Yuuuuuuup chapter 2 Yes I know I took a while to get chapter 2 up but it would've been up a week ago if I hadn't come down with conjunctivitis and been unable to see for a full week (XD yeah I was literally blind, I couldn't see, let alone write lol) but I'm almost back to normal now and writing this again. And I might not be updating for a while……thanks to the huge pile of homework I've got waiting for me (being sick sucks lol). All the reviews last chapter were awesomeeeee!! Thank you tons to all who reviewed, or gave me any kind of feedback at all, you guys inspire me to bring out new chapters and write faster and better, so thanks, and please keep those reviews coming.

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

NEW CHARACTER: Cushion-Bearer (aka the royal guy who carries the glass slipper along on the silk cushion XD): Enrique

IMPORTANT NOTE (Please read this): Pairings have changed. It's still a TyRa, but I have added a new pairing on request. OliverEnrique is the new pairing added, again will be referred to very mildly nothing explicit so warning's won't change. This pairing was requested by my friend Cassie (BOE-4eva) and she asked me to include Enrique in the characters as well. If you really want to see a particular character in this fic, from now on you can tell me the character and I'll see if I can put it in, maybe as OCs or something, I could try and think of new characters in this story I originally forgot XD typical me but no guarantees that I will end up using them though, and same with pairings. Okay thanks, I think I'm done rambling now -sweatdrops-...well technically it wasn't rambling it was important information…and here I go off rambling again –sweatdrops- tehe…

…And now I'll just shut up and let you read the chapter. lol

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Lightning flashed, thunder crashed, rain poured down as inside one dark, small house, time itself turned. Scenes of the past flashed past, in reverse, as everything that had ever happened ripped apart, until…

"Turn time right and forward too, Bibbity Bobbity Boo!" Voltaire yelled out in a majestic voice, as the windowpane of time faded away and the storm outside lessened considerably as well. Tala and Mariah's eyes were the shape and size of dinner plates by now, once they had seen the sweeping, grand old arching staircase entrance of their previous mansion and the glass chandelier and the huge rooms. They understood that time had been turned back to the point of the fitting of the slipper, once Duke Oliver's grand trumpet was heard outside. The siblings stared out the large window in awe and shock. Meanwhile, in another part of the huge old house, Johnny and Max had almost got the key to Tyson's locked cellar room. But the Duke had already entered the mansion with the glass slipper. "Here ye, here ye!!" came his call from downstairs.

"Oh dear!" Voltaire gasped, "We should go attend to his royal majesty's messenger, as his children hurried out of the room, he himself running right after them.

"By the King's order, the Prince of the land shall marry whoever this slipper fits! All persons of the household who wish to may participate!" Duke Oliver read out grandly, after whipping out a royal scroll and settling his monocle on his eye. When he was through reading he snapped up the scroll, ran a hand through his fluffy green hair, re-settled his monocle and cleared his throat as Tala and Mariah appeared down the stairs fixing their hair hurriedly. Their father followed behind at a more sedate pace. "Which of you two would like to try on the slipper first?" the Duke asked of Tala and Mariah.

"Me! Me!" They both yelled simultaneously. The Duke just sweatdropped. "No me! ME!!" They screamed at each other.

"CHILDREN!" Voltaire boomed. Silence fell.

As all this chaos was happening downstairs, Jaq and Gus had almost managed to get the key to Tyson's room. They were increasingly panicking and Tyson was very confused inside, because even though time had reversed itself (or rather been reversed by none other than the evil Voltaire…) Tyson's memories had not been erased and he longed to know what was going on.

"Tala will try the slipper first, sire," he announced. The Duke just shrugged and stepped forward with the slipper as Tala sat down in a chair. Mariah just huffed and turned away. Duke Oliver tried his hardest to squeeze the glass slipper onto Tala's hoof-sized feet (A/N: Nah I like Tala lol it's just the storyline ) But just as the Duke was about to give up trying, Voltaire subtly pulled out the magic wand, gave it a tiny little wave and whispered "Bibbity Bobbity Boo!" And voila, Tala's hoof magically shrank to a pretty little enviable size. Mariah was staring bug-eyed, while she was glaring daggers at Tala at the same time, Duke Oliver was so surprised that the monocle he was wearing popped off of his eye and he grabbed at the chain and popped it back on, while the messenger named Enrique who had come bearing the glass slipper on a cushion nearly dropped his cushion in surprise, fumbling and managing to catch it just in time. The Duke Oliver cleared his throat again. "Ehh-ehhm! The royal sire of the land, who is to wed the prince, has been found!! The one who fits the slipper has been located and shall return to the palace! The search…is OVER!!" he announced. Immediately after his announcement, the attic door burst open and Tyson appeared, running down the stairs, a pleading look in his eyes. "No!! This can't happen!" He made to run after the Duke Oliver but Voltaire blocked his path on the stairs. "It already has happened," he whispered venomously flashing poor Tyson who was almost in tears an evil, twisted smile. He turned to the Duke. "Sire, kindly go on!!" he called down to him, I shall be along in a minute, please go on."

