CHAPTER 0 -- Information

Main female leads:

- Cinderella (18 years old)

- Thea (18 years old)

- Fairy Godmother (Around 60 - 70 years old)

Main male leads:

- Prince Charming (18 years old)

- Ronan (19 years old)

The plot is mostly based on the original plot from the movie Cinderella (1950 film).

TW:

Blood, torturing, swearing, etc.

Thank you! Enjoy reading.

CHAPTER 1 -- Perfect

"Thea! Thea!" The chanting of the overly-excited students rang through the school halls, as Thea walked up the steps to retrieve her certificate for being the top student in her year, again. Her smile was radiant as she practically jumped with joy. Maybe, she thought, maybe this will be enough to make grandma happy. As she sat back down with her certificate in her small hands, her best friend immediately squashed her into a hug. "I can't believe you, Thea. You're like- insane!" Ella squealed with genuine happiness for her best friend. As Thea squeezed Ella back, she smiled, though the smile was slightly dimmed, just by the mere thought of meeting her grandma again. As the last day of school ended, Ella and Thea walked back home together. While Ella was gushing on about some new boy in their class, Thea was only listening half-heartedly, looking down at the certificate in her hands. What was the point of celebrating something she achieved? It wasn't like grandma cared anyways. 

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EIGHT YEARS LATER

It was almost irritating now, with how her classmates never seemed to get tired of screaming her name when she walked up the stage to receive the certificate. All of the certificates she had received along the years had basically piled up on her desk, but she never spared it a glance, because it reminded her of the bitter words grandma had told her. "Being smart doesn't make you an interesting person to be around, Thea." Without noticing, Thea had crumpled the worthless piece of paper in her hands, making her classmates gape at her. No one really blamed her for her behaviour though, since everyone apparently believed that if you didn't have parents, that meant you'd be a bit different? Maybe that was what she and Ella had bonded over with. Ella had a hard time at home, with a sick mother and a neglectful father. She wondered how her best friend was living now. It had been a long time since they met, but she was sure Ella was still crushing over some boy at her school. 

Her brain was hurting. Maybe it was because she spent too much time on practicing spells and all sorts of magic, or maybe it was because she was thinking about who she was, again. Thea never really got over what her grandmother had said. It felt pathetic, really, to have someone who you had been admiring for so long, to criticise you and claim that you have no personality. What did her classmates think about her? A smart know-it-all? No one ever called her funny, or pretty, or anything at all. People did praise her for being talented at whatever she did, but it wasn't talent. It was hard work. Years of studying and polishing her skills in desperation to make her grandmother love her. As she morphed yet another apple into a little mouse, she plopped onto the lush green grass, groaning in frustration. What was she doing with her life? As she was planning to get back up to practice her magic, she heard a horse neighing loudly in a distant.

Pushing past the bushes, she walked into a clearing, where a horse with a leg caught in a bear trap, was standing. There was someone, a boy with his back facing her, calming trying to disentangle the horse's foot from the trap. "That won't do anything, you know." Thea said dryly, walking closer. "Those traps are cursed with magic - it's supposed to be impossible for bears to break free from the trap." She kneeled down next to the boy, and tipped her head to a side to look at his face. Brown eyes, black hair, with a sharp and defined face. "Like what you see?" The boy asked, raising his eyebrows. "That only works in books." Thea replied, turning back to the horse's leg when she heard it whine in distress. "You don't recognise me?" The boy pressed on, leaning closer. She moved away, snorting. "To be honest, I'm surprised the crown prince is alone, I thought there'd be plenty of servants around to help you, your highness." The prince didn't reply, his eyes fixated on her fingers quickly dissembling the spell in the trap. After a while, he finally spoke. "Well, I do need some time to myself too."

(To be continued)