A/N: Ok, ok. Since twice it was mentioned, Alanna is no longer the step
mother. Hera has replace Alanna's role. I suppose Alanna shouldn't be evil,
so I give in. After all, I must make my readers happy.
I need to settle a few things. like.. now:
Eara: So what if it's Soppy? You'll just have to deal with it, I don't do humor, it's not my style. As for the breeches, I only made the step-mother wear breeches because I couldn't think of a dress. I didn't want to spend my time thinking of a dress, I just wanted to write the story. Besides, I'm not entirely sure what the Tortallian's wear for dresses; I must have missed that when I read the books.
Pabo: Sorry about the tense problem. My other story The Tiger Lady also had a tense problem. I'll try to fix the first chapter when I have time. I will watch the tenses in this one. And I did have someone edit my chapter, but they were taking to long in reading it, so I just went ahead and posted it so I could start the second chapter.
Numair's Angel: Thanks for pointing that out, I had to change Alanna's name to Hera, because I was going to make Alanna into step mother, even if I didn't mean to make her evil. But, some thought Alanna shouldn't be evil, so I changed it. I just missed that sentence.
Thank you to any others who reviewed my story.
Now that's done, on with the story.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story, not the characters, and not the plot or even the setting. So don't sue me.
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Tortall's Fairytale
Chapter 2
Daine woke bright and early with a groan. The mangy bed was uncomfortable; she couldn't sleep that night, well, just barely. Every morning she woke up with an aching back and sore neck, she wished it would end. But why would it? She had no future, no life, that's what her step mother always told her. -Witch- Daine thought, not daring to say it out loud, for what if Hera heard her? She would be beaten and chained, that's what. They fear the wrath of the God of the Hunt, but they kept doing things that would anger him. Aren't they smart? No. Not at all, not a chance.
"Daine!" a voice screeched as Daine snuck out of her small, tiny, and hopeless room, startling the girl. Daine gasped and hurried down the hall, only to come face to face with her step mother and sisters. Varice, a pretty girl with blue eyes and blonde hair, stepped forward, glaring at Daine. "You are the worst cleaner in the face of the Tortall Realm. You were supposed to clean my rooms, you filthy piece of dog. I expect a clean room by noon!" Varice yelled.
Daine stood firmly on the ground; she narrowed her eyes at Varice. "I wonder what my Da would say about the way you treat me. I wonder what would happen if he found out."
Callisto, yet another blonde with green eyes and a skinny body, reached out and slapped Daine across the face, making Daine turn her head away from pain. "How dare you talk back," Callisto said; her voice icy cold. "Your father will never find out, ever." Between Callisto and Varice, Callisto is the worst behaved and not the beautiful one. Maybe, just maybe if she didn't hold so much hate and pain in her heart, she would smile, and lighten her face up a bit and she would look far more beautiful, than she did then.
Daine glared at Callisto. "Do you -have- to be so rude? My father will find out, eventually. Then he will have you three burning in the Realm of the Dead!" she snapped. "You don't rule my life!"
Hera grabbed Daine's arm and threw her down. "I'll teach you to -not- talk to us like that," the black haired woman hissed. She grabbed Daine by the hair and picked her up, only to throw her against the wall. "Unless you don't want to live out in the cold without food and clothing, I'd suggest you use a better tone with us, and do as you're told." She left with her daughters, cackling.
Daine whimpered as she got up. "Why can't you figure it out Da!" She cried out, and then she sank to her knees and wept.
As she wept, there was a knock at the door. She got up and dried her tears, and walked to the door, even though her face was red and tear stained. She opened the front door and stared up in the face of an armored knight with purple eyes and flaming red hair. "May I help you?" she sniffed.
"Why, yes," the knight said kindly. "I am Sir Alanna of Pirates Swoop and Olau, at your service." She bowed.
"I'm not a noble, please don't bow. You might attract my step mother and sister's attention." Daine said, looking behind the door, then back to Alanna. "Lady Knight, what business you have to be here?"
"Well, I have news for the nobles."
"Like?"
"The Prince is holding a ball, so he can find him a wife. All nobles are invited." The knight said boldly.
"Oh," Daine replied, as her heart broke. Her step mother will never let her go.
"A ball?" a voice from behind Daine said. "Oh, Goddess! Girls, come, the Prince is having a ball!"
Daine turned around and looked at Hera, then looked back at Alanna. The Knight handed her a scroll, Daine took it and said, "I thank you." The knight bowed and walked off.
