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Once upon a time, a little way ahead of our time, in a world far from ours. A world quite similar to ours in some ways. There lived a ravishing young girl named Fire. Fire lived at home with her stepmother and sisters. After her mother died in a gang bashing in an ally, her father remarried to a rich baroness to help support Fire. After 3 years of this marriage her father left in an army barracks and dies in the war against the ice planet of Artemus. She was then left in the care of her stepfamily.
Her stepmother Morena cunning even in her age, decided to use Fire to her advantage. She used her as a slave girl, making Fire do all the jobs around the house, as well as cleaning and cooking like a slave around the household.
Fire had hair that was a stunning midnight black like her deceased mothers, and with vibrant ruby red streaks that grew naturally, her hair was not unique but she was one of the only ones whose hair grew like that, others dyed it that way. She had a slender figure with clashing green sparkling eyes.

Early one morning Fire awoke with a jolt in a cold sweat. Her dream had been so realistic! But had it been a dream? She couldn't tell. As she tried to grab the dreams detailed the slowly trickled away like water in a cupped hand, until only one thing stayed fresh in her mind was the fact that she had just witnessed her fathers death in the Artemis battlefield.
She hurriedly ran around her room gathering her stuff quietly to avoid her stepmother’s rage if she woke her. Once her sleek hair was brushed and she was clothed she gathered her schoolbooks into her small, second hand backpack.
She softly ran down the carpeted stairs, backpack swung over one shoulder; she quickly dropped it on the kitchen chair and raced around preparing lunches for herself and sisters. The ticking of two alarm clocks notified her of her sisters awakening. She raced up the stars, jumping over the creaking ones into her sister’s rooms.
She walked along to Elonore's cupboard and pulled out her uniform and did the same for Sasha. At her school they wore a denim short skirt and a long sleeved blue and white shirt finished with a white tie, on the back it has two wings etched into it and the words ‘knowledge can take us anywhere’. She laid the uniforms on her sister’s beds wile they put on layers of makeup. She found their shoes and back packs and filled their books into them and took them downstairs to pack their lunches.

Once at school Sasha and Elonore tripped her as they parted to their separate crowds of popular people, and left here to felt her fallen books. Roxas and Inca were sitting on the chrome handrail next the main doors to the school. Roxas was tall with spiky white blond hair well kept, with harsh black eyes and a good sense of style, Inca was around 5 foot 8 with short bouncy ruby red hair and cunning yellow eyes and slitted pupils with soft beautiful slightly tanned skin. Fire knelt on the ground trying to gather all her books when Church walked up to her.
As in all schools there is one popular guy, a guy all the chicks dream about, in this school, it is Church. An attractive young boy with short hair styled with the back of his hair short with a long fringe. His smooth glistening hair shone black with a slight tint of blue, and vibrant blue eyes. He stood tall at 6 foot and held himself well, with pride and style. All the guys looked up to him and all the girls’ just plain looked at him! His kind heartiness and blunt honesty gave him his great reputation.
Church was standing beside her and knelt down to help her gather her stuff. She turned to look at him, thinking Roxas had came and helped her, she looked into those radiant blue, glistening eyes, and that sweet passionate smile, she suddenly felt dizzy but caught herself before it showed. She averted her gaze in fear of making a bigger fool of herself and quietly thanked him with a tiny blush and took her books and hastily walked away towards Roxas and Inca.

The rest of the week her mind barely left her thoughts of Church, no-one at the entire school had ever been so kind, no-one except Roxas and Inca that is. And his smile! Every time she closed her eyes his image was burning in her mind, the caring graceful, passionate smile, and those deep meaningful eyes. Everything about him entranced her. She felt as though in those eyes she could sink in its depths and never return. This memory kept her going threw her entire week with a smile. For some reason her stepsisters doubled in nastiness.
And although she thought it was impossible there were starting to do really cruel things. One day they went so far as to get her whipped by Morena. At midnight that night she sneaked out for the first time in her life, just to get away and see her parents.
She cried and cried next to their graves, her shirt still tattered from whip marks. She cried in fear of there actions, and pain from them too, she cried for her mother, and her father, she cried for her fate, the loss and acknowledgment of the nothingness she feared to become. She prayed to them for a guide, for something to help, anything to get her away from her predicament. A soft encouraging breeze softly played along her face, encouraging her, as though it was her mother wiping away her fear.  And than the pain in her back seemed to reach its breaking point. The girl doubled over and curled up as her skin felt as though it was being burnt together with a hot iron, then the pain diminished to nothingness, but a cool breeze that still played along her skin. She reached around to find her back completely healed.
Bewildered she slowly walked out of the graveyard back along the road towards the mansion she called home. He turned over the night’s events in her mind starting from the whipping, which mad her run away to her parents, were she was miraculously healed. She tried to work out why such things were happening to her right up until she found herself about to knock on the front door of her house, ‘no am I crazy they'll kill me if they found out I was gone,’ she thought quickly so she quickly ran towards the big oak tree along the side of the house, trying to avoid unwanted gazes in her paranoia. She jumped up the tree with familiarity and agility.  Until her was just outside her window. She slipped into the window. She took off her tatted shirt to wipe off the dried blood sticking to her skin still, then changed into her pyjama’s and slipped into bed, within seconds the relaxation and comfort of her bed hit her she swept her into dreams of magic and creatures only one could see when dreaming.

