change my fate

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It was only going to be a matter of time before Uma opened Auradon to the rest of the kingdoms. Wonderland, being one of them, was poised on the edge of this new era with its own peculiar blend of anticipation and eccentricity.

In Auradon, the news of Wonderland's inclusion was met with a blend of curiosity and excitement. Uma's leadership had already seen the integration of many other realms, each bringing their own traditions and stories. Auradon's castle, a symbol of unity and strength, stood adorned with banners representing each new kingdom, with Wonderland's iconic symbols soon to be added.

Opening Auradon to the rest of the kingdoms wasn't just a political move; it was a testament to the belief that strength lay in diversity, and that the world was a richer place when its many voices were heard and celebrated.

I stood next to the entrance to the main hall, where the king and queen of Auradon once sat. My dark blue hair was wrapped in a thread of curls, matching the dark blue dress I had slipped into this morning.

As I watched the Queen of Hearts enter with her daughter, I could hear my father's voice booming in my head. "Always stand tall and never let them see your fear," he would say. My father, Zeus, had often spoken of the Queen's fierce reputation and unpredictable temper. His tales painted her as both a formidable ruler and a figure of intrigue.

The Queen of Hearts, resplendent in her regal red and gold attire, commanded attention as she glided into the grand hall. Her daughter, a striking young girl with an air of determined grace, walked beside her, her head held high. I marveled at how much she resembled her mother, not just in looks but in the aura of authority that surrounded her.

The hall was a tapestry of colors and cultures, with representatives from all corners of the united kingdoms. The Wonderlandians added a vibrant splash of whimsy to the scene, their outfits and mannerisms delightfully eccentric. The March Hare's infectious laughter echoed through the room, while the Mad Hatter exchanged animated conversations with intrigued Auradonians.

My eyes were drawn back to the Queen of Hearts and her daughter. The young girl, perhaps around my age, had a thoughtful expression, her eyes darting around the room, taking in the splendor and the unfamiliar faces. I could sense a mix of excitement and apprehension in her demeanor.

As the Queen approached, the crowd parted with a mixture of respect and caution. I straightened my back, hearing my father's voice again, "Respect is earned through deeds, not just titles."

"Guards!" The Queen of Hearts voice broke my thoughts. "Off with her head!"

I turn to find her guards heading towards Cinderella, her children in a rush to save her. Chad, at the age of twenty-one, had cleaned up his act and became one of his parents' best knights. His younger sister, Chloe, is desperate to follow in his footsteps.

"Ella!" Someone cried, but it wouldn't have stopped the Queen of Hearts antagonizing attempt at taking control.

The Fairy Godmother was stuck in place beside me, shaken and full of tears. "I should have known." She muttered. "This was a disaster!"

"Don't worry Fairy Godmother." I assured her. "I'm sure there's something we can do."

If only I knew what that meant entirely.