Cinderella: ~The Oldest StepSister ~

Cinderella: ~The Oldest StepSister ~

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It was a dark and stormy night when the wooden door creaked, making me and my brothers scream. "What's wrong boys? Why are you not sleeping in your sleeping chambers?". Our mother asked, looking like a doll with her baby pink coloured silk night gown, her rose cheeks and gold like hair. "Mother!". Said my oldest startled brother, Titus "We were spending time by sharing scary stories since we could not sleep". Mumbled my second oldest brother, Chester. 'Looks like waking up in the middle of the night and sharing scary stories was not a good idea'. "Oh mother! please do not be mad, we were just trying to have fun!". I exclaimed. The youngest brother, Arthur. "Of course not my boys, I could never be mad at my babies". Our mother explained with a ghost of a smile on her pretty face. Our mother took a book or a 'diary' out the little shelf sitting opposed to our couch& takes a seat in a rocky chair that is sitting on the corner of the fire place. "Would you like to hear a story from me?". She asked. Before any of my brothers could say I exclaimed eagerly. "yes, please!". Some coughs came out of my oldest brother, Titus. I frown. "Well it better not be some sappy old romance". He said. "Its might had some but its mostly about me & your aunts adventures". She explained with amusement dancing in her chocolate brown eyes meanwhile Titus smile sheepishly. "You never told us about our aunts, mother". Chester stated while curiously sitting down as well as me & Titus "Well I believed its time you know about my step sisters". She said with a sigh while a sad smile appeared on her face. She stared one last time at us as she popped her hands on the book, opening it with gentle hands she started "Once upon a time there lived three step sisters....." 'We have aunts?....oh what a joy!'.... I thought quietly.
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Once upon a time lived a little princess, she was loved greatly by the King and Queen, her doting parents. The little princess was once so happy. Until, the day her life was forever changed. Murdered. Killed. Gone. Her parents, the King and Queen, were ruthlessly taken away from the young Princess. The Princess could hear the footsteps of one of the enemies coming closer to her, she could smell his minty scent and finally she could feel his fingertips griping her chin, he was raising her eyes to meet his. The young Princess could not bring herself to speak and fought to catch a breath as she feared her life would be taken next. She was prepared to join her parents in the afterlife she had heard so much about in church. When she met his steel gray eyes, she noticed they were both cold and magnetic. She challenged him with her glare and showed him no fear. Afterall, he was the one behind the mask. He made the young princess a promise that day, as he stared at her with amusement. "I will come back for you." He spoke so deeply and almost sounded as if he were a king himself. At his promise, the Princess shivered and turned her head away. When the young Princess, heard the slamming of the door she could no longer keep in her screams and tears. Her tear drops mixed in with the bloody floor beneath her. Legend says, the young Princess made a promise to her parents that day, she would conquer and claim the lives of the men that did this. She would bring them to their knees and leave them on the floor bleeding out, as they had left her parents. Vengeance. She thought to herself. Such a beautiful word.

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