The next day at school, as soon as she walked into the school doors a massive crowd of girls in her grade were crowded around noticeboard with ecstatic expressions. She tried to get through, but so many were as well it was impossible to get close to it, so she walked away hoping to find out what it was later on in the day.
She caught up with Inca in her biology class. They were doing practical work and everyone was screaming and talking loud. “Do you know why everyone was crowded around the notices this morning?” Fire asked absentmindedly poking her greasy brown mogville with the knife.
“Ew watch what your doing Fire!” Inca whispered, after a pause “there’s a prom held for our year in two weeks, I got here early and saw it, girls have to wear dresses and guys suit and tie. It’s a masquerade party so you have to wear a mask, and small things are allowed to wear anything... You going to go?” she asked now absentmindedly poking her own mogville.
“Maybe, I think I might actually try,” she said distractingly.

A week before the ball she had a dream, such a realistic dream. She was flying across Drano feathered wings playfully carrying her across the sky. She wore a dazzling white dress, the fairest she had ever seen I wish I could wear this to the prom she thought, and then she was there, in the gardens of the palace, were they held the prom each year. She looked beautiful but suddenly everything changed, Church was walking towards her staring into her eyes, it was midnight, every step he took towards her something would happen, the fist chime, first step, her hair fell out of its elegant bun, closer he walked completely dazed by her beauty. The second chime, her wings turned into feathers and fell to the ground. Faster the chimes came the faster he walked, the faster she changed until she was running in nothing but a tatty black dress her step mother tried to give her to wear. And then she fell, fell so fast so long, and she was wingless, until she landed in her bed and sat up so fast she toppled out of her bed. Covered in feathers? She looked around on the ground, it was covered in feathers, and so was her bed. And on the ground next to her bed was the elegant glass high heals she was wearing in her dream. How could this be? It was a dream, but... but... her mind was spinning so fast she couldn't see, until she fainted and landed hard on the ground.

An hour later she stirred, still laying on the cold ground of her room. A small bruise above her right eye were she'd hit the ground. She looked around and saw the glass shoes at the end of her bed. She jumped up with a quick head spin from the sudden change in position, and massive cramps in her body from the hard ground. She picked up the surprisingly light shoes and hid them under a loose floorboard in her cupboard, not knowing what else to do with them. She started putting the feathers safe in an empty draw. But why were there feathers on her bed? The dream couldn't have been real, could it? The prom wasn't for another 5 days.

That night fire sat in her room just staring at the loose floorboard and the draw with the feathers, turning over the one thought, how could it be real? How could it have happened without her leaving her bed? At 7:59 she switched off her alarm clock and started to get ready for Monday morning. Slowly she dressed herself, brushed her hair, all her usual stuff but still staring thinking. Why, what?  Eventually she made her way downstairs to make lunches.

She arrived at school an hour later. Gazing at the sky, she could almost see herself flying in the clouds, in that long luxurious wings and the sparkling white gown. She closed her eyes in reminiscence, when she came to an abrupt stop, so much so she was falling backwards. A swift and strong hand grabbed her wrist wile the other swept behind her and steadied her back.
All had happened s fast she'd closed her eyes during the fall, they were still clenched shut even though she was steady. She cautiously opened one eye to see Church leaning over her, one hand around her waist rested on her back and the other tenderly holding her wrist, she'd walked straight into him. With a delayed reaction, she opened the other eye, when he started to stand straight, Fire still in his arms, she realized he was basically holding her without any support from her. She jumped to her feet, glowing bright red. Hastily apologizing she glanced at his face briefly, which was wild with confusion and...  Something else, the look she had when she thought of him. She smiled back and slowly walked passed him to find Roxas and Inca. Once safely away from Church's view she sprinted to the back of the oval were Roxas and Inca usually were.
She decided on the run there that she would tell them about the dream, and planed to conveniently forget about her embarrassing encounter with Church and the parts of her dream concerning him. Once shed arrived, she hurriedly raced and told them about her dream and the shoes and feathers and that she'd had previous dreams, but never so real.
Once she was done, Roxas was looking at her dumb founded. Not in shock but utter confusion, she couldn't help but laugh. She turned to Inca to see her mind racing at once, she should have know, if anyone Inca would know the answer. “Seems to me... You posses some magical ability. A trait usually passed down from mother to daughter, most magic is passed down like that, like if a guy gets it its usually from his father, opposite for girls, you know, mother daughter thing. I think there is a book of it in the library with more details, we could go there at lunch if you want.”

At lunch they met outside the library. Once all three had arrived they went inside. The library was a massive room the size of a cathedral, with large windows along one side of it showing the oval outside and the cityscape beyond. The book shelves were lined along in rows with the occasional gap were tables and chairs were set for the students to study. The bookshelves were around ten feet high, a holographic list was set on ends of the columns, the basic idea was you chose the book you needed and it would be transported to a stand around a meter high next to the list. It was all in all quite ancient and delicate.
They walked to the history section, Inca walked to it with extreme familiarity and quickly scrolled down the list until she came to a stop at a book called magical history. It appeared on the shelf beside the holographic directory. Inca lead the way to a small deserted table at the other side of the library.
She placed the dusty old book on the table and opened it. She whispered to the pages “magical, women, abilities.” a small barely audible cool female voice came through the pages.

“Magical women throughout the ages have been regarded with great fear for there unique abilities which often included many random and unaccountable circumstances, one most often found was during dreams, seeing the past or future was common in these magical women but only in symbolic means, sometimes the meaning was clear but somewhat distorted due to the mix of magical and mortal dreaming. Many could merely hold and image in there head of a change they wanted and would be able to change that of what was in front of them for a small period of time, usually only a couple of hours.
The power of female magical subjects or mages, were known for being more defined and controlled than the abilities of the male counterparts, with there ability of concentration and self control was assumed to be the reason for their success.
This is all that is known on this subject.”

