, Mother. *walks to George*
Thom: Coming! *clumsily runs down stairs and trips on hem of skirt* Owww!
Delia: *mutters* Freak.
Thom: Slut.
Delia: *head turns* Bastard.
Thom: Slut.
Delia: Bastard
Thom: Slut.
Delia: Bastard.
Thom: Slut.
Delia: Bastard.
Thom: Slut.
George: Shut up! Both of you! You must be dignified at the ball, so you will be
dignified here, too.
Thom, Delia: Yes, Mother.
George: Let's go.
Alanna: Wait! *runs down stairs in lavender dress mentioned in the previous
chapter* I'm coming too!
Thom: That's my sash!
Delia: No, it isn't. You don't own a sash.
Thom: Oooooh yeah! But the script says I do. *shows Delia script book*
Delia: Let me see that. *reads* So you do.
Thom: *sticks tongue out at Delia*
Delia: *does the same*
George: Stop, both of you.
Delia: *shrugs* *reads on* Wait! Alanna's wearing my beads! *looks at Alanna*
You are!
*Thom and Delia jump at Alanna, tearing her dress to bits*
*10 minutes later*
George: Let's go already.
*Thom, Delia, and George leave*
Alanna: *looks at dress* *it is torn to bits* *runs to courtyard where she cries*
*little glitter sparks begin to appear near her*
*puff of smoke*
*smoke clears*
*no one is there*
Director off set: Where's the fairy godmother?
Assistant: I don't know. Last time I saw him, he was in his dressing room.
Director: *nods*
*Director and Assistant walk to Fairy Godmother's dressing room8
Director: *raps on door*
Voice in room: Who is it?
Director: The director. Get your butt out here.
ViR: No. I refuse.
Director: I command you to open this door.
ViR: No.
Director: Fine. *to assistant* Get Plan B.
Assistant: *leaves* *comes back* *behind him is a man*
Director: *to the man* The Fairy Godmother won't come out.
Man: All right, Mr. Director. But, this is the LAST time, you hear me?
Director: Of course, Jonathan, the very last.....
Jonathan: Fairy Godmother, I command you to come out.
*noises inside the room*
*door opens*
*Raoul comes out wearing a pink tutu (an. thanks so much whoever gave me this idea.
I can't get to my reviews or your name would be here. I'll get to it eventually.)
Raoul: I...refuse..to go out there. Not like this! Remember, Director, I cam here for the
part of the prince or advisor! NOT THE MITHROS CURSED FAIRY GODMOTHER!
Director: But...pink is your color...
Raoul: Really? No! I refuse!
*thunder in backround* *lightning bolt is seen*
Jonathan: Uh oh.
Raoul, Director: What?
Jonathan: You angered the Writer.
Writer: WHO DARE QUESTION MY AUTHROITY? Director, you're doing a simply
horrible job. You're fired...as---
Director: What??
Writer: You're fired. I'll director now. *director disappears* That's better. Raoul, get out
there and be the best damn Fairy Godmother the whole damn world has ever seen.
Raoul: *meekly* Ok....
Alanna: *on set, filing nails* Are we ready yet?
Writer: Yes.
Alanna: Ok *goes back to crying*
Writer: Let's take it from the glitter sparks....
*little glitter sparks begin to appear near her*
*puff of smoke*
*smoke clears*
*reveals Raoul in pink tutu, wand in hand*
Raoul: *feminine voice* There, there, my dear. Not all is lost.
Alanna: *looks up* *chokes back laugh*
Raoul: *smacks her on the head*
Alanna: Ow! Who are you?
Raoul: *f/v (feminine voice)* I am your fairy godmother.
Alanna: *raises eyebrows* Ok.....
Raoul: *f/v* I am here to send you to the ball.
Alanna: Cool, are we there yet?
Raoul: *agitated* No, we're not.
Alanna: Ok.
Raoul: Let's make this quick. This is costume is itching and it's giving me a wedgie.
Alanna: *chokes back laughter*
Raoul: *waves wand* *carriage, horses, footmen, and the rest appear*
Alanna: I didn't know you had the Gift, Raoul.
