A Fiolee Fairytale

Chapter 5: The Twelve Dancing Princesses (aka the Worn out Dancing Shoes)

*Author's Note*

Guys!!! Thank you!!! Okay, FioleeFann, I'm very sorry, but I did ask beforehand, and since you didn't answer, I assumed it was okay with you. I am sorry if that is not the case. Okay, back to the Fiolee fluff, now with extra Amnesia-Marshall!

*Fionna's POV*
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Apparently, my ‘mother’ in this story is dead, (Why does this not surprise me?) and in her place, there are my eleven ‘sisters’- Lillian, Mariana, Naomi, Ondine, Penelope, Rowena, Sofia, Tiana, Valencia, Winifred, and Zinnia.

The ones I most paid attention to were Lillian and Zinnia, because the others just seemed to have one personality- annoying teenage girls always set on squeal-and-giggle mode. I know according to the story, I was supposed to be the oldest, but no. Lillian had enough trouble controlling them all with an iron grip, but she was very nice and motherly about it, and Zinnia was a dreamer who had started all this and caused the least trouble. The flashback mainly consisted of these poor princes being given wine laced with a sleeping potion, and, as is so often in fairy tales, losing their heads the next morning.

So when Amnesia-Marshall showed up, I tried to warn him. Penelope and Rowena held me down, and covered my mouth so he wouldn’t hear, and no matter how much I thrashed and fought, they hung on. “Hold still, Fionna, before Papa comes in!” Penelope hissed.
Oh, that’s right. Apparently, my character didn’t have a name, so I was able to keep my real name. It messes up whatever semi-alphabetical thing they’re going for, but I don’t really care.

“Why does he have to die for you to dance?!” I hissed as they finally set me free.
“If you’re not with us, you’re against us.” Ondine and Naomi said in unison.
“Do we have to tie you up and leave you here?” Tiana frowned.
“No! She’ll make enough noise that Papa comes running, and she’ll tell him everything!” Valencia contradicted.

“We should just leave her down there!” Mariana agreed.
“Wouldn’t that raise more suspicions? She just doesn’t want the poor man to die.” Winifred said, biting her lip.
“He made the choice to come here! He knew it was wrong! Now Fionna, are you coming with us, or do we have to make sure you keep quiet?” Sofia asked, glaring at me.
“There will be no threats! Fionna, you can come with us now, or give up the dancing forever. Would you condemn one of your sisters to marry a total stranger?” Lillian asked.
“I-I… no, Lillian.” I sighed. I don’t want any of them near my Marshall! Erm… Amnesia-Marshall…

“Then come with us.” Zinnia suggested. “He knew what was coming. You could say it was a suicide mission.”
I nodded miserably, and got dressed up, just like the rest of them, in the plainest gown I could find.
Lillian sighed as we opened the secret passage. “You’re right though, Fionna. He could have done better things with his life.” Then we followed her down silently, me in the back. We soon came to a walkway lined with silver and gold trees, and I heard a loud crack behind me.

“That’s odd.” Zinnia said, right in front of me. “One of the branches broke.”
“It must be because we’re setting our princes free soon!” Tiana giggled excitedly.
I frowned. “There must be a reason they were imprisoned! And I don’t care about some prince who lives down here!”
“Ohhhh. Now I see it!” Rowena smirked.
“She’s fallen for the guy upstairs!” Valencia added.

I crossed my arms defensively. “Maybe.”
Lillian shot the other girls a look, and we continued on. There were two more avenues- gold, and diamonds, and both times, a branch broke off. Finally, we got to a small marble path- across a freaking lake! At least there were no boats for us to ride in for one-on-one time with the princes. I shuddered at the thought, and Zinnia turned. “What’s wrong?”