Well, it's almost been two years since an update with this story, but I did promise I would get back to it! And now I am!

Zinka17- I know. I hated that part! It's also kind of sad that the secret dies in a way when Ella's mother does.

Sapphire777- Thank you! And don't make fun! I had to give Gutsy a formal name to blend with the story and Gutsmore was the first thing that came to mind! And of course! I had to put Hummer in here with Crafty!

flowerpower71- I enjoy writing Aurora as a chick. I won't lie about that.

Chloe- I think we can all agree that Crafty makes a great heroine.

anon reader- I know, I'm so sorry! But I'm getting back in my groove now, so I'll do my best to be more frequent with updates.

I only own my characters (you all know who they are by now). flowerpower71 owns Livy, the Smurfs belong to Peyo, and I don't own Ella Enchanted. Enjoy!

Knock, knock!

"Crafty?" Livy opened the door. "Your Papa wants to speak with you."

"Okay, Livy. I'll be down in a minute," the now blossoming Smurfette answered. The young Smurfette wore a dark blue dress with a light blue belt, much like the shade of her Smurf hat. Her hair was down for the time being, though it was usually in a nice, thick braid.

The brunette sorceress nodded and closed the door. Crafty sighed, looking over the mirror and fondly resting her hand on the amethyst necklace given to her by her deceased mother.

Hummer chirped, nudging his head against Crafty's head lovingly. She smiled and patted his head, "Let's go and see what Papa wants to talk to us about."

"You're married?!" Crafty stood up from the chair she sat on. Hummer squealed and fell onto his back.

Papa sighed, tugging slightly on his whitening beard, "She has money, Crafty, and she's very fond of my title. It was either get married or sell the mushroom."

Crafty slumped back down, folding her hands over her lap as he continued, "You'll adore Dame Cinnamon, and her two daughters. I'm sure she'll make a smurfy mother."

The brunette Smurfette's eyes shot up to his in apprehension. Hummer shook his head, sliding his wing across his neck in a planar fashion.

"Well, a mother-like figure," Papa quickly corrected himself. He smiled and set a comforting hand on his daughter's shoulder. "l'm sure you'll all be the smurfiest of friends.

So, it wasn't until much longer where a carriage pulled by rabbits came to a halt in front of the mushroom. The door to the coach opened and first stepped out an older pixie. She was in a black dress and hat, where cinnamon red hair was pulled up tightly in a bun.

Then came her two daughters, Blossom and Peppermint. Blossom had flowing, mid-back length hair that hand strands of hot pink in them. She wore a pink dress and was quite fair-skinned with hot pink eyes to match.

Peppermint also had blonde hair with one single section being dark green. She wore a light green dress that matched her green eyes quite well.

Dame Cinnamon scrunched her nose, "ls this the right address? There must be some mistake."

It was clear that her daughters shared the same reaction, but quickly hid it when Papa came out through the large door, "My dear, welcome."

He kissed her cheek before turning to the two younger pixies, "And these must be your lovely daughters."

"My precious Blossom and my special Peppermint," Dame Cinnamon introduced, then took notice as Crafty came walking out the door with Hummer on her shoulders. "Oh. And you must be Crafty."

Crafty smiled slightly and curtsied, "Pleased to meet you."

"Yes. The house looks delightful," Dame Cinnamon started, her arm intertwined with Papa Smurf's. "But l do seem to remember that at the noblemen's convention you said that you lived in a castle."

Papa chuckled, "No, l believe Isaid a man's home is his castle."

Awkwardly, Crafty walked up to the pixie sisters and said, "Hi. l'm Crafty. Welcome to Fraft."

"Okay…What's with the prince pinups?" Crafty asked as the two sisters were putting up posters of the Smurf prince, Gutsmore, on the walls.

It was Peppermint who spoke first, "Blossom's president of the Prince Gutsy fan club."

Crafty and Hummer, standing at her side, gave each other strange looks before commenting, "You know that Gutsy and Balthazar are responsible for the segregation of the kingdom, don't you?"

"So?" Blossom replied with just a hint of menace. "He's dreamy."

Crafty rolled her smurfy blue eyes skyward in disgust. Why had she bothered even asking?

"ls this hutch meant to be a closet?" Blossom jabbed a thumb at the closet she and her sister now shared. Not that she should be complaining considering the closet was as large as Livy. Crafty and Hummer shared an amused smirk as she continued, "lt's pathetic. My clothes need more room than this. We'll have to use yours."

Crafty furrowed her eyebrows as she started, "Wha...?"

