A/N: Another chapter! I'll be sad when this story has to end. It's been so
much fun writing it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even the plot. Huh! What a bummer.
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Tortall's Fairytale
Chapter 4
"Hurry up, we need to get ready," Varice yelled at her sister, Callisto.
"I know, I'm hurrying as fast as I can go," snapped Callisto.
"Girls! Quit arguing," insisted Hera. "Daine, get the dress," she ordered the girl. "Now!"
Daine curtsied. "Yes, mistress." She walked off to each of her step- families room to get their dresses for the ball. It was only hours before the Prince's Ball, and everyone but Daine was freaking out. Daine sighed and gathered each dress and brought them to where the ladies were, in the sitting room.
"Here are your dresses, My Ladies," she announced. All three of them turned to scowl at her, like she's no more than unwanted waste. She glared back at them. No matter how badly they treat her, they can't lay a hand on her. If that were to happen, her Da wouldn't be happy, which wouldn't be good if a god wasn't happy.
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Hours later, all three ladies emerged from the sitting room, dressed in their royal best, with their hair up and face paint to make them look spectacular.
Varice's dress was scarlet colored with rubies on her necklace and a ruby on each of her ears. Her dress was cut low and revealing. Callisto's dress was velvet and it reached the floor. It covered her shoulders and neckline, and the long sleeves were puffed out. Hera's dress was just plain, for she didn't need to impress the prince, just to urge him to wed one of her daughters.
Daine looked her step sisters and mother over, thinking how much she hated them. Finally the time came when they would leave her alone for several hours. The carriage came to pick them up and one of the men came to get the ladies and escort them.
Once her step sisters and mother were gone, Daine walked into her kitchen and sat in her chair by the fire hearth. She sat there, just thinking of what her life would have been like if her Ma were still alive, and her Da didn't send her to live with Hera. "I wish I could go to the ball," Daine whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek. "If only I could." Just then, something laughed gently. Startled, Daine looked around, but she saw nothing. "W-who's there?" she asked, afraid.
Someone or something laughed again. "My dear, you were always able to go," a voice said gently as red magic filled the kitchen and formed a figure.
Daine got up quickly and got her dagger. "Who are you?" she asked the figure in a shaking voice, her dagger ready to strike.
"No need to fret," the voice said as the figure became clearer. "I am your fairy godmother." the figure finally revealed a woman dressed in white and gold, the dress sparkled with magic. "I'm here to help you. I shall grant you your wish."
"But how?" Daine questioned. "My step mother made it clear that I can't go."
"You must have misunderstood what I was saying," the fairy godmother said, smiling. "I am Onua, your fairy godmother. I shall make your dream come true!"
Daine stuck her chin out stubbornly, "Dreams can't come true!"
"Oh, yes, they can. If you wish hard enough, they'll come true. Just as long as you never quit trying." Onua smiled.
"Alright, so how do you suppose I get there?" Daine wanted to know.
Onua's smile widened into a grin. "A pumpkin," she said simply, as if it was possible.
Eyebrows lifted as Daine stared at the Fairy godmother. "Surely, you're joking. A pumpkin is not big enough for me to fit."
Onua's eyes danced with amusement. "Again, you don't believe. You have such little faith." She took Daine's arm and pulled her out of the house. "Take a look," she said as she dropped Daine's arm. Onua had led the girl out to the garden that was near the road. She pointed to a lone pumpkin and smiled. Red fire spread from her outstretched hands and made its way to the pumpkin. Once the magic was close enough, it formed around the pumpkin and pushed it toward the road. As it did so, the pumpkin grew larger and larger until it was in the shape of a horse drawn carriage. Next, Onua found some mice that played around in the garden, and turned them into beautiful white and black horses and the rest into carriage men.
Daine watched in awe, a tiny smile forming on her face. "So it is true, you can grant my wishes!"
Onua chuckled. "Of course I can. I told you already, I'm your fairy godmother. Hold out your arms, that's a dear." Daine did as she was told and waited patiently. Once again, red fire spread from Onua's finger tips and went around Daine.
Daine gasped when the magic finally left her and she looked down at her clothes. She no longer wore her old rags, now she wore an emerald dress with emerald ear bobs in her ears. Around her neck was a string of pearls. When she lifted her dress, she saw glass slippers. "Oh, Onua," she said, breathlessly. "It's beautiful." She looked at Onua, a smile playing across her lips as a tear began to fall down her cheek from joy.
Onua rushed to Daine when she saw the tear. "Oh, my dear. No you can't cry; you'll ruin your face paint." Quickly, before the tear left a trail on Daine's face, Onua wiped it away. "Now, I'm glad you like it, but you best get going. Oh, and don't forget, you must leave before midnight, for the magic wears off then." Daine nodded and hurried toward the pumpkin carriage.
The carriage men helped her into the carriage, and once she was settled, they began to ride away. Daine glanced out the opening of the carriage that served as a window and waved to Onua. The Fairy waved back, blotting a handkerchief to her eyes.
Daine was in awe as she watched the sights go by as the carriage went on. It was a perfect night, with a full moon and billions of stars in the sky, seeming to wink down at Daine. The girl smiled and laid a hand on her beautiful dress. If only Da could see her now. He would be most proud. Oh, Da, she thought, whatever I am fated to be, this night will be the night of a lifetime.