Raoul: I don't. *shows Alanna the wand*
Alanna: *reads aloud* Mattel, Inc.
Raoul: *smiles and nods* How about a dress?
Alanna: Finally. I thought you had forgotten me.
Raoul: *whispers words* *Alanna's dress appears on her*
Alanna: Cool....wait a second. *looks at dress* *wearing dress that Tarzan's wife
Jane might wear*
Raoul: *laughs*
Alanna: *serious* Fix it now, Goldenlake.
Raoul: Yes, Alanna. *fixes dress*
Alanna: *wearing mystic glitter white gown, with full skirt* Good, Goldenlake. *walks
till carriage and hopes in*
Raoul: Just remember, Alanna, you only have till midnight.
Alanna: Why?
Raoul: That's when this wand runes out of batteries.
Alanna: Then change them.
Raoul: I don't know how, plus I don't have any batteries on me.
Alanna: You are hopeless.
*Alanna rides off in carriage to the palace and Raoul disappears*
I hope you liked it. I liked it. It's long too! I hope you don't mind the parts where
I got crazy and rambled. But, I like it that way.
Review for me, Argentina! The truth is I always write for you.(Don't cry for me,
Argentina. The truth is I never left you! Anyone know that song?)
Her Ladyship,
Alanna Salmalin of Conte
married Thayet and Jonathan would have gotten Alanna! And, Liam would live to a
ripe old age and Neal would marry Kel. Cleon would be killed by a fleet of marathon-
running elves. Faithful would have had a wife and more little talking kittens would be
around and Kaddar would have been stepped on by a dragon. Varice would have gotten
eaten by a spidren. Aaaaaand Alanna would be the Queen of Tortall, meaning she would
be married to.........JONATHAN!!!
I have some really, really sad news for all of you. There is 1 more chapter after this. I'm
sorry, you poor people. But, when I finish this story (which I hope to devote the rest of
my writing time to) I will finish up some other fics. I'll try. But, think....as soon as I finish
this, I'll have one less story to work on and I'll be able to write new ones. So, just sit tight
and review. You know you want to.
Cinderella: Tortallan Style
~*Caribbean Island News*~
New's person: Just the other day, this Caribbean island was struck by a hurricane. One man
was seen yelling at the funnel cloud to submit to the Lioness's father's sword. More on this
from Bob.
Bob: Yea, Sheryll, this man, named Sir Myles of Olau, yelled at the hurricane to submit to his
sword. Care to explain this, Myles?
Myles: Well, I am the Lioness's adoptive father and since she is so well known I thought that
as her father, I could scare off the storm by using her name and my sword. *shows sword to
camera*
Bob: That is impressive, but who is the Lioness?
Myles: The Lioness is the first lady knight in Tortall, my adoptive daughter.
Bob: ............? Okay.....Back to you, Sheryll.
*Vision fades*
*Back to the set*
George: Are you ready for the ball, girl and guy?
Delia: *dressede up* *stuck up voice* Coming, Mother. *walks to George*
Thom: Coming! *clumsily runs down stairs and trips on hem of skirt* Owww!
Delia: *mutters* Freak.
Thom: Slut.
Delia: *head turns* Bastard.
Thom: Slut.
Delia: Bastard
Thom: Slut.
Delia: Bastard.
Thom: Slut.
Delia: Bastard.
Thom: Slut.
George: Shut up! Both of you! You must be dignified at the ball, so you will be
dignified here, too.
Thom, Delia: Yes, Mother.
George: Let's go.
Alanna: Wait! *runs down stairs in lavender dress mentioned in the previous
chapter* I'm coming too!
Thom: That's my sash!
Delia: No, it isn't. You don't own a sash.
Thom: Oooooh yeah! But the script says I do. *shows Delia script book*
Delia: Let me see that. *reads* So you do.
Thom: *sticks tongue out at Delia*
Delia: *does the same*
George: Stop, both of you.
Delia: *shrugs* *reads on* Wait! Alanna's wearing my beads! *looks at Alanna*
You are!
*Thom and Delia jump at Alanna, tearing her dress to bits*
*10 minutes later*
George: Let's go already.