Blossom, not being entirely patient, demanded, "Well, come on. Show it to us."

The Smurfette gasped as her body straightened, walking away from the pixies' room towards her own. Hummer shook his head and flew after her. Blossom and Peppermint looked to each other strangely, but then walked after her.

Crafty groaned inwardly to herself, cursing the curse as she walked up to her closet and yanked down the rope that hung on the handle of the door.

Peppermint sat down on Crafty's bed and Blossom approached the closet while looking around, "Oh. lt's so... quaint. Almost like, well, it's just ugly, isn't it?"

Both Hummer and Crafty scowled deeply as the sisters laughed at her expense. Blossom seemed to examine the closet for a minute before shaking her head,

"There's no room in here, either. We're gonna have to throw out some of your gowns to make room."

Crafty gaped as the blonde and pink-haired pixie reached out for her dresses. She then went to grab at her, "Wait. Get away from there!"

"You get away!" Blossom pushed her back and, unfortunately because of the curse, Crafty stayed back.

Hot pink eyes blinked as they caught something quite interesting. That thing being the glowing amethyst crystal that hung upon the Smurfette's neck.

"Oh. What's this? l do actually like this."

"Please don't touch it," Crafty, now feeling a bit defensive, grabbed onto the stone, "lt was my mother's."

Blossom than asked simply, "Can l have it?"

"No," Crafty shook her head.

"Oh. lt can be your welcome gift to me," Blossom chuckled, holding out the palm of her hand. "Come on, hand it over."

Crafty gasped as her hand tore the necklace away from her neck and set it down in Blossom's hand.

The pixie frowned and looked from the necklace back to the Smurfette, "Oh. Aren't you accommodating."

A few minutes later…

"The second l sell the last of these, l'll be back. l promise," Papa said to his daughter, closing a chest filled with various potion-filled bottles and beakers. "l know it's not a smurfy job, not even a good job…"

At Crafty arching an eyebrow, he chuckled and corrected, "Okay, even a monkey could do it but we need the money, Crafty."

She nodded, then grabbed him in a hug, "l'll miss you, Papa."

"l'll miss you, too," he chuckled warmly, hugging her back. He grabbed the last of his chests and left out the door for who knows how long.

"Hey, Pepper," Crafty looked up when she heard the voices and giggles of the pixie sisters, "we should call her Crafty the Drafty from Frafty."

She sighed and hung her head, Just smurf me now.

"Smurfs, Creatugos, sorcerers, and humans used to exist in harmony, but when King Benevolent was killed, allegedly by a sorcerer and a rogue Creatugo, Sir Balthazar saw it as an opportunity to exile all non-magical creatures to the forest, keeping their land for himself," Crafty debated to her fellow peers at a nearby university. "Even the human sorcerers and sorceresses, Balthazar's own kind, were banished just because they share the same genes as their non-magical kin."

"Passionately put, Crafty," her teacher, a flamingo Creatugo, nodded her head in approval. "Give yourself a pat on the back."

Unconsciously, Crafty's hand went up to her shoulder, patting it gingerly. She smiled bashfully and pulled it down to her side. She smiled at the encouraging gestures of her friends, Aurora, Sweepy, and Wooly Smurf.

"Peppermint?" the flamingo turned to the pixie, who didn't seem to be paying attention in the least. Crafty cringed in disgust as the amethyst jewel of the necklace was in her mouth.

Mama, please forgive me.

"Oh," Blossom let the jewel drop out before she approached the stand and said, "What my unworthy opponent fails to realize is Sir Balthazar has done a fantastic job. He has driven the rogue Creatugos and sorcerers out, and he has put the remaining Creatugos and humans to work as laborers and entertainers. Therefore, if it weren't for him, we wouldn't have today's thriving free-enterprise system!"

Some of the students muttered to each other. Sweepy and Wooly frowned while Aurora shook her head, giving a look that basically said, "What's wrong with you?!"

Crafty scoffed, "lt's only free because we've enslaved the poor creatures and their forced to work for nothing! Balthazar is a monster, and l don't hold out much hope for Prince Gutsmore, either."

"Well, that shows what you know, aka nothing," Blossom countered. "Prince Gutsy will be the greatest king ever. Right, girls?"

The females of the classroom grinned and high-fived each other, shouting out their agreements. Wooly sighed, his chin resting on his hand, "Are all girls this dang shallow?"

"No. Only the stupid ones," Aurora said simply.

Crafty, with an amusing laugh, then said, "l wonder if my opponent has based her opinion on the prince's politics or how cute she thinks his smurf is."