Inca bent over the book and said in a clear strong voice, “done” and the book disappeared, back to its place on the shelf it came from. Then she turned to Fire, a look of utmost concern of her face. Now fire had to face the idea that she was a magical being, magic flowed through her veins, but it did her mother too.

Friday morning her stepmother told her that she was going to a get-together that night. So she decided to take the chance and go to the ball. She was going to try and make a new dress, the dress in her dream. With a massive knot in her stomach she remembered about not having a date, she decided to ask her stepsisters about it.
While she was helping gather their school stuff she casually asked whom they were going to the prom with.
“Well were not going with anyone, they decided it was best we chose partners there.” Sasha said tartly, “but of corse ill be spending the night with, Church,” she finished with a sigh.
“Oh OK.” she added with a small smile for herself, she wouldn't be the only one going without a date, everyone was. She left the room as her two stepsisters began to fight over who had a better chance with Church.

That night she had to help Sasha and Elonore get ready for the prom. She brushed Sasha's hair as she applied her makeup, then went to Elonore and helped her tighten her corset. She helped them both until they stood beside each other identical, beside that Sasha wore a light powder pink dress, and Elonore a baby blue dress.
She carried their dresses to the limousine that was parked out the front as they mocked her about not coming. Once they had departed she ran upstairs to her room she was the only one left in the house. She pulled out an old baggy dress that Morena had tried to get her to wear once and laid it on her bed.
“ Bibbity bobity boo,” she mocked as she tapped the dress, “do I have a spell for you, transform this mess, into a dress, don't make it bland, make it grand, make it shimmer, make it gleam, make the richest dresses green!” she taunted mockingly with a hearty laugh. Throughout the week she'd had the dream over and over again, only without the feathers and shoes, it was like a message.
In a heartbeat her hands were shaking as she placed them on the ugly dress. She closed her eyes and the image of the outfit sprung straight there as it did Every time she closed her eyes. She concentrated until a small chill came over her. She opened her eyes still thinking of the dress, as a small shimmer grew over the dress, small at first, then larger. It grew, enhancing the dress as it went. Within a minute of this consistent change it was over, not only had the sparkling white dress appeared the feathers from her draw were slowly floating out and placing them selves into a beautiful pair of snow-white wings and a small mask and a small tiara.
A shocked laugh escaped her mouth. After a moments pause she regained her composure and stripped off her clothes and slipped on the gown. A fabric softer than silk glided over her skin, sending a cool comfort over her she smiled at the touch.  It was a sleeveless dress, from above the shoulder blades; on the dress the feathers were gathered to form small perfect wings. She turned to the draws were the feathers had come from and pulled out her mothers old gloves, still shimmering with golden beauty. She slipped them over her hands, and just like the dress slid on, softer than silk, ‘magical’. She smiled to herself and turned to the tiara to examine it she lifted it to her head and slipped it through her silky hair. She stepped toward the mirror to look at the delicate tiara set on top of her hair to see it fade to nothing but a fine dust.
Suddenly it seemed as though someone was standing behind her, still looking into the mirror she saw her hair lift itself and start to style neatly, slowly at first than faster. By the end she was looking at the most elegant bun she had ever seen, the back was looped tight and strong with two strands of red fallen on her face. She race to her cupboard and lifted the loose floorboard and pulled out her glass shoes. Carefully she slipped them over her feet praying they would fit. They fit her foot exactly to the millimetre. “Magic.” she whispered. She ran to her bed and lifted the mask to her face.

This is terrible Church though irritably. Ever since he had walked through the doors girls were asking him to dance. The most annoying of all was when Sasha and Elonore had arrived; they literally threw themselves at him. Before turning on each other and arguing. He made a break from them as quickly as possible.
Where was Fire? Lately he had a fascination with her, she was so quite, so beautiful. He pitied her though; she had to put up with Sasha and Elonore every day. I hope she makes it he thought absentmindedly. He made his way slowly to the front doors just before they opened to show the most beautiful girl in the entire palace. She wore a long white gown that ran behind her without getting the smallest hint of dirt on it. She wore glistening white-feathered wings on her sleeveless gown that seemed like small angel wings. Her black hair was so elegant red streaked she seemed, almost familiar. Her gloves were white with the smallest him of gold in the light that shone on the entrance of the palace. He seemed transfixed her sparkling green eyes behind her white sequined mask met his before they looked away, as though she hadn't seen him. She seemed so familiar. He reluctantly tore his gaze from her he saw he wasn't the only one looking; the majority of the room had stopped to look at her.

Once Fire had entered she was staring right into the sparkling blue eyes of Church, surrounded by a plan black mask. He was wearing an extremely attractive black-blue suit, his dark black-blue hair shimmering in the light. He seemed to be the only person in the entire room staring straight into her eyes. She broke her gaze as quick as possible to notice the palace room was full, so graceful and massive with tinted windows along the front and the side leading to the garden.
When she looked at the rest of the people in the room it seemed as thought most of them were staring at her. She blushed slightly, but the magic around her seemed to keep her from making a fool of herself. Slowly she took the first step down the stairs, to see all eyes following her every movement. She looked down to her feet and stepped down the remainder of the steps, trying to avoid as much attention as possible. Once she was on the floor, slowly everyone looked away.
She looked around, trying to avoid Church; she always seemed to make a fool of herself when he was around. She couldn't see Roxas or Inca anywhere. She made her was to the garden to look for her friends in there. She walked along the rows of glistening emerald and sapphire roses, following the path. Admiring the beauty that surrounded her.

He tore his way trough the crowd after the mysterious girl. He tried to keep her in his sight, but unfortunately so did so many other people too. She was lost and he couldn't see her anywhere. He was standing in front of the doors leading to the garden trying to see her. Her turned to the slight breeze playing across his neck to see her slowly walking the winding path of the garden. He stared after her, transfixed by curiosity, until she turned out of his sight. This seemed to break his trance. He started after her but kept to a slow pace, unable to help himself but to admire the beauty of the flowers surrounding him in the garden; they seemed to glow in the light of the moons.

