“Once Upon a Glass Chandelier…”
by: Katelyn Beeler
P.O.V: 3rd Person
Once upon a time, there was a wonderful prince living in a castle with his step father, the king. Every day the prince would look out the window, to the farm not too far in the distance. Using his telescope, that was also used to chart constellations, he would always try to see the fair maiden Cinderella feeding their black lab, Lady. He wanted to marry her someday. She was so full of ‘potential’—she would do all sorts of work; he was ALSO one of those hard-working, adventurous types.
One day the king was walking around in the woods after he had had a fight with his stepson. He had run into a pixie, which had gotten terribly angry at him, and threatened him never to do it again. She had hardly realized that the person to whom she was speaking was the king. She almost screamed.
“Why, it’s the king! Terribly sorry!” she replied. She was granted with the gift of seeing the past, and realized that the king was VERY upset. “You know, I could help you with the prince…” she started, slowly. This caught the king’s attention very quickly. “You would…?” the king asked, surprised. “Yes”, the pixie said. “But you shall have to do it yourself, and fetch me his crown, you will. And in turn I shall grant you with immortality. Remember this—You shall NOT ask for help, unless, it is by your royal heritage…(Meaning: any of his relatives from his family line.)” The king though, was delighted. This will get rid of that troublesome stepson, to which I do not know why anyone would call him a prince! He thought. The stepsisters of Cinderella, though, had heard EVERY bit of their conversation…
Cinderella had heard that there was to be a feast at the castle tonight. She just had ONE, itsy-bitsy problem… She couldn’t find a dress to wear. “Oh… What to pick…” Cinderella mused. She then spotted a LOVELY gold, sparkling dress. She then put it on. “Oh! Wonderful!”
The stepsisters, who were outside at the time, almost made it out of the woods, before the pixie spotted them, and knew—through her visions—what they had done. She then turned them into sparrows. The two sparrows then flew away to find their good stepsister, Cinderella.
Cinderella, who was in her room, wondered what the meaning of life was, anyways. Before she had time to answer herself, the two sparrow-turned stepsisters appeared at her window. They whistle and chirped, and before long, Cinderella heard them. “Oh, who’s this?” She had experience with talking to certain animals, so she clearly understood them. Realizing the situation at hand, she went out to find the pixie. However, she was unable to find the pixie, so she started to ask the villagers around the market square if they had seen the pixie themselves.
One of the marketers was delighted to see a familiar face. “Oh! Cinderella! What a lovely dress you have on tonight!” Cinderella nodded. “Thank you. It’s made from the finest silk in the entire kingdom. It was a gift from my father…” (Nobody knows, but she’s ACTUALLY “bragging”!) The bread marketer smiled. “And what a beautiful one it is at that!” Cinderella was warned when she saw two sparrows wave at her from a fruit stand, and shooed away by a man marketer there. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry, but I have time expired. Do tell me, have you seen a pixie around?” The woman pouted. “Yes, I have.” She then pointed at the castle. “She went there. I hear everyone from EVERY kingdom is going there to celebrate the prince’s coronation.” Before she had time to wave good bye, Cinderella was gone.
Cinderella went into the castle SO FAST, that people hardly recognized her, till she stopped when she saw the pixie with the king. She rushed over to where they were, but she was pulled over by the royal mail boy, who was hiding in the draperies. “Shhhh!” he said. “You don’t want THEM to hear.” He pointed at everyone in the ballroom. Cinderella glared. “I DO say! Why did you pull me over here like that?” The mail boy looked serious. “You don’t want to mess with that pixie.” He said. “I’ve seen her do some crude things.” He emphasized crude. Was she really so bad? “I’m warning you.” He said finally. “Don’t meddle around with her.” He walked away, leaving Cinderella wondering, thoughtfully. I wonder…she thought for a second, before rushing to get to the pixie.
by: Katelyn Beeler
P.O.V: 3rd Person
Once upon a time, there was a wonderful prince living in a castle with his step father, the king. Every day the prince would look out the window, to the farm not too far in the distance. Using his telescope, that was also used to chart constellations, he would always try to see the fair maiden Cinderella feeding their black lab, Lady. He wanted to marry her someday. She was so full of ‘potential’—she would do all sorts of work; he was ALSO one of those hard-working, adventurous types.
One day the king was walking around in the woods after he had had a fight with his stepson. He had run into a pixie, which had gotten terribly angry at him, and threatened him never to do it again. She had hardly realized that the person to whom she was speaking was the king. She almost screamed.
“Why, it’s the king! Terribly sorry!” she replied. She was granted with the gift of seeing the past, and realized that the king was VERY upset. “You know, I could help you with the prince…” she started, slowly. This caught the king’s attention very quickly. “You would…?” the king asked, surprised. “Yes”, the pixie said. “But you shall have to do it yourself, and fetch me his crown, you will. And in turn I shall grant you with immortality. Remember this—You shall NOT ask for help, unless, it is by your royal heritage…(Meaning: any of his relatives from his family line.)” The king though, was delighted. This will get rid of that troublesome stepson, to which I do not know why anyone would call him a prince! He thought. The stepsisters of Cinderella, though, had heard EVERY bit of their conversation…
Cinderella had heard that there was to be a feast at the castle tonight. She just had ONE, itsy-bitsy problem… She couldn’t find a dress to wear. “Oh… What to pick…” Cinderella mused. She then spotted a LOVELY gold, sparkling dress. She then put it on. “Oh! Wonderful!”
The stepsisters, who were outside at the time, almost made it out of the woods, before the pixie spotted them, and knew—through her visions—what they had done. She then turned them into sparrows. The two sparrows then flew away to find their good stepsister, Cinderella.
Cinderella, who was in her room, wondered what the meaning of life was, anyways. Before she had time to answer herself, the two sparrow-turned stepsisters appeared at her window. They whistle and chirped, and before long, Cinderella heard them. “Oh, who’s this?” She had experience with talking to certain animals, so she clearly understood them. Realizing the situation at hand, she went out to find the pixie. However, she was unable to find the pixie, so she started to ask the villagers around the market square if they had seen the pixie themselves.
One of the marketers was delighted to see a familiar face. “Oh! Cinderella! What a lovely dress you have on tonight!” Cinderella nodded. “Thank you. It’s made from the finest silk in the entire kingdom. It was a gift from my father…” (Nobody knows, but she’s ACTUALLY “bragging”!) The bread marketer smiled. “And what a beautiful one it is at that!” Cinderella was warned when she saw two sparrows wave at her from a fruit stand, and shooed away by a man marketer there. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry, but I have time expired. Do tell me, have you seen a pixie around?” The woman pouted. “Yes, I have.” She then pointed at the castle. “She went there. I hear everyone from EVERY kingdom is going there to celebrate the prince’s coronation.” Before she had time to wave good bye, Cinderella was gone.
Cinderella went into the castle SO FAST, that people hardly recognized her, till she stopped when she saw the pixie with the king. She rushed over to where they were, but she was pulled over by the royal mail boy, who was hiding in the draperies. “Shhhh!” he said. “You don’t want THEM to hear.” He pointed at everyone in the ballroom. Cinderella glared. “I DO say! Why did you pull me over here like that?” The mail boy looked serious. “You don’t want to mess with that pixie.” He said. “I’ve seen her do some crude things.” He emphasized crude. Was she really so bad? “I’m warning you.” He said finally. “Don’t meddle around with her.” He walked away, leaving Cinderella wondering, thoughtfully. I wonder…she thought for a second, before rushing to get to the pixie.