Daine closed the door and gripped the scroll tightly, not wanting to give her step mother and sisters the note. But, step mother Hera tore the scroll from her grasp. "Give me that," Hera said and pushed Daine out of the way.
Varice and Callisto came rushing when they heard the word 'ball'. "Oh! A ball!" Varice screeched. "What does the note say?" She waited impatiently as Hera opened the scroll.
"It says 'All Ladies of the Court are invited to attend the Ball in two days. You're King, Jonathon of Conte.'" Hera said as she read from the scroll. "Mithros, one of you can be a princess!" Both Varice and Callisto screamed. Daine stepped back, oh how she hates it here. "Where do you think your going?" Hera snapped as she saw Daine in the corner of her eye. "Go and clean!" Daine gasped and fled from them. The step mother and sisters broke out laughing, and then they got their cloaks and shopping things and went off to shop for a new dress for the ball.
Daine pretended to clean as she watched them leave. When she was sure they were gone, she walked back into her kitchen and found herself an apple. She went to her chair by the fire hearth and ate the apple quietly. -I wish I could go to the ball. But I will never be able to go.- She sighed and took another bite in the apple.
Hours later, Daine got sleepy, and her step mother and sisters haven't come home yet. So, she decided to go to her very tiny room and sleep. She got up and threw what was left of her apple away and went to her room. Her room was very small indeed. Nothing was on the walls, and she had nothing in her room but her straw bed and an old, really old desk. Hera never cared to give her a feathered bed or a brand new, freshly made desk with a nice oak wooden top.
Daine sighed, knowing it's just as well that she wouldn't be good enough to be treated nicely. "Mithros curse you," she cried out to Hera and her daughters, even though they weren't there. She sighed and laid in her pathetic excuse for a bed, and closed her eyes. As she fell asleep, she mumbled to her self, "I wish I could go."
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A/N: There ya go the second chapter. I hope you liked it, and I really hope I had no errors. I read it and reread it, I saw none. And I will fix any errors I have in chapter one. And, if the chapters aren't long enough for you, then you'll just have to deal with it, because that's usually as far as my imagination goes. Bye for now. And Merry Christmas, since I won't have a new chapter by Christmas Eve, Day, or a few days after. Happy Holidays!
I need to settle a few things. like.. now:
Eara: So what if it's Soppy? You'll just have to deal with it, I don't do humor, it's not my style. As for the breeches, I only made the step-mother wear breeches because I couldn't think of a dress. I didn't want to spend my time thinking of a dress, I just wanted to write the story. Besides, I'm not entirely sure what the Tortallian's wear for dresses; I must have missed that when I read the books.
Pabo: Sorry about the tense problem. My other story The Tiger Lady also had a tense problem. I'll try to fix the first chapter when I have time. I will watch the tenses in this one. And I did have someone edit my chapter, but they were taking to long in reading it, so I just went ahead and posted it so I could start the second chapter.
Numair's Angel: Thanks for pointing that out, I had to change Alanna's name to Hera, because I was going to make Alanna into step mother, even if I didn't mean to make her evil. But, some thought Alanna shouldn't be evil, so I changed it. I just missed that sentence.
Thank you to any others who reviewed my story.
Now that's done, on with the story.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story, not the characters, and not the plot or even the setting. So don't sue me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tortall's Fairytale
Chapter 2
Daine woke bright and early with a groan. The mangy bed was uncomfortable; she couldn't sleep that night, well, just barely. Every morning she woke up with an aching back and sore neck, she wished it would end. But why would it? She had no future, no life, that's what her step mother always told her. -Witch- Daine thought, not daring to say it out loud, for what if Hera heard her? She would be beaten and chained, that's what. They fear the wrath of the God of the Hunt, but they kept doing things that would anger him. Aren't they smart? No. Not at all, not a chance.
"Daine!" a voice screeched as Daine snuck out of her small, tiny, and hopeless room, startling the girl. Daine gasped and hurried down the hall, only to come face to face with her step mother and sisters. Varice, a pretty girl with blue eyes and blonde hair, stepped forward, glaring at Daine. "You are the worst cleaner in the face of the Tortall Realm. You were supposed to clean my rooms, you filthy piece of dog. I expect a clean room by noon!" Varice yelled.