As she walked, she completely forgot about her mission to find Roxas and Inca, so much so she found herself surrounded by moon lilies that were sparkling like a translucent crystal, and opal orchards, that shimmered all the colours of Mother Of Pearl. She sat on a thick garden stone seat and stared in to the depths of one of the opal orchards, Which seemed to change the more she looked at it.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” Church asked once he'd found her.
She sun around, so transfixed in her own world she didn't even notice Church was standing beside the stone seat. “Um OK?” she said unsurely. He sat besides her, still staring into her green eye's trying to place them, but still to mesmerized to notice who they belonged to.
From his azure blue stare she shifted uncomfortably under his consistent gaze, even the blue in his hair shone in the light, she couldn't bare it and looked away. “ Who are you?” he asked abruptly, drawing her eyes back to him.
She looked around uncomfortably, for some reason; she didn't want him to notice her. She smiled at him, with as much confidence as she could muster, “ Cinderella, that’s all you will remember me as.” she said her voice betraying her confident smile.
The time in the garden seemed endless, she'd lost complete track of time. He smiled at her, the back of his mind still lingering on Fire, but not long enough to place her. He slowly leaned towards her hardly moving, completely transfixed, her eyes the only thing that mattered, she was the only thing he could think of. She was like thick incense slowly smothering his entire mind. He lent closer mesmerized, bewildered by her.
Again she seemed drowning in his eyes that seemed to pull her in closer as he moved closer. She couldn't help it when he moved closer, her body moved to match him before her conscious mind registered it until his breath was upon her. He moved his hand shyly to her face before his lips caressed hers, so gently she felt like she was melting.
As soon as their lips touched he felt completely engrossed in that one aspect, he was completely consumed with the soft caress of their lips... ‘Fire’... he slowly moved back. He opened his mouth about to say it when the large clock in the palace chimed 12 o'clock.
Abruptly she stood, she knew she had to leave before the spell was undone  “ I have to go.” she said panicky, now realizing her sisters had to be home by 12 too, she turned with utter fear playing in her eyes, so much so it startled Church so much he froze, again bewildered by her actions. She spun on one of her glass heals, silently still like they were made of silk and ran. First, like in her dream, her hair came loose and fell to her shoulders, she stumbled on a rock and lost one of her shoes she turned to retrieve it but again the clock chimed and slowly the feathers fell from her dress, and Church was now racing down the path to her, her eyes wide with panic, she left her shoe and ran.
She ran out the gates and went through an ally to take a short cut to beat her sisters home. By the time the last chime had rung out she was in the tatty black dress she'd used for the spell, and limping. She removed the one glass shoe that was left and held it close. It was the only remainder of what had been the best night of her life.
She jumped into the oak tree below her window and climbed into her room. Once she was safely in her room she herd the limousine pull up outside, she went to her cupboard slowly trying to catch her breath and placed the shoe back safely in its resting place under the floorboard.
As she changed she could hear the gossiping of her sisters as the walked up the stairs, “ who was that girl that Church when running after?” Elonore said at the point of hysteria “ I don't know if she even goes to our school! But she did seem a little familiar...” she continued.
Fire smiled to herself, extremely pleased about her night as she slipped her pyjama’s over her head and crept under the covers of her bed, still smiling from the wonders of the night, she doubted she would ever get to sleep with all these thoughts and emotions...  ‘Had he even noticed who I was? Did I want him to know who I was? Maybe I should have told him it was me before he kissed me… he did kiss me though... what was he about to say before I left… Ran away is more like it... but before she knew it she was asleep, reliving the night with all its vibrancy, as if she was there once again.

After Fire had suddenly ran from him, it had taken a wile for him to realize what had happened, he slipped to his feet and ran after her, ‘no why now? Why leave now? Fire!’ He silently mused. She was in front of him, still far away but he could see her, she'd stopped, she saw him, her black and red hair curtaining her face, she looked again and ran, but why?  He ran again after her until again she was out of site, but leaving a trail of feathers behind. He saw why she'd stopped, one of her glass shoes lay on the ground, he smiled to himself, “you truly are Cinderella,” he whispered as he lifted up the shoe and turned away. He was determined to find her on Monday. Not sure what he was going to say, or do, he needed to see her again.

“Are you coming Fire?” Sasha cried irritably from the back of the car.
“Sorry, I think I might walk.” she said quietly, just as a precaution encase he did recognize her. She walked around the back way to the school so she would avoid the main gates, and hopefully Church.
She made all morning without seeing Church, maybe he didn't want to find her, maybe he didn't recognize her, or if he did he didn’t want to see her again… maybe. Her thoughts carried her away as she strode towards the back of the oval were Roxas and Inca were.
“Fire!” came and all to familiar voice, one she dreaded to hear all day, and that word to escape his lips to. She reluctantly turned towards the source of the voice to see Church running to her. It looked like he'd been sprinting round the school all lunch.
She couldn't help her reaction when he stopped in front of her, bent over trying to catch his breath “oh my god what happened to you!” she asked without thinking “are you okay?” she quickly added in fear of being rude.
Between gasps for breath he managed to say “ man... your one... hard person... to find when you don't wanna be found.” he sad after great difficulty. She quickly put a hand on his shoulder and led him to a seat.
“ Why would you think..? I don't wanna be found?” she said trying to sound innocent. Once, his breathing had improved, he reached into his bag and pulled out he glass shoe. She gasped, she couldn't help it, after the chase, he knew it was her, and found her shoe. He leaned down to her foot, still panting slightly and took off her shoe to slip on the glass one. It slipped on as well as it did when she put it on, on Friday night.
He looked up at her, his eyes glowing with passion, pride and pure radiance. She was so shocked, she thought he'd be so angry to find out it was her in the garden, but here he was smiling, so brilliantly she smiled back tears glistening her eyes. She looked away in embarrassment, only to have his hand softly touch her cheek so she'd turn to face him. She looked back at him, and again he moved closer, perfectly synchronized, and gently caressed the others lips with such a soft passion.