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A/N: That's all for now. I hope you liked the chapter. Next chapter will be the moment we've all been waiting for, the Ball.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not even the plot. Huh! What a bummer.
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Tortall's Fairytale
Chapter 4
"Hurry up, we need to get ready," Varice yelled at her sister, Callisto.
"I know, I'm hurrying as fast as I can go," snapped Callisto.
"Girls! Quit arguing," insisted Hera. "Daine, get the dress," she ordered the girl. "Now!"
Daine curtsied. "Yes, mistress." She walked off to each of her step- families room to get their dresses for the ball. It was only hours before the Prince's Ball, and everyone but Daine was freaking out. Daine sighed and gathered each dress and brought them to where the ladies were, in the sitting room.
"Here are your dresses, My Ladies," she announced. All three of them turned to scowl at her, like she's no more than unwanted waste. She glared back at them. No matter how badly they treat her, they can't lay a hand on her. If that were to happen, her Da wouldn't be happy, which wouldn't be good if a god wasn't happy.
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Hours later, all three ladies emerged from the sitting room, dressed in their royal best, with their hair up and face paint to make them look spectacular.
Varice's dress was scarlet colored with rubies on her necklace and a ruby on each of her ears. Her dress was cut low and revealing. Callisto's dress was velvet and it reached the floor. It covered her shoulders and neckline, and the long sleeves were puffed out. Hera's dress was just plain, for she didn't need to impress the prince, just to urge him to wed one of her daughters.
Daine looked her step sisters and mother over, thinking how much she hated them. Finally the time came when they would leave her alone for several hours. The carriage came to pick them up and one of the men came to get the ladies and escort them.
Once her step sisters and mother were gone, Daine walked into her kitchen and sat in her chair by the fire hearth. She sat there, just thinking of what her life would have been like if her Ma were still alive, and her Da didn't send her to live with Hera. "I wish I could go to the ball," Daine whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek. "If only I could." Just then, something laughed gently. Startled, Daine looked around, but she saw nothing. "W-who's there?" she asked, afraid.
Someone or something laughed again. "My dear, you were always able to go," a voice said gently as red magic filled the kitchen and formed a figure.
Daine got up quickly and got her dagger. "Who are you?" she asked the figure in a shaking voice, her dagger ready to strike.
"No need to fret," the voice said as the figure became clearer. "I am your fairy godmother." the figure finally revealed a woman dressed in white and gold, the dress sparkled with magic. "I'm here to help you. I shall grant you your wish."
"But how?" Daine questioned. "My step mother made it clear that I can't go."
"You must have misunderstood what I was saying," the fairy godmother said, smiling. "I am Onua, your fairy godmother. I shall make your dream come true!"
Daine stuck her chin out stubbornly, "Dreams can't come true!"
"Oh, yes, they can. If you wish hard enough, they'll come true. Just as long as you never quit trying." Onua smiled.
"Alright, so how do you suppose I get there?" Daine wanted to know.
Onua's smile widened into a grin. "A pumpkin," she said simply, as if it was possible.
Eyebrows lifted as Daine stared at the Fairy godmother. "Surely, you're joking. A pumpkin is not big enough for me to fit."
Onua's eyes danced with amusement. "Again, you don't believe. You have such little faith." She took Daine's arm and pulled her out of the house. "Take a look," she said as she dropped Daine's arm. Onua had led the girl out to the garden that was near the road. She pointed to a lone pumpkin and smiled. Red fire spread from her outstretched hands and made its way to the pumpkin. Once the magic was close enough, it formed around the pumpkin and pushed it toward the road. As it did so, the pumpkin grew larger and larger until it was in the shape of a horse drawn carriage. Next, Onua found some mice that played around in the garden, and turned them into beautiful white and black horses and the rest into carriage men.
Daine watched in awe, a tiny smile forming on her face. "So it is true, you can grant my wishes!"
Onua chuckled. "Of course I can. I told you already, I'm your fairy godmother. Hold out your arms, that's a dear." Daine did as she was told and waited patiently. Once again, red fire spread from Onua's finger tips and went around Daine.
Daine gasped when the magic finally left her and she looked down at her clothes. She no longer wore her old rags, now she wore an emerald dress with emerald ear bobs in her ears. Around her neck was a string of pearls. When she lifted her dress, she saw glass slippers. "Oh, Onua," she said, breathlessly. "It's beautiful." She looked at Onua, a smile playing across her lips as a tear began to fall down her cheek from joy.
Onua rushed to Daine when she saw the tear. "Oh, my dear. No you can't cry; you'll ruin your face paint." Quickly, before the tear left a trail on Daine's face, Onua wiped it away. "Now, I'm glad you like it, but you best get going. Oh, and don't forget, you must leave before midnight, for the magic wears off then." Daine nodded and hurried toward the pumpkin carriage.
The carriage men helped her into the carriage, and once she was settled, they began to ride away. Daine glanced out the opening of the carriage that served as a window and waved to Onua. The Fairy waved back, blotting a handkerchief to her eyes.
Daine was in awe as she watched the sights go by as the carriage went on. It was a perfect night, with a full moon and billions of stars in the sky, seeming to wink down at Daine. The girl smiled and laid a hand on her beautiful dress. If only Da could see her now. He would be most proud. Oh, Da, she thought, whatever I am fated to be, this night will be the night of a lifetime.
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A/N: That's all for now. I hope you liked the chapter. Next chapter will be the moment we've all been waiting for, the Ball.