Daine stood firmly on the ground; she narrowed her eyes at Varice. "I wonder what my Da would say about the way you treat me. I wonder what would happen if he found out."
Callisto, yet another blonde with green eyes and a skinny body, reached out and slapped Daine across the face, making Daine turn her head away from pain. "How dare you talk back," Callisto said; her voice icy cold. "Your father will never find out, ever." Between Callisto and Varice, Callisto is the worst behaved and not the beautiful one. Maybe, just maybe if she didn't hold so much hate and pain in her heart, she would smile, and lighten her face up a bit and she would look far more beautiful, than she did then.
Daine glared at Callisto. "Do you -have- to be so rude? My father will find out, eventually. Then he will have you three burning in the Realm of the Dead!" she snapped. "You don't rule my life!"
Hera grabbed Daine's arm and threw her down. "I'll teach you to -not- talk to us like that," the black haired woman hissed. She grabbed Daine by the hair and picked her up, only to throw her against the wall. "Unless you don't want to live out in the cold without food and clothing, I'd suggest you use a better tone with us, and do as you're told." She left with her daughters, cackling.
Daine whimpered as she got up. "Why can't you figure it out Da!" She cried out, and then she sank to her knees and wept.
As she wept, there was a knock at the door. She got up and dried her tears, and walked to the door, even though her face was red and tear stained. She opened the front door and stared up in the face of an armored knight with purple eyes and flaming red hair. "May I help you?" she sniffed.
"Why, yes," the knight said kindly. "I am Sir Alanna of Pirates Swoop and Olau, at your service." She bowed.
"I'm not a noble, please don't bow. You might attract my step mother and sister's attention." Daine said, looking behind the door, then back to Alanna. "Lady Knight, what business you have to be here?"
"Well, I have news for the nobles."
"Like?"
"The Prince is holding a ball, so he can find him a wife. All nobles are invited." The knight said boldly.
"Oh," Daine replied, as her heart broke. Her step mother will never let her go.
"A ball?" a voice from behind Daine said. "Oh, Goddess! Girls, come, the Prince is having a ball!"
Daine turned around and looked at Hera, then looked back at Alanna. The Knight handed her a scroll, Daine took it and said, "I thank you." The knight bowed and walked off.
Daine closed the door and gripped the scroll tightly, not wanting to give her step mother and sisters the note. But, step mother Hera tore the scroll from her grasp. "Give me that," Hera said and pushed Daine out of the way.
Varice and Callisto came rushing when they heard the word 'ball'. "Oh! A ball!" Varice screeched. "What does the note say?" She waited impatiently as Hera opened the scroll.
"It says 'All Ladies of the Court are invited to attend the Ball in two days. You're King, Jonathon of Conte.'" Hera said as she read from the scroll. "Mithros, one of you can be a princess!" Both Varice and Callisto screamed. Daine stepped back, oh how she hates it here. "Where do you think your going?" Hera snapped as she saw Daine in the corner of her eye. "Go and clean!" Daine gasped and fled from them. The step mother and sisters broke out laughing, and then they got their cloaks and shopping things and went off to shop for a new dress for the ball.
Daine pretended to clean as she watched them leave. When she was sure they were gone, she walked back into her kitchen and found herself an apple. She went to her chair by the fire hearth and ate the apple quietly. -I wish I could go to the ball. But I will never be able to go.- She sighed and took another bite in the apple.
Hours later, Daine got sleepy, and her step mother and sisters haven't come home yet. So, she decided to go to her very tiny room and sleep. She got up and threw what was left of her apple away and went to her room. Her room was very small indeed. Nothing was on the walls, and she had nothing in her room but her straw bed and an old, really old desk. Hera never cared to give her a feathered bed or a brand new, freshly made desk with a nice oak wooden top.
Daine sighed, knowing it's just as well that she wouldn't be good enough to be treated nicely. "Mithros curse you," she cried out to Hera and her daughters, even though they weren't there. She sighed and laid in her pathetic excuse for a bed, and closed her eyes. As she fell asleep, she mumbled to her self, "I wish I could go."
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A/N: There ya go the second chapter. I hope you liked it, and I really hope I had no errors. I read it and reread it, I saw none. And I will fix any errors I have in chapter one. And, if the chapters aren't long enough for you, then you'll just have to deal with it, because that's usually as far as my imagination goes. Bye for now. And Merry Christmas, since I won't have a new chapter by Christmas Eve, Day, or a few days after. Happy Holidays!