Church filed a complaint about Fire’s step family, and she found out that she had all of her mothers and fathers possessions left in her care, the house, their money, everything was hers. Morena got remarried basically straight after and left Fire with the house. She did end up living happily ever after with Church.

Description
Once upon a time, a little way ahead of our time, in a world far from ours. A world quite similar to ours in some ways. There lived a ravishing young girl named Fire. Fire lived at home with her stepmother and sisters. After her mother died in a gang bashing in an ally, her father remarried to a rich baroness to help support Fire. After 3 years of this marriage her father left in an army barracks and dies in the war against the ice planet of Artemus. She was then left in the care of her stepfamily.
Her stepmother Morena cunning even in her age, decided to use Fire to her advantage. She used her as a slave girl, making Fire do all the jobs around the house, as well as cleaning and cooking like a slave around the household.
Fire had hair that was a stunning midnight black like her deceased mothers, and with vibrant ruby red streaks that grew naturally, her hair was not unique but she was one of the only ones whose hair grew like that, others dyed it that way. She had a slender figure with clashing green sparkling eyes.

Early one morning Fire awoke with a jolt in a cold sweat. Her dream had been so realistic! But had it been a dream? She couldn't tell. As she tried to grab the dreams detailed the slowly trickled away like water in a cupped hand, until only one thing stayed fresh in her mind was the fact that she had just witnessed her fathers death in the Artemis battlefield.
She hurriedly ran around her room gathering her stuff quietly to avoid her stepmother’s rage if she woke her. Once her sleek hair was brushed and she was clothed she gathered her schoolbooks into her small, second hand backpack.
She softly ran down the carpeted stairs, backpack swung over one shoulder; she quickly dropped it on the kitchen chair and raced around preparing lunches for herself and sisters. The ticking of two alarm clocks notified her of her sisters awakening. She raced up the stars, jumping over the creaking ones into her sister’s rooms.
She walked along to Elonore's cupboard and pulled out her uniform and did the same for Sasha. At her school they wore a denim short skirt and a long sleeved blue and white shirt finished with a white tie, on the back it has two wings etched into it and the words ‘knowledge can take us anywhere’. She laid the uniforms on her sister’s beds wile they put on layers of makeup. She found their shoes and back packs and filled their books into them and took them downstairs to pack their lunches.

Once at school Sasha and Elonore tripped her as they parted to their separate crowds of popular people, and left here to felt her fallen books. Roxas and Inca were sitting on the chrome handrail next the main doors to the school. Roxas was tall with spiky white blond hair well kept, with harsh black eyes and a good sense of style, Inca was around 5 foot 8 with short bouncy ruby red hair and cunning yellow eyes and slitted pupils with soft beautiful slightly tanned skin. Fire knelt on the ground trying to gather all her books when Church walked up to her.
As in all schools there is one popular guy, a guy all the chicks dream about, in this school, it is Church. An attractive young boy with short hair styled with the back of his hair short with a long fringe. His smooth glistening hair shone black with a slight tint of blue, and vibrant blue eyes. He stood tall at 6 foot and held himself well, with pride and style. All the guys looked up to him and all the girls’ just plain looked at him! His kind heartiness and blunt honesty gave him his great reputation.
Church was standing beside her and knelt down to help her gather her stuff. She turned to look at him, thinking Roxas had came and helped her, she looked into those radiant blue, glistening eyes, and that sweet passionate smile, she suddenly felt dizzy but caught herself before it showed. She averted her gaze in fear of making a bigger fool of herself and quietly thanked him with a tiny blush and took her books and hastily walked away towards Roxas and Inca.

The rest of the week her mind barely left her thoughts of Church, no-one at the entire school had ever been so kind, no-one except Roxas and Inca that is. And his smile! Every time she closed her eyes his image was burning in her mind, the caring graceful, passionate smile, and those deep meaningful eyes. Everything about him entranced her. She felt as though in those eyes she could sink in its depths and never return. This memory kept her going threw her entire week with a smile. For some reason her stepsisters doubled in nastiness.
And although she thought it was impossible there were starting to do really cruel things. One day they went so far as to get her whipped by Morena. At midnight that night she sneaked out for the first time in her life, just to get away and see her parents.
She cried and cried next to their graves, her shirt still tattered from whip marks. She cried in fear of there actions, and pain from them too, she cried for her mother, and her father, she cried for her fate, the loss and acknowledgment of the nothingness she feared to become. She prayed to them for a guide, for something to help, anything to get her away from her predicament. A soft encouraging breeze softly played along her face, encouraging her, as though it was her mother wiping away her fear.  And than the pain in her back seemed to reach its breaking point. The girl doubled over and curled up as her skin felt as though it was being burnt together with a hot iron, then the pain diminished to nothingness, but a cool breeze that still played along her skin. She reached around to find her back completely healed.
Bewildered she slowly walked out of the graveyard back along the road towards the mansion she called home. He turned over the night’s events in her mind starting from the whipping, which mad her run away to her parents, were she was miraculously healed. She tried to work out why such things were happening to her right up until she found herself about to knock on the front door of her house, ‘no am I crazy they'll kill me if they found out I was gone,’ she thought quickly so she quickly ran towards the big oak tree along the side of the house, trying to avoid unwanted gazes in her paranoia. She jumped up the tree with familiarity and agility.  Until her was just outside her window. She slipped into the window. She took off her tatted shirt to wipe off the dried blood sticking to her skin still, then changed into her pyjama’s and slipped into bed, within seconds the relaxation and comfort of her bed hit her she swept her into dreams of magic and creatures only one could see when dreaming.

