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