A/N: So this series may not have as much to it as I thought it might. A couple of the longer stories I had planned may now become separate stories in their own right. So watch for two or three more additions to this. :-)
This is a Cinderella drabble.
Fae Chronicles
Wishing
by Fiyero Oberon
The funny thing was, I truly never expected it to happen.
After watching them go off to the ball, dressed to the nines in their crimson satins and lilac silks, decorated like the trees of Christmas with ribbons and white lace and pretty baubles, I ran out to my mother's grave. The hazelnut tree had always been a refuge place for me, a sanctuary of sorts. There was an old photograph lying beneath it, the glass of the frame fragmented and the picture was blotted with wet from rain and snow and other weather cruelties. But the photograph held a picture of my mother, her dark hair up in a grand style and a small, clever smile playing on her lips. And that was why the grave was my sanctuary.
But the white gown floated from the sky and enveloped me in its silken glory. A blue velvet overskirt graced the dress and a pair of white kid shoes stylized my feet.
And with warning of a midnight curfew from the birds, I was off to the ball.
And I danced the night away.
And I fell in love.
And I ran away.
And now here I sit, a girl of the ashes. They say that home is where the heart is, so I'm never sure where my home is. I grew up in this house and I love my father dearly – but the drunken state he is constantly in hurts that love for him. But I know where my heart really is – the palace, dressed in a golden crown and a fur-lined cape. He is my heart and I wish with all my might that I could be with him again.
Wishing got me to the ball.
But maybe it will take my own actions to get my dreams to come true.