The next day at school, as soon as she walked into the school doors a massive crowd of girls in her grade were crowded around noticeboard with ecstatic expressions. She tried to get through, but so many were as well it was impossible to get close to it, so she walked away hoping to find out what it was later on in the day.
She caught up with Inca in her biology class. They were doing practical work and everyone was screaming and talking loud. “Do you know why everyone was crowded around the notices this morning?” Fire asked absentmindedly poking her greasy brown mogville with the knife.
“Ew watch what your doing Fire!” Inca whispered, after a pause “there’s a prom held for our year in two weeks, I got here early and saw it, girls have to wear dresses and guys suit and tie. It’s a masquerade party so you have to wear a mask, and small things are allowed to wear anything... You going to go?” she asked now absentmindedly poking her own mogville.
“Maybe, I think I might actually try,” she said distractingly.

A week before the ball she had a dream, such a realistic dream. She was flying across Drano feathered wings playfully carrying her across the sky. She wore a dazzling white dress, the fairest she had ever seen I wish I could wear this to the prom she thought, and then she was there, in the gardens of the palace, were they held the prom each year. She looked beautiful but suddenly everything changed, Church was walking towards her staring into her eyes, it was midnight, every step he took towards her something would happen, the fist chime, first step, her hair fell out of its elegant bun, closer he walked completely dazed by her beauty. The second chime, her wings turned into feathers and fell to the ground. Faster the chimes came the faster he walked, the faster she changed until she was running in nothing but a tatty black dress her step mother tried to give her to wear. And then she fell, fell so fast so long, and she was wingless, until she landed in her bed and sat up so fast she toppled out of her bed. Covered in feathers? She looked around on the ground, it was covered in feathers, and so was her bed. And on the ground next to her bed was the elegant glass high heals she was wearing in her dream. How could this be? It was a dream, but... but... her mind was spinning so fast she couldn't see, until she fainted and landed hard on the ground.

An hour later she stirred, still laying on the cold ground of her room. A small bruise above her right eye were she'd hit the ground. She looked around and saw the glass shoes at the end of her bed. She jumped up with a quick head spin from the sudden change in position, and massive cramps in her body from the hard ground. She picked up the surprisingly light shoes and hid them under a loose floorboard in her cupboard, not knowing what else to do with them. She started putting the feathers safe in an empty draw. But why were there feathers on her bed? The dream couldn't have been real, could it? The prom wasn't for another 5 days.

That night fire sat in her room just staring at the loose floorboard and the draw with the feathers, turning over the one thought, how could it be real? How could it have happened without her leaving her bed? At 7:59 she switched off her alarm clock and started to get ready for Monday morning. Slowly she dressed herself, brushed her hair, all her usual stuff but still staring thinking. Why, what?  Eventually she made her way downstairs to make lunches.

She arrived at school an hour later. Gazing at the sky, she could almost see herself flying in the clouds, in that long luxurious wings and the sparkling white gown. She closed her eyes in reminiscence, when she came to an abrupt stop, so much so she was falling backwards. A swift and strong hand grabbed her wrist wile the other swept behind her and steadied her back.
All had happened s fast she'd closed her eyes during the fall, they were still clenched shut even though she was steady. She cautiously opened one eye to see Church leaning over her, one hand around her waist rested on her back and the other tenderly holding her wrist, she'd walked straight into him. With a delayed reaction, she opened the other eye, when he started to stand straight, Fire still in his arms, she realized he was basically holding her without any support from her. She jumped to her feet, glowing bright red. Hastily apologizing she glanced at his face briefly, which was wild with confusion and...  Something else, the look she had when she thought of him. She smiled back and slowly walked passed him to find Roxas and Inca. Once safely away from Church's view she sprinted to the back of the oval were Roxas and Inca usually were.
She decided on the run there that she would tell them about the dream, and planed to conveniently forget about her embarrassing encounter with Church and the parts of her dream concerning him. Once shed arrived, she hurriedly raced and told them about her dream and the shoes and feathers and that she'd had previous dreams, but never so real.
Once she was done, Roxas was looking at her dumb founded. Not in shock but utter confusion, she couldn't help but laugh. She turned to Inca to see her mind racing at once, she should have know, if anyone Inca would know the answer. “Seems to me... You posses some magical ability. A trait usually passed down from mother to daughter, most magic is passed down like that, like if a guy gets it its usually from his father, opposite for girls, you know, mother daughter thing. I think there is a book of it in the library with more details, we could go there at lunch if you want.”

At lunch they met outside the library. Once all three had arrived they went inside. The library was a massive room the size of a cathedral, with large windows along one side of it showing the oval outside and the cityscape beyond. The book shelves were lined along in rows with the occasional gap were tables and chairs were set for the students to study. The bookshelves were around ten feet high, a holographic list was set on ends of the columns, the basic idea was you chose the book you needed and it would be transported to a stand around a meter high next to the list. It was all in all quite ancient and delicate.
They walked to the history section, Inca walked to it with extreme familiarity and quickly scrolled down the list until she came to a stop at a book called magical history. It appeared on the shelf beside the holographic directory. Inca lead the way to a small deserted table at the other side of the library.
She placed the dusty old book on the table and opened it. She whispered to the pages “magical, women, abilities.” a small barely audible cool female voice came through the pages.

