Cinderella's Fate | 🤍 seongjoong 🤍

Chapter 32

Narrator's POV 

    The carriage had broken down after going down the uneven road. With a quick exit, he wasn't able to go back to the original path they took to come to the ball, resulting in him driving his own carriage in an unfamiliar path. And the branches and spines from the vegetation had ripped through the gorgeous dress he was wearing. He was glad that all his effort had paid off, and now he had lost sight of the guards.

    Hopping off the broke carriage, his feet landing on the floor, he realised that he had lost one of his shoes. He went on to get the other of his feet, to finally find himself comfortable enough to start running.

    Leading himself to the main street, he needed to get home quickly before anyone found the car and reported it to the authorities. Maybe the madame had filed a police report. She might have lied and made the whole situation worse. Swiftly, he stole a bicycle from a confidence store, sending metal apologies to the person. He followed a few street signs to the outskirts of the city, since the palace was just a bit further away from the centre. He then went on to ask people for directions, and thanking his lucky stars, he got home safely.

    After closing everything and making sure that no one had seen him, he went to sleep, exhausted by the whole accident. However, sleep didn't come easily, and he ended up looking in the pockets of his dress, finding the chest he earned earlier.

    He dropped it on the floor, getting low to get it realising that the chest had opened up ,a letter was in the chest as he felt the folder paper.

The letter read:

'My dear child,

By now, you should have been able to guess how the curse started. It will serve to your understanding once all the pieces will come together. But you must know that what you saw must be kept a secret, or else what must happen will not happen. But you mustn't worry; at the correct time all shall be revealed.

Well, the witch who had cursed Cinderella was her twin sister that out of jealousy, since she was not as talented or as pretty as she was, created the curse by using a special book , a forbidden one. At the time historically, the magical creature and humans were living peacefully, however not everyone agree on that matter, planning to take over the human side. After extensive research, I don't know how she got it and was able to make it.

It might seem, that the words I am writing feel like a repetition however, it is important to note that all this information helped understand the situation better, creating a theory. My own theory of how it went down.

The witch must still be alive for the magic of the curse to be working. I looked at a past book of magic, and they used modern day physics such as the laws of motion to describe the movement of magic. How it flows through the universe.

It states that or the force of magic to keep moving, there must be a source and the source must be of great power to move the magic at fast speed.

If these laws are not obeyed, according to the universe, chaos will be among men.

So far, I haven't been able to continued research on my theory after moving out of the city to where our house is. And I'm not even close in disclosing on who was able to lessen the curse or how to get rid of the witch completely.

But I can give you these pointers , their book is still there : the incantations , it is written in an old language, but I was able to through it stuff some and puts note in the book.

It's in the royal library at the section centrepieces of the magical world and number 600–700.

Also, the curse is weakening and so is the witch , soon she will have to come out, and you will need to be prepared for that. Make sure that you watch your back at all times.

Hope you find it , I think most answers are there, and the curse will finally be broken. I know you went through a lot , but I want to congratulate you in coming this far.

I love you always , precious star.

Mum.'

Feeling happiness surge through hi being, tears swelled up at the base of his eyes, and let himself feel a sense of security on the path and decisions he had chosen. Neatly folded the paper in his bag , and slept slightly for the first time in a week.