Manhattan was a huge place.
After what happened in the pub, Scarlet and Trent were a lot more careful on their actions, especially Trent who just found out hiw to use his telekinetic gift.
"Will you stop that?" Scarlet said in annoyance, glaring at Trent who was making Scarlet's hair levitate.
"You're such a buzzkill" Trent teased.
They went to Plaza Hotel where they hope Cinderella is, and hopefully the glass slipper.
On the way there Trent opened up the subject about what Shenzi said to them back in the pub.
"So, who's this boss,those hyenas were talking?" Trent asked.
"I don't know, it maybe anyone" Scarlet answered. "Not all you see in movie adaptations of the books are true. Some hereoes are just as twisted as the villains".
"When Shenzi said you found me, she was saying like there's more like me, a Silvertongue out there?"
Scarlet nodded.
"I have seen other Silvertongue's, but there power is nothing compared to a Grimm" Scarlet said.
"Are there other Grimm's?"
She shook her head. "You're the scion, you'rs the last Silvertongue in your bloodline".
Trent lowered his head, kicking pebbles aside. It was a lot to be carried alone.
"The wolf in my dream, Garrett. Do you know him?" Trent asked.
"Yes" Scarlet nodded. "He's the son of the original Big Bad Wolf, in the story".
"We're here" Scarlet said, glancing at ther map for a second look.
The Plaza was just as luxorious as Trent saw in television. From it's marble collums, polished doors, and breath taking atmosphere. It can make you never want to leave.
"What's going on there?" Trent said, looking over to the mob of people gatbered in frond of the hotel.
Mostof them were paparazzi's and TV reporters, all grouped together in one place. Trent thought there might be a politician or someone important out there.
The two of them walked towards the flock and asked one what's going on.
"Excuse me, what's going on?" Scarlet asked a man holding a camera.
"It's her of course!" he said excitingly, he was shaking.
"I'm sorry, I don't follow" Scarlet said. "Who?"
The man looked at her offended.
"Oh my god, shame on you" he said. "How can you not know her. She is just the most succesful shoe connoiseur of this generation. She is bold, she is fierce, she is Ella!" he finished, emphasizing the last phrases with jazz hands.
"Ella." Trent thought.
"Ella Saunders?" Trent said to the man.
The man's cheeky smile returned.
"Finally, someone who knows" he clapped his hands.
"Shame on you" he pointed at Scarlet and left.
Moments later a black limo pulled up in front of the hotel. The paparazzi's all linned the sides, behing a velvet rope. A red cafpet was unfolded up to the hotel's lobby. Two huge men, stepped out first of the limo and went on maintaining control of the crowd.
A few seconds later, a lady in a sky blue gown stepped out of the limo. She was gorgeous, though she was wearing too much make-up
Her blonde hair dangled behing her like golden waterfalls, her face was regal, her physique was to be envied, and to top that off her shoes were made out of glass—no, diamonds! It must've cost her a fortune...or it's something else.
"That couldn't be her" Scarlet said, jaw dropped.
But the roars of the crowd definitely answered it for them.
"I think she's our Cinderella".
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The Grimm Book: Scion
Teen FictionTrent found the book. All he needs to do is return everyone in it. But how? The characters had been in our world for so long, they had taken different identities. Now that he found the book, he must find six items to return everyone back, and bring...