“Magical women throughout the ages have been regarded with great fear for there unique abilities which often included many random and unaccountable circumstances, one most often found was during dreams, seeing the past or future was common in these magical women but only in symbolic means, sometimes the meaning was clear but somewhat distorted due to the mix of magical and mortal dreaming. Many could merely hold and image in there head of a change they wanted and would be able to change that of what was in front of them for a small period of time, usually only a couple of hours.
The power of female magical subjects or mages, were known for being more defined and controlled than the abilities of the male counterparts, with there ability of concentration and self control was assumed to be the reason for their success.
This is all that is known on this subject.”

Inca bent over the book and said in a clear strong voice, “done” and the book disappeared, back to its place on the shelf it came from. Then she turned to Fire, a look of utmost concern of her face. Now fire had to face the idea that she was a magical being, magic flowed through her veins, but it did her mother too.

Friday morning her stepmother told her that she was going to a get-together that night. So she decided to take the chance and go to the ball. She was going to try and make a new dress, the dress in her dream. With a massive knot in her stomach she remembered about not having a date, she decided to ask her stepsisters about it.
While she was helping gather their school stuff she casually asked whom they were going to the prom with.
“Well were not going with anyone, they decided it was best we chose partners there.” Sasha said tartly, “but of corse ill be spending the night with, Church,” she finished with a sigh.
“Oh OK.” she added with a small smile for herself, she wouldn't be the only one going without a date, everyone was. She left the room as her two stepsisters began to fight over who had a better chance with Church.

That night she had to help Sasha and Elonore get ready for the prom. She brushed Sasha's hair as she applied her makeup, then went to Elonore and helped her tighten her corset. She helped them both until they stood beside each other identical, beside that Sasha wore a light powder pink dress, and Elonore a baby blue dress.
She carried their dresses to the limousine that was parked out the front as they mocked her about not coming. Once they had departed she ran upstairs to her room she was the only one left in the house. She pulled out an old baggy dress that Morena had tried to get her to wear once and laid it on her bed.
“ Bibbity bobity boo,” she mocked as she tapped the dress, “do I have a spell for you, transform this mess, into a dress, don't make it bland, make it grand, make it shimmer, make it gleam, make the richest dresses green!” she taunted mockingly with a hearty laugh. Throughout the week she'd had the dream over and over again, only without the feathers and shoes, it was like a message.
In a heartbeat her hands were shaking as she placed them on the ugly dress. She closed her eyes and the image of the outfit sprung straight there as it did Every time she closed her eyes. She concentrated until a small chill came over her. She opened her eyes still thinking of the dress, as a small shimmer grew over the dress, small at first, then larger. It grew, enhancing the dress as it went. Within a minute of this consistent change it was over, not only had the sparkling white dress appeared the feathers from her draw were slowly floating out and placing them selves into a beautiful pair of snow-white wings and a small mask and a small tiara.
A shocked laugh escaped her mouth. After a moments pause she regained her composure and stripped off her clothes and slipped on the gown. A fabric softer than silk glided over her skin, sending a cool comfort over her she smiled at the touch.  It was a sleeveless dress, from above the shoulder blades; on the dress the feathers were gathered to form small perfect wings. She turned to the draws were the feathers had come from and pulled out her mothers old gloves, still shimmering with golden beauty. She slipped them over her hands, and just like the dress slid on, softer than silk, ‘magical’. She smiled to herself and turned to the tiara to examine it she lifted it to her head and slipped it through her silky hair. She stepped toward the mirror to look at the delicate tiara set on top of her hair to see it fade to nothing but a fine dust.
Suddenly it seemed as though someone was standing behind her, still looking into the mirror she saw her hair lift itself and start to style neatly, slowly at first than faster. By the end she was looking at the most elegant bun she had ever seen, the back was looped tight and strong with two strands of red fallen on her face. She race to her cupboard and lifted the loose floorboard and pulled out her glass shoes. Carefully she slipped them over her feet praying they would fit. They fit her foot exactly to the millimetre. “Magic.” she whispered. She ran to her bed and lifted the mask to her face.

This is terrible Church though irritably. Ever since he had walked through the doors girls were asking him to dance. The most annoying of all was when Sasha and Elonore had arrived; they literally threw themselves at him. Before turning on each other and arguing. He made a break from them as quickly as possible.
Where was Fire? Lately he had a fascination with her, she was so quite, so beautiful. He pitied her though; she had to put up with Sasha and Elonore every day. I hope she makes it he thought absentmindedly. He made his way slowly to the front doors just before they opened to show the most beautiful girl in the entire palace. She wore a long white gown that ran behind her without getting the smallest hint of dirt on it. She wore glistening white-feathered wings on her sleeveless gown that seemed like small angel wings. Her black hair was so elegant red streaked she seemed, almost familiar. Her gloves were white with the smallest him of gold in the light that shone on the entrance of the palace. He seemed transfixed her sparkling green eyes behind her white sequined mask met his before they looked away, as though she hadn't seen him. She seemed so familiar. He reluctantly tore his gaze from her he saw he wasn't the only one looking; the majority of the room had stopped to look at her.

