"Your Highness!" shouted Sir Roxton, as he bustled through the halls of the palace. The Queen was walking to the dining room, when she snapped her head back to see who had, so frantically, called her. She turned to find John Roxton being held back by the palace guards.
"Let him be! Do you not recognise an aristocrat when you see one?" demanded the Queen.
Sir Roxton had been in the palace enough times for the guards to know his status. He was, after all, the descendant of one of the richest families in the Dales.
"What seems to be the problem, John?" asked Queen Annabelle, after the guards had released him.
"The skies have been thrown out of balance." he said.
"Which corner?" asked the Queen, as worry overtook her beautiful features.
"Winston Dale. I'm afraid we'll need the glass slippers, Your Highness."
"We'll never make it out alive, John. I'm sorry, but I cannot risk the lives of all the people of the Dales."
"If you don't mind my asking, where are the slippers?"
"A place where you'll never find them!" interrupted a rather ugly woman dressed in black that Annabelle couldn't recognise.
Worry once again covered her features as she realised that the woman was, indeed, the descendant of the stepsister of Cinderella. And since Annabelle was the granddaughter of Cinderella, the glass slippers had been entrusted to her. But now, she had failed in her task, and the beautiful skies of the Dales would never be the same again.
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In The Night Sky
FantasyThe skies have suddenly been unbalanced in the magical land of the Arinton Dales, but the only thing that can save the people of the Dales are the Glass Slippers which have been missing for over twenty years. Their last hope is a little girl named E...