This got a good laugh from everyone in the classroom, including her friends. Blossom rolled her hot pink eyes and leaned on the stand,

"Just admit you're stupid and don't know what you're talking about."

Crafty inwardly panicked as the curse made her straighten up and say, "l'm stupid and l don't know what l'm talking about."

Everyone snickered as the teacher furrowed her non-existent eyebrows, "Crafty?"

"What in Smurf's name is she doin'?" Sweepy whispered to Wooly, who shrugged and shook his head.

"Heck if I know."

Crafty blushed, then cleared her throat, "Anyway, in conclusion-"

However, Blossom had caught onto Crafty's behavior and was interested in doing a test, "Hold your tongue, Crafty."

The chocolate-haired Smurfette stopped talking as she grabbed the tip of her tongue. She sheepishly looked around and smiled, "My tongue itches…"

"Crafty, if you're not going to take this seriously, l declare Blossom the winner!"

The young, smurfy Prince Gutsmore sighed as he asked, "Balthazar, do l have ta go to dis mall opening?"

The young Scottish Smurf was fashionably dressed as a prince should be. He had on a silky, plaid blue robe and in his Smurf hat was a silver crown with sapphires imbedded in it. However, that's about all the 'royal attire' he wore. He had on a dark blue kilt and white trousers, though he wore no shirt. He did also have a blue puffball at the tip of his hat.

"As heir to the throne, it's your royal responsibility, Gutsy," Balthazar, a dark-looking sorcerer, said. He sat across from him in a large carriage along with his raven, Midnight. Yes, Gutsy was quite small compared to the seat he sat on. "You are a public figure, after all."

Gutsy shrugged and pointed out, "Yes, but yer the one in charge."

Balthazar merely smiled a bit darkly, "Only for a little while longer. Your coronation is next week. You need to be out there with the people, Gutsy."

"Yes," Midnight, who was perched upon Balthazar's staff. "Shaking hands and kissing babies."

"Exactly, Midnight," Balthazar nodded. "So the people can learn to trust us."

Gutsy furrowed his rusty eyebrows, "What's not te trust?"

"Nothing. But while you've been away at school, Gutsy, the kingdom has been under siege. ln your absence, the sorcerers and rogue Creatugos have become impossible."

Midnight nodded as Gutsy took all of this in, "He's right. Even the non-magical humans have become more and more treacherous."

Gutsy looked to them with genuine shock and concern, "But the humans have always been peaceful."

"Many of the sorcerers and Creatugos were peaceful too, until they blasted your father into a million little bits," Balthazar pointed out.

Gutsy slumped down a bit, now downhearted at the mention of his deceased father. He sighed and looked off to the side.

"And l promised your father, should anything happen to him, l would take care of you and the kingdom. And, well, l've kept my promise, haven't l? Likewise, you must keep your promise to the people," Balthazar continued. Soon enough, the carriage came to a stop.

"Now, let's put on a smile. Remember, image is everything."

Ugh…What an ugly statue… Crafty shook her head in disgust at the sight of the statue of Balthazar and Midnight right in the middle of the square of the new mall. Of course, that wasn't the reason that she and her friends were there.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Balthazar held his hand up to the applauding crowd. "lt's wonderful to be here in your charming town of... Fraft. Prince Gutsmore and l-"

"We want Gutsy! We want Gutsy!" All of the girls, especially Blossom and Peppermint in the front of the crowd, started to chant, which then drowned out all of Balthazar's future words.

He cleared his throat, continuing with, "Now it is my great pleasure to welcome our very own, Prince Gutsmore."

Crafty, Aurora, Hummer, Sweepy, and Wooly all had to cover their ears from the shrieks of the girls as the prince himself came up onto the stage, smiling and waving like a trained show dog.

"Okay, now!" Crafty said to them.

Aurora spread her flippers wide, she wearing a sign that said "Stop the human land grab!" Crafty and Hummer stood on a crate on one side of her while Wooly and Sweepy stood on the other side, with signs that said "Say no to sorcerer-side!"

"Say no to sorcerer-side!" the Smurfs chanted

Aurora's message followed theirs, "Stop the human land grab!"

As the prince kept up his smiling and waving, he did stop for a second, squinting and furrowing his eyebrows at the sight of the protest. Blossom looked back at where he was looking and immediately became infuriated.

She grabbed her sister by the arm and stormed back to the protest. They were too into their chants to notice them until she ripped the sign out of Crafty and Hummer's grasp.

"Crafty! You are embarrassing us! Go home now!"