The Duke nodded and walked out of the mansion, the messenger and Tala and Mariah hurrying along in his wake. Ahead of the siblings, the Duke Oliver muttered to his cushion-bearer, "I should've just become a chef – it would've saved these kinds of surprises. I almost feel sorry for the prince…" Enrique snickered and nodded, admiration and something else unidentifiable shining in his eyes. But back inside the mansion, the mood was much darker.

Voltaire turned to Tyson with the same sickeningly sweet and cunning smile on his face that made Tyson gulp audibly. If possible, Voltaire's strange smile stretched even further. "This time……..everything goes as I plan, and nothing can stop me," he whispered in a crazed voice. "No!" Tyson yelled again. "I'll stop you and your evil ways…" he bit his lip. "Oh? But you have no way of defeating me this time." Voltaire smirked. "I still have this! I'll show it to them! And that I fit it!" Tyson cried, pulling out the other glass slipper. But Voltaire caught the slipper in his cane and dropped it over the edge of the banister on the stairs. Tyson stared, shocked, as tears filled his eyes once more. Voltaire gently touched the side of his face with his cane and turned it to the other side as he whispered, with a demented gleam in his eyes, "you'll do no such thing. Stay away from the palace and the prince, Tyson." He coldly smiled and descended the stairs and stepped into the royal carriage that had been waiting for him, as Tyson watched, still shocked, staring after them as they rode off down the dusty street. Tyson didn't notice that a tear had slipped down his cheek.

At the Prince's Palace…

"Father, I'm sure of it!" Prince Ray earnestly said as he parried yet another blow of his father's, the King's. (A/N: They're fencing or something. I don't know lol)

"How can you be sure this is the girl just by her fitting the slipper though?!" his father insisted.

Prince Ray's eyes softened. "I just know it in my gut, father, I just do," he smiled.

His father smiled back. "Ok. If you're sure, my son."

"I am."
Just then the summoning trumpet sounded. "Prince Ray, the girl has been found," Duke Oliver announced, coming into the training room, golden trumpet in hand.

"Alright!" the prince shouted leaping into the air. He received strange looks from his father and the Duke and quickly landed back on the ground, coughing embarrassedly. "Ehhehm…sorry," he straightened his shirt and said "Well then let's go and meet her!"

The King smiled. "Just like when I was in love…" he mummered softly to himself.

The Duke exited the room, the Prince eagerly running after him on his heels. After what seemed like eternity to the prince, they finally stood at the door that entered into the waiting hall where the princess would be. The Duke smiled faintly. Prince Ray smiled back and stood a bit taller before he quietly opened the door and entered the hall.

When he did Tala stood up hurriedly and fixed his hair until his father coughed and glared hard at him. Tala turned a nice shade of red before standing up and folding his arms in his lap. Mariah smirked and more discreetly ran a hand through her fluffy pink hair that was clashing horribly with her orange dress Voltaire had made her to wear. She also stood quietly at attention, snickering under her breath at how horribly nervous Tala was looking by this point. Prince Ray swept into the hall and paused.

"Excuse me? Are you here to see me?" he asked politely, it was obvious he was confused and didn't really care about these people.

Voltaire smiled and stepped forward. "This is the one whose foot fit the slipper, the one you will marry," he announced.

The prince looked even more confused. "No, that's not who I danced with at the ball…" he spared Tala a glance, who had stuck out his bottom lip in a puppy dog pout face, but dropped the look as soon as Voltaire sent a withering look that could kill demons his way.

"No…I am definitely sure that's not the person," Ray finished.

Voltaire smiled a dark and sinister smile as Prince Ray turned to go back out of the hall. The evil old haggy man (Voltaire: WHO'RE YOU CALLING HAGGY? Inner: You, duh. XD Voltaire: -rages-) started sliding something out of his sleeve that no-one noticed.

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Mild cliffie….lol pretzels and umm a tiny preview of chapter 3 if you can guess what Voltaire was sliding out of his sleeve…tell me in a review. Also sorry that this chapter isn't that good…it was written in bits and pieces on different days and didn't turn out as good as I thought. I just have a thing, if I write stuff in bits and pieces it don't turn out too good usually o0 anyways yeah again sorry for so much author's info in the beginning…it had to be done. Fewf this chapter was long. Allmost a full 4 frickin pages in Word…and I'm makin it longer here lol. No wonder it took me a while to write –sweatdrops- …well anyway please review thanks for reading…bye!