Cinderella, Told From the Stepmother's Eyes
Chapter Three: True Colors Shown
By: Fairylady
A/N: Third and final chapter! My first finished story!! Ha ha ha, thank you English!! Thank you all reviewers! They were all lovely. And thank you Dragon-of-the-north for reviewing me the most, but I also must give a big thank you to Mrs. Snape and Firefly for they, too, reviewed and brightened my normally dark day!! Ok, for the ending of this, ALL OF YOU MUST TELL ME HOW IT IS!! I know how endings can be and I always think the ending should be the best part of the book, beginning the second best, the middle worth reading, and the stuff in-between worth telling. Enjoy the last chapter!
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Dragon-of-the-north: Thank you for your words of encouragement! I really need them and love them! You are also the one who has reviewed all the times and I bow down to you in deep thanks!! Yes, I know the feeling that the stepmother has for some of the girls in my school are basically the same thing as Lindsay is. Thinking they are better then everyone else most of the time. Do you have an idea for a Fairy Tale with a villain that needs the truth told? Please, do tell and I will check up on it and see about writing it.
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It was an hour later when the King made a surprise announcement. His son had finally met the maiden of his dreams and his future bride. I felt sorry for the poor maiden who would have to live in a world full of rules and a list of can dos and can't dos, but when I finally saw with my own eyes who it was, my mouth hung open and almost touched the ground. There standing next to the Prince was Lindsay, a smile of pure innocents lighting up her face. The smile stayed there until she saw me and then it fell to a wicked frown, but I could still see a small smile hidden in her fake distress.
With one long bony finger she pointed at me and spoke softly to the Prince, who began to look angry and began to walk towards me. My blue eyes must have shown in surprise and confusion as he came closer before stopping a foot or two away from me.
"Here," he spoke in disgust. "I believe these rags belong to you." Stretching out his arm and dropping a bundle I hadn't seen before, I gasped when I saw the very dress I had bought and given to Lindsay so she could come to the ball was torn and full of mud. I had not noticed the new clothes that my stepdaughter was wearing until I saw her dress laying in front of me.
"Lindsay, how did you dress become so...old in less then maybe an hour or two?"
"You gave me these rags the day my father died, you old hag," Lindsay snarled. "Do you not remember?" Old hag, how could I have thought that the monster standing next to the crowned prince could ever have been part of my family? Behind me I heard gasps from my two daughters as they stood behind me with confusion on their faces.
"I will have to ask that you and your daughters leave my father's home at once or face the penalty of the dungeon." I listen to the Prince threaten my daughters as well as myself, but I didn't care about his weak words for stronger words were rolling around in my head as I looked hard at Lindsay.
"I hope you are proud of yourself, Lindsay," I sneered. "You now have power in your filthy, lying hands." With those words I could have signed my death warrant, but i cared not. Turning with all the grace I was taught since I was three, I ushered my daughters towards the doors and without looking back we left.
Years went by and I was surprised that my daughters and I were not thrown out of our home and sent to a far away country were we wouldn't have to deal with the problem of my stepdaughter trying to get revenge on my family. Here in the same little house that I have lived in since I married Stephen and became apart of this family I tell my part of the story.
No Fairy Godmother, magic pumpkin, or anything in that matter had ever happen only the smooth lies of a young maiden who thought everyone was against her when she could not have her way. For that I am sorry that the Prince married her, but I do hope that she has had a wonderful life and will always know that I am here in this home that she grew up in. Forever will I be willing to take her in for she showed some compassion to my daughters and myself even though it wasn't for very long. She is still my stepdaughter named Lindsay by her mother and father, but called Cinderella by her stepfamily.
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A/N: Last chapter. *Sniff* it is all done! Oh, well, there are many fairy tales out there that need the told to be told. Tell me a fairy tale and I will check up on it and see if I can tell you the other side of the story. Thank you for reading!!!
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