"l have to go. l'm sorry," Crafty apologized, her body once again obeying everyone but her own will. Aurora, Wooly, and Sweepy stood there gaping while Blossom and Peppermint joined back in with their swooning over the prince.

"Hey! Prince Gutsy!" A fairy in the front crowd waved a hand, gaining Gutsy's attention. "Are you a fast runner?"

Gutsy shrugged and shook his head, "Not really, no. Why?"

"GET HIM!"

His smurfy blue eyes widened dramatically and he instantly rushed off the stage past the guards, yet the fan girls were still hot on his tail. He instantly shed himself of his royal robe to lighten the weight he was carrying. Hey, it might not speed him up, but at least he could run longer. It was getting too hot, anyway.

"Hmm. Poor guy," Wooly said blandly, he and Sweepy watching the remaining girls chase after him.

"Yeah. Those girls are gonna tear'im ta shreds," Sweepy said, then the two shared a glance. They shrugged, then walked off to see if they could possibly catch up with Crafty.

In the woods, Crafty was walking down the path to go home with Hummer perched on her shoulders. She was somewhat disappointed with her protest attempt, she didn't even notice the sound of girls screaming and footprints pounding on the ground. That was until-

"Ow!" she grunted as she collided with another body, knocking Hummer off of her shoulders and to the dirt. The person grabbed onto Crafty, covering her mouth and ducking down while whispering for her to shush.

Crafty and Hummer watched as the girls from the prince's fan club run by, screaming on the top of their lungs as they searched for him. As soon as they were out of sight, the hand was removed and Crafty fixed her hair as the two panted lightly.

"Prince Gutsmore," she greeted blankly.

"Please, call me-" Gutsy shook his head, then turning to her. He stopped himself, looking her over before continuing, "Call me Gutsy. Sorry about that. Occupational hazard."

Crafty rolled her eyes, pushing herself up into a sitting position as Gutsy stood up. He offered a hand to her "Please, allow me-"

But Crafty pushed his hand away, "l don't need your chivalry, thanks. And l've no intention of curtsying, either, so forget it."

She helped Hummer to his feet, where he climbed back onto her shoulders. She began to walk away, but Gutsy had followed,

"Ye can curtsy or not. That's yer choice. There's really nothing l can do about it," he stopped, rubbing his chin in thought before joking, "Except have you beheaded, but that seems a wee bit extreme."

Crafty scoffed, "Charming. Why don't you do what your people usually do? Steal my land and smurf my livelihood. Now if you'll excuse me-"

Gutsy stopped, holding up his hand, "Wait a second. Come back here."

The Smurfette growled lowly as her body stopped and turned to go back to the prince. Once she stood before him, she arched her eyebrows,

"Hmm?"

"What is yer name?" he asked.

"Crafty Smurfette of Fraft," she answered. He nodded, then cast his eyes upward to Hummer, who shyly waved a wing.

"An' he?"

"Hummer, if you must know. The one you rudely knocked to the ground," Crafty somewhat snapped at him.

"My apologies, Crafty Smurfette, Hummer," Gutsy nodded. "But I must say dat yer the first lassie I've met that hasn't swooned at de smurf of me."

Crafty smiled a bit cruelly, "Then maybe l've done you some good."

She turned on her heel and walked away without another word. Gutsy frowned and trotted off after her. When he got to a reasonable distance, he explained to her,

"Look, l've never stolen anyone's land or livelihood. l want peace in the kingdom as much as anysmurf."

Crafty stopped and turned around slightly, "So you have a new plan once you smurf the crown?"

Gutsy frowned a bit, looking just a bit thrown off by the question, "Well...sort of. Of course, I couldn' reveal it to a subject, now could I?"

The peasant Smurfette shook her head, "That's what l thought. You're all just the same. You care more about your fan club and your next jousting tournament!"

Crafty started to storm off across a bridge with the royal Scottish Smurf hot on her tail, "No, actually, l've never been comfortable with the whole adorin' fan club thing. I guess dat's why l find yer obvious disdain fer me so refreshin'."

"Obvious?" Crafty sarcastically said over her shoulder. "And l was trying so hard to hide it."

It wasn't until a few seconds later that Crafty felt her arms and stopped in her tracks. Gutsy instantly stopped as well, tilting his head as to why she stopped so suddenly.

"Where's my cloak?" she asked to herself aloud. She turned back towards the bridge to where she and Gutsy had met. "lt's back there…"

Gutsy looked over his shoulder before throwing a hand up, "Wait right there. I'll get it!"

Crafty sighed deeply when her feet instantly planted themselves where she stood. Now she had no choice but to wait until Gutsy came back with her cloak. She set her hands on her hips, wishing she could at least tap her foot as she waited.

