Epilogue
A young girl named Elle, though she was mockingly called Cinderella by her stepsisters, sat in the soot with tears running down her face.
"It's not fair." She muttered to herself. "I've done twice as much work as they did. I should be able to take some time off. It's not fair!" the girl sighed and leaned her back against the fireplace. "...it's never fair. Why does Opal hate me so much?" She asked the air - not knowing someone else was watching.
Cellendria, who was invisible, resisted the urge to reach out and comfort the girl named in her honor. The child's father had blamed magic for his wife, Marie's death and had forbidden Cellendria to have any contact with her goddaughter. Cellendria for the most part obeyed, but sometimes she would comfort the girl through dreams or with small amounts of magic. Elle probably just thought she had imagined her as a child.
"Oh I just wish I could go to the ball! Just go out and live for one night!" Elle exclaimed.
Cellendria smiled sadly. She sounded just like her mother - looked like her too. It was almost as if Marie was alive again. No wonder Opal disliked Ellen so much - she saw the girl who helped bring her family's downfall, every time she looked in Elle's face. A pang of guilt flashed in the fairy's mind as she looked at the sad face of her best friend's daughter. If she had thought out the curse a little better Marie's daughter - her goddaughter - might not be mixed up in all of this.
In her heart compassion and guilt out weighed the promise she had made to the child's father. Slowly she released the spell reached forward to comfort the child she that she had hidden from for so many years. Elle stopped crying in surprise as Cellendria appeared, offering her passage to the royal ball. The fairy dried her tears, dressed her in a fine ball gown and sent her off in a pumpkin carriage drawn by six white mice. And as she watched her leave, as radiant as any queen, one thought passed through her mind:
'That child will make a difference.'
Now there is more to tell. Of how Ellen danced at a royal ball in the Glass Slippers and captured the heart of a prince. How the prince found his love by the fit of an abandoned glass slipper. Or even how the curse of the glass slipper was fulfilled and "Cinderella", the glass blower's granddaughter and the goddaughter of a fairy became queen.
...but that is another tale.
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THE END
Author's notes: This story is done! I would like to thank everyone who reviewed, and even those who just read this far (you know you want to review). Also special thanks to my friends and my sister who were basically why I kept on writing this story.
A young girl named Elle, though she was mockingly called Cinderella by her stepsisters, sat in the soot with tears running down her face.
"It's not fair." She muttered to herself. "I've done twice as much work as they did. I should be able to take some time off. It's not fair!" the girl sighed and leaned her back against the fireplace. "...it's never fair. Why does Opal hate me so much?" She asked the air - not knowing someone else was watching.
Cellendria, who was invisible, resisted the urge to reach out and comfort the girl named in her honor. The child's father had blamed magic for his wife, Marie's death and had forbidden Cellendria to have any contact with her goddaughter. Cellendria for the most part obeyed, but sometimes she would comfort the girl through dreams or with small amounts of magic. Elle probably just thought she had imagined her as a child.
"Oh I just wish I could go to the ball! Just go out and live for one night!" Elle exclaimed.
Cellendria smiled sadly. She sounded just like her mother - looked like her too. It was almost as if Marie was alive again. No wonder Opal disliked Ellen so much - she saw the girl who helped bring her family's downfall, every time she looked in Elle's face. A pang of guilt flashed in the fairy's mind as she looked at the sad face of her best friend's daughter. If she had thought out the curse a little better Marie's daughter - her goddaughter - might not be mixed up in all of this.
In her heart compassion and guilt out weighed the promise she had made to the child's father. Slowly she released the spell reached forward to comfort the child she that she had hidden from for so many years. Elle stopped crying in surprise as Cellendria appeared, offering her passage to the royal ball. The fairy dried her tears, dressed her in a fine ball gown and sent her off in a pumpkin carriage drawn by six white mice. And as she watched her leave, as radiant as any queen, one thought passed through her mind:
'That child will make a difference.'
Now there is more to tell. Of how Ellen danced at a royal ball in the Glass Slippers and captured the heart of a prince. How the prince found his love by the fit of an abandoned glass slipper. Or even how the curse of the glass slipper was fulfilled and "Cinderella", the glass blower's granddaughter and the goddaughter of a fairy became queen.
...but that is another tale.
.
THE END
Author's notes: This story is done! I would like to thank everyone who reviewed, and even those who just read this far (you know you want to review). Also special thanks to my friends and my sister who were basically why I kept on writing this story.