*Thom, Delia, and George leave*
Alanna: *looks at dress* *it is torn to bits* *runs to courtyard where she cries*
*little glitter sparks begin to appear near her*
*puff of smoke*
*smoke clears*
*no one is there*
Director off set: Where's the fairy godmother?
Assistant: I don't know. Last time I saw him, he was in his dressing room.
Director: *nods*
*Director and Assistant walk to Fairy Godmother's dressing room8
Director: *raps on door*
Voice in room: Who is it?
Director: The director. Get your butt out here.
ViR: No. I refuse.
Director: I command you to open this door.
ViR: No.
Director: Fine. *to assistant* Get Plan B.
Assistant: *leaves* *comes back* *behind him is a man*
Director: *to the man* The Fairy Godmother won't come out.
Man: All right, Mr. Director. But, this is the LAST time, you hear me?
Director: Of course, Jonathan, the very last.....
Jonathan: Fairy Godmother, I command you to come out.
*noises inside the room*
*door opens*
*Raoul comes out wearing a pink tutu (an. thanks so much whoever gave me this idea.
I can't get to my reviews or your name would be here. I'll get to it eventually.)
Raoul: I...refuse..to go out there. Not like this! Remember, Director, I cam here for the
part of the prince or advisor! NOT THE MITHROS CURSED FAIRY GODMOTHER!
Director: But...pink is your color...
Raoul: Really? No! I refuse!
*thunder in backround* *lightning bolt is seen*
Jonathan: Uh oh.
Raoul, Director: What?
Jonathan: You angered the Writer.
Writer: WHO DARE QUESTION MY AUTHROITY? Director, you're doing a simply
horrible job. You're fired...as---
Director: What??
Writer: You're fired. I'll director now. *director disappears* That's better. Raoul, get out
there and be the best damn Fairy Godmother the whole damn world has ever seen.
Raoul: *meekly* Ok....
Alanna: *on set, filing nails* Are we ready yet?
Writer: Yes.
Alanna: Ok *goes back to crying*
Writer: Let's take it from the glitter sparks....
*little glitter sparks begin to appear near her*
*puff of smoke*
*smoke clears*
*reveals Raoul in pink tutu, wand in hand*
Raoul: *feminine voice* There, there, my dear. Not all is lost.
Alanna: *looks up* *chokes back laugh*
Raoul: *smacks her on the head*
Alanna: Ow! Who are you?
Raoul: *f/v (feminine voice)* I am your fairy godmother.
Alanna: *raises eyebrows* Ok.....
Raoul: *f/v* I am here to send you to the ball.
Alanna: Cool, are we there yet?
Raoul: *agitated* No, we're not.
Alanna: Ok.
Raoul: Let's make this quick. This is costume is itching and it's giving me a wedgie.
Alanna: *chokes back laughter*
Raoul: *waves wand* *carriage, horses, footmen, and the rest appear*
Alanna: I didn't know you had the Gift, Raoul.
Raoul: I don't. *shows Alanna the wand*
Alanna: *reads aloud* Mattel, Inc.
Raoul: *smiles and nods* How about a dress?
Alanna: Finally. I thought you had forgotten me.
Raoul: *whispers words* *Alanna's dress appears on her*
Alanna: Cool....wait a second. *looks at dress* *wearing dress that Tarzan's wife
Jane might wear*
Raoul: *laughs*
Alanna: *serious* Fix it now, Goldenlake.
Raoul: Yes, Alanna. *fixes dress*
Alanna: *wearing mystic glitter white gown, with full skirt* Good, Goldenlake. *walks
till carriage and hopes in*
Raoul: Just remember, Alanna, you only have till midnight.
Alanna: Why?
Raoul: That's when this wand runes out of batteries.
Alanna: Then change them.
Raoul: I don't know how, plus I don't have any batteries on me.
Alanna: You are hopeless.
*Alanna rides off in carriage to the palace and Raoul disappears*
I hope you liked it. I liked it. It's long too! I hope you don't mind the parts where
I got crazy and rambled. But, I like it that way.
Review for me, Argentina! The truth is I always write for you.(Don't cry for me,
Argentina. The truth is I never left you! Anyone know that song?)
Her Ladyship,
Alanna Salmalin of Conte
