Disclaimer: All the people whose names you recognize, such as Char, Ella, Dame Olga, Hattie, Olive, Mandy, Apple (yes, the centaur), Madame Edith, and even the ground these guys step on, belong to Gail Carson Levine.
A/N: When I saw the Ella Enchanted section here, I just had to write a fic. Problem was, I wrote it in a piece of paper, and it got lost somewhere in the depths of my school bag. I just found it! And I hope you like it.:) I just realized that all my fics somehow start when I'm in school...there's the "Currently Unnamed Note-passing Scheme", and "The Answer to Everything", and now, here is:
A Prince's One Wish
"She isn't here"
I was shocked. "Where had she gone?" I asked urgently
"Well, majesty, only yesterday, Ella left for Finishing School." She said those last few words in barely more than a whisper.
"What? Why? Why does she need to be finished if there is nothing wrong with her to begin with?" I asked, furious. She was silent.
Thank you anyway." I turned away.
"Majesty!" she had stopped me in mid-turn, "I'm very sorry, but our grounds are too small to accommodate a growing centaur!"
"All right then, tell Ella that I will raise the centaur for her . . . His name is Apple, by the way. "I sighed "I will return for him later." I was determined to explore the old castle abandoned by my father. As I left, I saw the cook give it an apple. Perfect.
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I wrote a letter to my father, informing him about the few cotillions that I attended. I also told him that I would gladly patrol the border for him, as he thinks I am old enough. We have already started, and are heading towards the vicinity of Jenn. I hope to see Ella sometime soon. I have heard that there is a very good finishing school there-run by Madame Edith.
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Outside a tall building, a young man finished writing something, then unexpectedly, stood up and tore the paper into shreds. He let them go, and stood forlornly, as the wind blew them away to the four corners of the world. Anyone watching from the windows would have thought him a pitiful lover. But, that was a lie; anyone who saw him there would have asked why the Prince of Kyrria was all alone. Yes, he was a prince, the great Prince Charmont of Kyrria.
~~diary~~
I could have talked to her, comforted her for whatever reason it was she left. You must be confused, so I will explain. We started on this trip, only last week, and reached this Finishing school the day before yesterday. When we got there, I glanced at the list of names of the students. As I began to walk away, I suddenly realized that I knew one if the names there... Ella. I rushed off to Madame Edith, the headmistress (a/n: maybe I'm too much into HP now...) and asked where Ella was. She said that Ella had run away sometime last week. I walked away, downcast. I had almost reached her. If only I had arrived there a few days earlier. I love her, I know. I shall tear this up and scatter them to the wind. It isn't her fault that the Prince of Kyrria Fell in love with her. I don't want to endanger her for that reason. I shall never speak or write of this again until I ask for her hand.
Char.
A/N: Please give me reviews! Consider this as something like a prologue, please. Forgive me if it is short. I did the best I could! Flames will be used to roast my marshmallows! *points to a large bag of them* Thanks!
A/N: When I saw the Ella Enchanted section here, I just had to write a fic. Problem was, I wrote it in a piece of paper, and it got lost somewhere in the depths of my school bag. I just found it! And I hope you like it.:) I just realized that all my fics somehow start when I'm in school...there's the "Currently Unnamed Note-passing Scheme", and "The Answer to Everything", and now, here is:
A Prince's One Wish
"She isn't here"
I was shocked. "Where had she gone?" I asked urgently
"Well, majesty, only yesterday, Ella left for Finishing School." She said those last few words in barely more than a whisper.
"What? Why? Why does she need to be finished if there is nothing wrong with her to begin with?" I asked, furious. She was silent.
Thank you anyway." I turned away.
"Majesty!" she had stopped me in mid-turn, "I'm very sorry, but our grounds are too small to accommodate a growing centaur!"
"All right then, tell Ella that I will raise the centaur for her . . . His name is Apple, by the way. "I sighed "I will return for him later." I was determined to explore the old castle abandoned by my father. As I left, I saw the cook give it an apple. Perfect.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I wrote a letter to my father, informing him about the few cotillions that I attended. I also told him that I would gladly patrol the border for him, as he thinks I am old enough. We have already started, and are heading towards the vicinity of Jenn. I hope to see Ella sometime soon. I have heard that there is a very good finishing school there-run by Madame Edith.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Outside a tall building, a young man finished writing something, then unexpectedly, stood up and tore the paper into shreds. He let them go, and stood forlornly, as the wind blew them away to the four corners of the world. Anyone watching from the windows would have thought him a pitiful lover. But, that was a lie; anyone who saw him there would have asked why the Prince of Kyrria was all alone. Yes, he was a prince, the great Prince Charmont of Kyrria.
~~diary~~
I could have talked to her, comforted her for whatever reason it was she left. You must be confused, so I will explain. We started on this trip, only last week, and reached this Finishing school the day before yesterday. When we got there, I glanced at the list of names of the students. As I began to walk away, I suddenly realized that I knew one if the names there... Ella. I rushed off to Madame Edith, the headmistress (a/n: maybe I'm too much into HP now...) and asked where Ella was. She said that Ella had run away sometime last week. I walked away, downcast. I had almost reached her. If only I had arrived there a few days earlier. I love her, I know. I shall tear this up and scatter them to the wind. It isn't her fault that the Prince of Kyrria Fell in love with her. I don't want to endanger her for that reason. I shall never speak or write of this again until I ask for her hand.
Char.
A/N: Please give me reviews! Consider this as something like a prologue, please. Forgive me if it is short. I did the best I could! Flames will be used to roast my marshmallows! *points to a large bag of them* Thanks!