Ok. . . tons of this stuff is from the book. . . but the ending changes! I promise more will be original next chapter!
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Prologue The Alternate Ending
Ella
I had never been discovered. Hattie, who had been dancing nearby with the Earl of Demby had snatched off my mask while I danced with Char. My secret revealed, I ran. I was such an idiot! As it was after twelve, my "carriage" was completely destroyed—just a pumpkin once again. I would have to run home. Along the way somewhere, I lost one of my precious glass slippers, but as I was running out of time, I could not turn back to get it.
When I reached the house, I called Mandy.
"Mandy, I have endangered Char again, and Kyrria! Where can we go?"
"Pack your things," Mandy said as soon as she understood my rushed explanation.
"Where shall I go?"
"I'll come with you. We'll find work as cooks. Hurry."
"Can't you pack us by magic?" She'd done it before. It was just small magic.
"Nothing is small magic in a moment like this. Go!"
Fairies! I ran to my room and packed my things into a carpetbag. Seeing as I didn't have many possessions, this was an easy task. As soon as we were ready, we left. Because Char's carriage was approaching, we had to sneak out. As we entered the woods, I looked back one last time.
Char was going into the manor . . . with my single glass slipper. O well, at least it was in his possession now, and we both had one. That, at least, was a comforting thought. The only comforting thought at the moment . . .
"Goodbye Char," I whispered. "I love you, and I'm so sorry."
Mandy and I disappeared thorough the trees, and I believed I would never see Char again.
Char POV
As soon as I realized that Lela was Ella, I knew she only could have gone one place, and that was her home, if you could call it that, with Dame Olga. So I rushed after her, trying to get rid of Hattie as I did.
When we arrived at their house, I walked out towards the door, still holding her glass slipper. When I finally did go in, I wished I never had. Ella was nowhere to be seen. She was gone with the cook, Mandy.
Would I ever see her again? Does she still love me—did she ever—and where has she gone? Why?
Please r&r . . . should I keep going, or is this just a horrible beginning? Give me some feedback please!
ithildin tinúviel
ithildin tinúviel
Prologue The Alternate Ending
Ella
I had never been discovered. Hattie, who had been dancing nearby with the Earl of Demby had snatched off my mask while I danced with Char. My secret revealed, I ran. I was such an idiot! As it was after twelve, my "carriage" was completely destroyed—just a pumpkin once again. I would have to run home. Along the way somewhere, I lost one of my precious glass slippers, but as I was running out of time, I could not turn back to get it.
When I reached the house, I called Mandy.
"Mandy, I have endangered Char again, and Kyrria! Where can we go?"
"Pack your things," Mandy said as soon as she understood my rushed explanation.
"Where shall I go?"
"I'll come with you. We'll find work as cooks. Hurry."
"Can't you pack us by magic?" She'd done it before. It was just small magic.
"Nothing is small magic in a moment like this. Go!"
Fairies! I ran to my room and packed my things into a carpetbag. Seeing as I didn't have many possessions, this was an easy task. As soon as we were ready, we left. Because Char's carriage was approaching, we had to sneak out. As we entered the woods, I looked back one last time.
Char was going into the manor . . . with my single glass slipper. O well, at least it was in his possession now, and we both had one. That, at least, was a comforting thought. The only comforting thought at the moment . . .
"Goodbye Char," I whispered. "I love you, and I'm so sorry."
Mandy and I disappeared thorough the trees, and I believed I would never see Char again.
Char POV
As soon as I realized that Lela was Ella, I knew she only could have gone one place, and that was her home, if you could call it that, with Dame Olga. So I rushed after her, trying to get rid of Hattie as I did.
When we arrived at their house, I walked out towards the door, still holding her glass slipper. When I finally did go in, I wished I never had. Ella was nowhere to be seen. She was gone with the cook, Mandy.
Would I ever see her again? Does she still love me—did she ever—and where has she gone? Why?
Please r&r . . . should I keep going, or is this just a horrible beginning? Give me some feedback please!
ithildin tinúviel