Trix wrinkled her nose as course object tickled it. She hummed. A gush of cold wind passed over her and extended her hand to grab her blanket. Her hand instead made contact with soft, cold, leafy mud. Trix's eyes snapped open.
She scrambled to her feet as she observed her unfamiliar surrounding. Tall, menacing trees surrounded her illuminated by the light of the moon. As Trix turned in every direction, she came to conclusion that she was in a forest. A really big forest.
Fear clung to her like a blanket and her frantic heart beat could be heard for miles.
"Where am I?"
A gush of cold wind passed over her and she hugged herself tightly.
"Oh, there you are," a voice said.
Trix immediately turned in the direction of the voice and saw a short, stocky man dressed oddly.
"You must be the newby," the man stated pulling out a small book and a pen.
"Here are your things," he said handing them to Trix.
"Use them wisely and remember these words-, Every action has an equal reaction," he said slowly and clearly.
"Farewell, Trixiana," he said with smile before disappearing into thin air.
"What? Wait!" Trix yelled, not understanding a thing he said.
She glanced down confused at the book. Her heart stilled as she stared at the book title- Cinderella.
"I am dreaming."
She immediately squeezed her eyes shut and pinched herself as hard as she could. She opened her eyes and let out a sound of frustration.
"Guys, if this is your doing this is not funny," she yelled.
She stood there for a while in silence. She heard no giggles or chuckles.
She was all alone.
Trix dropped to the forest floor, feeling the loneliness wash over her. Soon years started to fall from her eyes. She hated being alone.
She glanced at the book once more and reluctantly opened it. On the inside of the cover were a few scribblings.
Finish the story and you go home.
As she read the words, Trix hurriedly scrambled around looking for the pen she was given. She found it submerged in leaves. She grabbed it and hurriedly scribbled under- Once upon time, The end.
A few minutes had passed and nothing happened, suddenly the words on the inner side of the book cover faded away and reappeared.
You really thought it'd be that easy, hahaha.
Trix nearly growled in frustration. She didn't even remember the story of Cinderella. She gripped her hair tightly, she was lost, in every meaning of the phrase.
Don't worry, I'll offer a little assistance.
~~~Once upon a time in a land far away lived a girl named Ella. Ella lived happily with her parents in a beautiful house with a few servants, until Ella's mother fell sick.....
Trix read the few lines that the book wrote. 'Fairytales were based of happily ever after's right,' she taught to herself. 'Then let's give Ella a happily ever after do I can leave.'
~~~Ella's father desperate not to lose his one true love ventured into the dark forest to meet a witch, who could cute his wife of her illness.....
A sudden knocking on a door interrupted Trix from her writing. She jumped in shock as she observed her surroundings, she was in a cottage of sorts. She was sitting by an old table with a small bottle in front of her, on the bottle was the word, 'cure'.
"Shite."
The knocking became louder.
"Alright, Alright," Trix said her voice coarse. She rose from her seat but her height was off. She reached her hands out to grab the bottle and screeched at the sight of her hands. An hold wrinkly hand with warts grabbed the bottle.
She hurriedly opened the door and stuffed the bottle into the hands of the person outside and slammed the door. She hurried back to the book, avoiding all mirrors.
~~~~Ella's mother was cured and the family was happy once more but as the years went by, Ella's father grew distant and after one tragic night when Ella's mother found out about her husband's infidelities. She had a sudden heart ache and died. Ella was torn and distraught. She blamed her father for what he had done and hated him. Ella became bitter and cruel.
"What! No!" Trix yelled. What had she done.
~~~Ella's father remarried his mistress and passed a few years later. Now Ella lives with her stepmother and stepsisters.
Trix glanced up and watched as a brunette stuffed her hand into the fireplace, searching blindly for what? Trix didn't know. She suddenly stopped and rubbed her nose and sneezed.
"Bless you," Trix replied immediately.
"Ella, it's not in there and if you don't stop, we are going to have to start calling you Cinderella," a petite blonde said entire the room with a tea tray.
"It is very important to me. I need to find it," Ella said raising to her feet and brushing off her dress.
Trix stared at them blankly.
"Are you alright, Ginger," Ella asked staring at Trix, who seemed lost in thought.
Poppy, the blonde snapped her fingers before Trix and woke her from her trance. She hummed and stared at the two, who had sat down.
"Are you alright," Poppy inquired. The pair had concerned look in their eyes. Trix hummed in response and nodded.
She rose from her seat and stood in front of a mirror. Trix was wearing a silver and black, corseted dress. Her dark curly hair was now straight. She looked beautiful. She smiled at her appearance and twirled. She giggled, a foreign sound that she hadn't made in a really long time.
Ella and Poppy shared a glanced and then the three all started jumping around like little girls.
"What is the meaning of this," a firm voice said. The girls paused and stared at a middle aged slim lady wearing, by the looks of it a really uncomfortable corset. Behind her were to girls.
To Trix, one seemed to be half Asian and the other half African American. They stood with smirks behind who could have only been there mother.
"You are supposed to be cleaning this house," the stepmother yelled, hands akimbo.
"Excuse me," Ella retorted, standing in front of the group.
"How dare you talk back to your mother," she said dramatically.
"You," Ella started chickling, taking slow, small, intimidating steps towards her stepmother, "are not my mother."
"And since my mother payed for the land on which this house was build, this is my house."
"So why don't you, start cleaning or leave," Ella stated watching as the smug looks left her stepsisters face and a scowl fell on the lips off her stepmother.
~~~~They left that same evening with the promise to comeback and ruin 'Cinderella's' little life......
Trix gulped as she watched their carriage left. She closed her book and sighed. How was she going to fix the problem that she had created.
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