Sleep

Aurora

Here's the part of my dream that I didn't see. Traiez struck his sword at Rectar and scurried off into a passage. Then Rectar started to stir, curling and uncurling his fingers more and more rapidly. The guard sat upright, like he wasn't just stabbed with a sword. All the dark red blood on the floor began to get soaked up like a sponge, the streams of blood on him pooled up in one mass and evaporated.

When he opened his eyes, I knew something was wrong. His eyes looked like they had a legitimate coat of glaze over them, making the iris foggy. Another thing that tipped me off: his skin was turning green and a little scaly.

I haven't ever run faster. After I made it to the cellar, the cannons and gunshots began. I really lucked out, right? No. Just my luck, I hopped in to the wrong cellar, one with no food and no water. But the water was no problem.

I concentrated hard to make water spout out of the ceiling, or somewhere.  A little patch of the stone floor crumbles into dirt, where a withered tree sapling sprouts. The little sapling begins to multiply, until the floor is packed. It begins to rain in the room, and the trees begin to grow into full grown oaks. One tree sprouts into a bowl filled with fruit and a water filled glass. That solves the food problem too.

In no time I learn to make it rain and grow plants. I fall asleep with a full stomach.

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A girl with blonde locks scrubs away at a marble floor, singing a sweet tune about a bird. The wood door opens and in steps a middle aged woman with two girls. One girl has reddish hair and the other brown.

"Cinderella," the woman calls. "The ball is tonight, if your going. Do you even have a dress? A nice dress that isn't for a peasant?" She gives off a cruel laugh, and the two girls sneer.

The blonde girl nods and goes up stairs. When she comes down, she holds a pink silk dress over her face, which I haven't seen yet. The woman and the two girls laugh, while the red haired girl snatches up the dress.

"Ew. Your wearing this," she scoffs in a nasally voice. "And you say I dress like a clown," the girl leisurely tossed the dress into the open fire. The pink satin dress crumples to dark ashes, and the three leave the room, the blonde haired girl all alone, sobbing.  Then I finally see her face, and I know for sure it's Jeanne.

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I wake up determined. I know what I have to do. I watch as my uncomfortable, over fancy dress becomes a light weighted, green, woven dress with flowers here and there, and a lily at the waist.  I did this, I think. 

Using all my will, I transport myself to the same room I saw in my dream, with Jeanne sitting there crying.

"Have your mother and sisters left yet?" I ask.

"Yes, but, who are you?" She says.

"I...uh, am...OH! I'm your fairy godmother! And I'm here to make sure you go to the ball. Now about the dress..."

I snap my fingers and her hair becomes perfectly spiraled, her reddened eyes become normal and whole, and her skin soft and shiny. Then her apron unravels and weaves into a blue dress, with silk down to the waist, that transfers to thick layering gauze.  Lastly I add shoes made from water that solidifies to glass. 

"Now, you must go to the ball!  You'll need a ride,"  I say. 

I whistle and two mice appear, that I turn into horses with a wave of my hand.  Then I grow a carriage.  Yes, I did say grow.  I grew a tree, that wove together forming a carriage, with comfortable cotton seats. 

Then a raspy voice in my head whistles like wind. 

Your powers are not yet strong enough, they won't last long.  The carriage will soon turn to dust.

"Hmm, well dear, the carriage will only last until midnight, so do not stay past, okay?"  I say. 

"Okay.  Thank you so much, fairy godmother,"  she grins. 

"My pleasure,"  I say. 

With a wave of my hand I am back in the cellar.  The trees have all gone, all the dirt and fruit too.  All that's left is a small leaf.  The door opens with a loud bang, and there stands my father, with guards surrounding him. 

"Aurora,"  he hugs me tight. 

"Father, I am ready for the ball, I, uh, found this dress in that corner.  I'll be safe, don't worry,"  I say.  I really want to see Jeanne now that I know where she is. 

"Okay, we will get a carriage,"  my father agrees. 

Soon I am walking into the ball room, which gleams of gold.  Giant crystal chandeliers dangle from the ceiling, food surrounds the room outline.  Then I quickly spot her.  The blue dress looks beautiful, and her gold hair shimmers.  She's dancing with a man with perfect brown hair and eyes, and he's dressed extravagantly, in a navy blue shade.  I know right away he's the prince.  Then Jeanne sees me, and comes toward me, the prince following her. 

"Hello,"  she says happily.  "I didn't think you would be here, it's nice to see you anyhow, fairy godmother," she says with a wink.

"Uh, right, may I talk to you alone for a moment?"  I ask.

"Sure,"  Jeanne replies.  I pull her over toward a little courtyard full of hedges and green grass. 

"Is it going well with the prince?"  I ask. 

"Yeah, he seems to like me, and I like him..."

"Jeanne, I'm not really your fairy godmother, I uh... I am uh, how do I say this.  Well, I'm your sister,"  I say. 

She looks at me like I'm crazy.  She looks almost angry. 

"Yeah, sure.  If you were my sister, then where were you my whole life, huh?"  She seemed agitated. 

"I've been asleep for a while, and I don't remember most of my childhood,"  I replied honestly.

"Wait!  Your Aurora?" She asked, stunned. 

I nod and glance at the clock.

"You better get back to the prince, he's waiting.  You only have a half hour till midnight,"  I say, and with a snap of my fingers I vanish to the courtyard of the palace.