"If you believe in ever afters, in magic, in dreams come true, your life will be full of miracles. It will be anything but ordinary. All you need, is to have faith and open your eyes wider."
Often life isn't what it seems to be ....
Hazel Smith is...
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" Hazel ! We meet again !" said the girl, enthusiasm sparkling all over her face, as she took Hazel's hand in hers and pressed them affectionately.
Hazel blinked. Once, twice, thrice. Okay , what on god's earth was actually going on ?
"I don't understand. I just don't ...." Hazel said , clearly dazed.
The girl chuckled and said to her , " Oh , of course, you don't ! That's why I am here , to make you understand."
Hazel didn't know what to ask first . The perfect word for the state of her mind would be , blank. Not shocked , not confused either, just blank.
"Did I introduce myself ? My name is Cindy , descendant of Cinderella." she said, as she bowed down ,gracefully .
Descendant of whom ? Sleep was surely getting the better of her.
" Umm , what ?"
" Descendant of Cinderella." Cindy said, looking a bit perplexed, " Haven't you heard of her ? I was told that they had stories about her in your world. She is ..."
" I know who Cinderella is. But are you trying to say that you're her descendant ?"
" Yes, since I am not aware of any alternative meaning of that word."
Hazel did not utter a word.
" I'm sorry, but you are completely clueless, aren't you ?" Cindy asked.
" Yes." Hazel nodded.
Cindy chuckled. "Our realm is ruled by the union of four ; Sleeping Beauty the queen of prophecy ; Cinderella ,the queen of hope ; Snow White ,the queen of bravery and Beauty, of justice. Their descendants are known as the 'descendants de royal' or the sang royal, those with royal blood in their veins. My mother is the daughter of Cinderella and Prince Charming."
" The daughter ?" Hazel asked, disbelieving.
" Yes, one of the daughters. The Four have many children , so many that it's absolutely impossible to know all your first cousins." Cindy said.
" Wow !"
Cindy let out an amused laugh. "This is where all the descendants live, before setting out on their own paths in life . This is where they are educated and trained in warfare, battle strategy, arts and other skills required to lead a life fitting a royal. "
" Umm , Cindy do they train you to run here too ?"
" No." Cindy said, a smirk appearing on her face.
" You could definitely run in the Olympics and maybe, win a gold too."
" What are Olympics ?"
Hazel grinned. " Never mind."
" There is someone who awaits you eagerly."
"When did I become so important ?" Hazel wondered.
She followed Cindy into something resembling , a trophy room. The light of the torches made the items encased in glass glitter gold and silver. Huge portraits and tapestries hung from the dark walls.
" Cindy ! Is she here ?" The voice was beautiful, but at the same time , it made Hazel shudder.
The girl's gaze shifted from Cindy to Hazel.
Her pale skin shone with a distinct glow in the blackness and made her look like a porcelain doll. Her lips were of the hue of fresh blood, the colour of the reddest rose. Her black robes complemented her charcoal eyes, dark and intimidating. She looked powerful and beautiful.
" You are a descendant of Snow White ." Hazel said.
" I am Snowflake, the youngest daughter of Snow White , Hazel Smith ." she said in an icy voice, as her gaze pierced info Hazel.
" Nice to meet you." said Hazel, " Or so I guess" she thought.