Her ears perked as she heard something in the not-too-far distance. She looked over her shoulder to see a large carriage with two horses pulling at it. The driver seemed ever so keen on driving them even faster and harder.

"Oh smurf!" Crafty hissed, twisting her body to get out of the road, but her feet were still planted their by Gutsy's command.

Hummer squeaked and hopped off of her, desperately trying to push her to the side, but he was not strong enough to budge her.

"It's no use! Go and get some help!" Hummer nodded and shot off into the forest above the trees.

Even so, Crafty continued to wretch at the invisible shackles that kept her in place. She then desperately called out, "Prince Gutsmore!"

She could hear the hooves of the horses drawing ever more near, "Prince Gutsmore!"

Crafty turned and saw the horses and carriage about to trample her as they rounded the corner. Even if they were willing to stop, she would still be too small and her voice wouldn't be heard.

"Your Highness…" Crafty whimpered a bit, slamming her eyes shut and waiting for the end.

Gutsy grunted as he shot off into the road, dragging he and Crafty to the soft grass just as the carriage came right by. The two panted as Gutsy pushed himself off of Crafty,

"Are ye outta yer smurf?! Why didn't ye move?!"

Crafty blinked at him before glaring, "l would have…were it not for your apparent fascination with knocking me to the ground. That's the second time today, you realize."

She sat up and brushed off her dress. Gutsy merely sat there and shook his head, "l'll try and be more considerate next time l'm saving you."

"Next time?" she scoffed. "What makes you think we'll see each other again?"

The Scotsmurf turned to her, "Well, won't we?"

Crafty paused for a moment, then shook her head, "No."

"Crafty of Fraft, yer really not like other girls," Gutsy stared at her before looking away.

"You have no idea," she rolled her eyes.

"CRAFTY! CRAFTY, YOU THERE?!"

Gutsy lifted his head, his rusty eyebrows furrowing as he asked, "Who's dat?"

"Oh, smurf," Crafty whispered, putting her cloak back on before pushing herself back onto her feet.

Hummer jetted over the bushes, where Wooly and Sweepy burst through the vegetation. They panted, grabbing their knees as they tried to catch their breath.

"Crafty! You're okay!" Sweepy was the first to run to her and hug her. "Hummer came chirpin' and squeakin'! We thought you were really hurt!"

"I'm fine, now, guys. No need to worry," Crafty reassured him.

Wooly took notice of the presence of royalty, though didn't show the mandatory respect, "Oh. Them girls didn' smurf you, then. What a shame."

Gutsy arched his eyebrows, obviously not ready to get Crafty's attitude from anyone else. Then again, it was only natural that friends of hers weren't exactly fans of his.

"Crafty!" a familiar, yet sickeningly sweet voice called out. Crafty groaned inwardly as she turned to see Blossom and Peppermint with fake smiles plastered on their faces. "Come here!"

Crafty sighed as the curse within her made her leave her friends and stand in front of Blossom. She kept her smile and said, "Shouldn't you be at home cleaning the fireplace, huh?"

Gutsy frowned, obviously not happy with the treatment of Crafty from the pixie. Blossom scowled at her as she whispered, "Stop flirting with him! lt's me he's going to have at his coronation."

Crafty, surprisingly happy to have that command implanted, smirked, "Yeah, in the middle of the table with an apple in your mouth."

Blossom sneered at her before commanding, "Go back to the mall with Peppermint. And take those idiot friends of yours with you!"

Peppermint was obviously not happy about having to go back, but did so anyway. Crafty knew well where she was coming from.

Wooly wrinkled his nose at Blossom's comment, but shook his head, "C'mon, Sweepy. Let's go."

The two Smurfs walked away with Hummer fluttering off after Crafty. Gutsy stepped forward and called out, "Crafty."

"Oh," Blossom said sweetly, now turning all her attention to the smurfy prince. She slowly stepped forward as she said, "Don't bother with her. Ugh. l'm the one you want."

No…I don' think so, Gutsy gulped inwardly as he backed away from the enthralled pixie.

"l know everything about you. "l've got posters of you, and pictures. And when we used to live in Lamia, l used to stand outside your castle and watch you turn your lights on and off," the blonde and pink pixie batted her eyelashes flirtaciously.

Smiling sheepishly, Gutsy held up a hand, "Tell Crafty I'll be in touch."

Then, as if by magic, all that was left of Gutsy was a cloud of dust. Blossom scowled deeply and crossed her arms, "Right. I'll see to that."