|BOOK 2|
Once upon a time in a far away land, there lived a beautiful girl called Cinderella whose life is said to be ruined by her cruel step family, her step mother and her stepsisters. Anastasia and Drizzella.
She was kind, loving, beautiful, tal...
The dictionary says, the definition of friend is someone who is on your side, a person that you are fond of and always rely on.
I have read of that word in books, stories and seen people like that, many times from afar like a spectator or an audience.
But, believing that I could experience that relationship someday too, was no no for me... I have completely given up on that relationship as I had gone through my childhood years, being born as a villainess kid despised by all the other kids.
Though things changed after I befriended, Zeno when I was young and became on good terms with Farala, Princess Sofia and Felix in the mean time, there was never a time I genuinly trusted them nor believed would always be there for me.. And Bluebeard.. wasn't any special to this condition.
And, that's why I have many aquaintances but, no 'friends'.
But, even then.. I remember a time when I truly considered a certain person as my only true friend once..
Lancy Decima Moirai ... Was her name.
My childhood friend who I had known of even before I had even met Zeno-kun.
With long raven hair that flowed like the big bland night sky. Tender pale lotus white skin, Cute cherry lips, dark eyelashes fluttering like butterflies behind her beautiful lanvender colored eyes.. she was definitely a great mysterious beauty. Though she was just four years old like me, then...
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(Lancy Decima Moirai- four year old)
The kids from my neighborhood were very much frightened of me. And, no one ever even invites me to play with them when I look at all the other kids playing ball catch with longing eyes.
And, I as a little four year old, had so much trouble controlling my misbehaving monsterous thread magic.
It was right around this time, when I first found Lancy sitting alone beside our gardern pond with a very depressed face.
At first, when I called out to the kid, she was extremely surprised that I could even see her. And, it was only then, did I conform her identity that she wasn't a normal girl at all but, was a living ghost that hadn't been sent to the other world.
As a kid, Lancy was my everything.
I shared all my things with her, tried reading, The Grim's fairytale's and continued upsetting my mother who only looked at me talking with empty space and not Lancy's spirit form.
At that time, I remember my relationship with my mother was extremely fine and loving and so was it with new born baby sister, Drizzella a few years before Cinderella even came to my home.
