Chapter 1! Wow I updated this pretty fast actually……thank you to everyone who gave me support for this story and reviewed the character list, thank you all tons. Just for clarification in this fic…………Voltaire is Lady Tremaine (aka the wicked stepmother, but in this fic it's the wicked stepfather. So Voltaire is Mariah and Tala's father. Oh and btw, yes a guy can be a princess. Tyson is the princess…so don't come ranting to me about that, it's just the way I wrote the fic. Yay!! And ehm…disclaimer and stuff listed in prologue, I'm not repeating warnings, pairings and disclaimer every chapter just go look in the prologue if you're interested. And ummm……….yea but the character list will be in every chapter.

Character List:

Lady Tremaine (evil stepmother): Voltaire

Drizella (evil stepsister number one): Mariah

Anastasia (not-so-evil stepsister number two): Tala

Jaq the talking mouse: Johnny

Gus the other talking mouse: Max

Prince: Ray

Cinderella: Tyson

The King: Grandpa Granger

Fairy Godmother: Boris

The head of housekeeping lady: Robert

The Duke with the monocle: Oliver

Lucifer: Bryan

I don't think there's really anything else to say, enjoy the chapter! VVVVVV Chapter 1

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"But Father! Why do we have to work like pigs!" Mariah whined, pouting.

"Maybe because you ARE a pig, Tala remarked snidely.

"Shut up Ivanov! I don't see you any happier about having to work!"

"At least I'm not complaining!"

"You–!" Mariah lunged at Tala, trying to scratch his pretty (no, scratch that, ugly) face as Tala snapped back at her trying to rip her long pink hair out.

"Girls!" Voltaire boomed out.

"I'm a boy, can't you tell?" Tala ground out.

"Silence! Why can't you two just get the work done?!" Their father glared at them both, hard.

"Because HE never dos any of his share of work," Mariah muttered, tugging at her pink hair.

"I do too! It's you that's afraid of breaking a fingernail, or oooh!! I'm going to ruin my hair this way!" Tala finished snootily.

"Why you–"

"Shut up, brats, and don't let me hear another word out of either of you until you've finished all the work!" Voltaire interjected before he stomped back inside the house –errr shack– and slammed the door shut behind him.

"Hmpf!" Mariah turned away, crossing her arms.

"Hmpf!" Tala turned the other way, but only to see Ray, the prince of the land, and Tyson, the princess, galloping across the open field that bordered Voltaire's shabby land. Or rather it was the other way round. Deciding he didn't want to slave away at pointless chores anymore, Tala decided to sneak off behind the prince and his step-brother, the princess, who he hated. Once he made sure his evil sister's back was securely turned, he snuck off into the long, rustling grasses towards the palace, behind the royal couple. He stopped at a clearing when the prince and princess stopped, where there was this strange old man with purple hair holding a long white stick. So Tala decided to climb up a tree and watch the proceedings from there. The purple-haired man who was apparently named Boris, Tala judged, by the shrill call of the princess Tyson, 'Boris Godmama'. Boris Godmother was evidently a lunatic in Tala's opinion because he was waving his white stick around like he actually expected it to do something. Tala just watched like the old man was crazy. Suddenly the white stick spread some sort of silverish dust as Boris waved it while chanting "Bibbity Bobbity Boo!"…and a beautiful cake suddenly appeared in the middle of the clearing for it appeared to be someone's birthday.

"Magic! So that's how he did it!" Tala said brightly to himself and smirked as the wand swept in a wide arc and straight out of Boris's hand as he waved it around. Tala caught it and scurried home quickly, eager to show the wand to Sire Voltaire. (A/N: Lady Tremaine  Sire Voltaire –giggle– yahh I find some of this pretty amusing).

"Father! Father! Father! Father! FATHER!" Tala shouted, puffing and tripping on random objects as he ran into their dirty backyard.

"QUIET!" Voltaire boomed, banging the door of the house open.

Tala jumped but hurried eagerly on. "Look what I found Father!!"

"…A stick?" Voltaire asked with dry sarcasm, a twitch in his eyebrow.

Mariah screamed and snorted in laughter. "Father! He's finally lost it hasn't he? He goes out hunting for…a stick!" And with that, Mariah dissolved into a fit of giggles on the floor.

"Pfft! It's not JUST a stick Father!" Tala interrupted, glaring at his witch of a sister (replace the w with a b and figure it out for yourself, I can't explicitly spell it out since it's based on a Disney fairytale XD) "Look! I'll prove it to you!" Tala began waving the wand about wildly and tried searching for the magic words. "Oh, was it………hmm I think it was…"Mappity Mippity Moo?" Nothing happened. Voltaire just watched in silence, with nothing more than a raised eyebrow betraying his annoyance. "Pippity, Pappity, Poo?" Nothing happened again. Mariah snickered. Tala huffed and was about to try again when…………………….

"Oh there it is!" A clear voice rang out from behind him. "My magic wand! Lord knows, in the wrong hands, that wand would be dangerous!" Boris, the fairy godmother smiled and held out a hand for his wand. "Now dearie, I think I shall have that back now!"

"No you won't!" Tala shot back.

"Oh yes I will!" Boris launched himself at Tala and got a grip around the wand.

"No you won't! It's mine now!" Tala growled out.

"It's mine!"

"Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers!"

A …rather…violent…tug of war ensued over the wand between Tala and Boris, that is, until……………

"BIBBITY BOBBITY BOO!!" Tala shouted loudly. The wand was inadvertently pointed in Boris' direction and………….

-POOF!-

All of a sudden, where the Fairy Godmother aka Boris had previously been, there was now a stone statue a perfect replica of Boris. Tala stared guiltily. "Oh god……….Oh dear………..F-father…I'm so sorry, I didn't mean –"

"Hmm," Voltaire cut off Tala's sorry ramblings. "So that's how she did it, eh?" he murmured to himself. "What if we…"

"F-father?" Mariah whimpered, but Voltaire ignored her altogether.

"What are you planning?" At Tala's question, Voltaire came out of his stupor and smiled, a wicked, evil, dark smile. He beckoned both his children inside the house where he raised the wand to the cloudy, wicked skies. "Turn back the tides of time to change to wedding and the who, Bibbity Bobbity Boo!!" When the last word of that sentence left his lips, lighting crashed, thunder cracked loudly, windowpanes shook with the fear of impending doom and the dome of the house became a swirling black cloud as a pitch-black time window ripped open in front of the 3 viewers with wide eyes, as events came undone and the story unraveled…

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Uhhhh mild cliffie then? Yeah chapter's a little short as of now, they'll get longer soon. YAY chapter 2 will be up soon……please tell me what you thought of chapter 1 and the way I've begun the story!