Cinderella

Skinny and weak was she, poor and looked down on; a swan in a family of vultures. While the rich lived their lives daily, in luxury and satisfaction, they were the predators and those like her, the prey. She was always on a journey, this time she finally looked back and saw a huntsmen following her trail. Each feather he picked she felt a spark but never stopped to make him go back. When winter finally came all was revealed. A swan spreading it's wings, the huntsman's finger on the trigger and a three-headed dog making it's move. What else could possibly go wrong? Magic.