Once Fire had entered she was staring right into the sparkling blue eyes of Church, surrounded by a plan black mask. He was wearing an extremely attractive black-blue suit, his dark black-blue hair shimmering in the light. He seemed to be the only person in the entire room staring straight into her eyes. She broke her gaze as quick as possible to notice the palace room was full, so graceful and massive with tinted windows along the front and the side leading to the garden.
When she looked at the rest of the people in the room it seemed as thought most of them were staring at her. She blushed slightly, but the magic around her seemed to keep her from making a fool of herself. Slowly she took the first step down the stairs, to see all eyes following her every movement. She looked down to her feet and stepped down the remainder of the steps, trying to avoid as much attention as possible. Once she was on the floor, slowly everyone looked away.
She looked around, trying to avoid Church; she always seemed to make a fool of herself when he was around. She couldn't see Roxas or Inca anywhere. She made her was to the garden to look for her friends in there. She walked along the rows of glistening emerald and sapphire roses, following the path. Admiring the beauty that surrounded her.

He tore his way trough the crowd after the mysterious girl. He tried to keep her in his sight, but unfortunately so did so many other people too. She was lost and he couldn't see her anywhere. He was standing in front of the doors leading to the garden trying to see her. Her turned to the slight breeze playing across his neck to see her slowly walking the winding path of the garden. He stared after her, transfixed by curiosity, until she turned out of his sight. This seemed to break his trance. He started after her but kept to a slow pace, unable to help himself but to admire the beauty of the flowers surrounding him in the garden; they seemed to glow in the light of the moons.

As she walked, she completely forgot about her mission to find Roxas and Inca, so much so she found herself surrounded by moon lilies that were sparkling like a translucent crystal, and opal orchards, that shimmered all the colours of Mother Of Pearl. She sat on a thick garden stone seat and stared in to the depths of one of the opal orchards, Which seemed to change the more she looked at it.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” Church asked once he'd found her.
She sun around, so transfixed in her own world she didn't even notice Church was standing beside the stone seat. “Um OK?” she said unsurely. He sat besides her, still staring into her green eye's trying to place them, but still to mesmerized to notice who they belonged to.
From his azure blue stare she shifted uncomfortably under his consistent gaze, even the blue in his hair shone in the light, she couldn't bare it and looked away. “ Who are you?” he asked abruptly, drawing her eyes back to him.
She looked around uncomfortably, for some reason; she didn't want him to notice her. She smiled at him, with as much confidence as she could muster, “ Cinderella, that’s all you will remember me as.” she said her voice betraying her confident smile.
The time in the garden seemed endless, she'd lost complete track of time. He smiled at her, the back of his mind still lingering on Fire, but not long enough to place her. He slowly leaned towards her hardly moving, completely transfixed, her eyes the only thing that mattered, she was the only thing he could think of. She was like thick incense slowly smothering his entire mind. He lent closer mesmerized, bewildered by her.
Again she seemed drowning in his eyes that seemed to pull her in closer as he moved closer. She couldn't help it when he moved closer, her body moved to match him before her conscious mind registered it until his breath was upon her. He moved his hand shyly to her face before his lips caressed hers, so gently she felt like she was melting.
As soon as their lips touched he felt completely engrossed in that one aspect, he was completely consumed with the soft caress of their lips... ‘Fire’... he slowly moved back. He opened his mouth about to say it when the large clock in the palace chimed 12 o'clock.
Abruptly she stood, she knew she had to leave before the spell was undone  “ I have to go.” she said panicky, now realizing her sisters had to be home by 12 too, she turned with utter fear playing in her eyes, so much so it startled Church so much he froze, again bewildered by her actions. She spun on one of her glass heals, silently still like they were made of silk and ran. First, like in her dream, her hair came loose and fell to her shoulders, she stumbled on a rock and lost one of her shoes she turned to retrieve it but again the clock chimed and slowly the feathers fell from her dress, and Church was now racing down the path to her, her eyes wide with panic, she left her shoe and ran.
She ran out the gates and went through an ally to take a short cut to beat her sisters home. By the time the last chime had rung out she was in the tatty black dress she'd used for the spell, and limping. She removed the one glass shoe that was left and held it close. It was the only remainder of what had been the best night of her life.
She jumped into the oak tree below her window and climbed into her room. Once she was safely in her room she herd the limousine pull up outside, she went to her cupboard slowly trying to catch her breath and placed the shoe back safely in its resting place under the floorboard.
As she changed she could hear the gossiping of her sisters as the walked up the stairs, “ who was that girl that Church when running after?” Elonore said at the point of hysteria “ I don't know if she even goes to our school! But she did seem a little familiar...” she continued.
Fire smiled to herself, extremely pleased about her night as she slipped her pyjama’s over her head and crept under the covers of her bed, still smiling from the wonders of the night, she doubted she would ever get to sleep with all these thoughts and emotions...  ‘Had he even noticed who I was? Did I want him to know who I was? Maybe I should have told him it was me before he kissed me… he did kiss me though... what was he about to say before I left… Ran away is more like it... but before she knew it she was asleep, reliving the night with all its vibrancy, as if she was there once again.

After Fire had suddenly ran from him, it had taken a wile for him to realize what had happened, he slipped to his feet and ran after her, ‘no why now? Why leave now? Fire!’ He silently mused. She was in front of him, still far away but he could see her, she'd stopped, she saw him, her black and red hair curtaining her face, she looked again and ran, but why?  He ran again after her until again she was out of site, but leaving a trail of feathers behind. He saw why she'd stopped, one of her glass shoes lay on the ground, he smiled to himself, “you truly are Cinderella,” he whispered as he lifted up the shoe and turned away. He was determined to find her on Monday. Not sure what he was going to say, or do, he needed to see her again.

“Are you coming Fire?” Sasha cried irritably from the back of the car.
“Sorry, I think I might walk.” she said quietly, just as a precaution encase he did recognize her. She walked around the back way to the school so she would avoid the main gates, and hopefully Church.
She made all morning without seeing Church, maybe he didn't want to find her, maybe he didn't recognize her, or if he did he didn’t want to see her again… maybe. Her thoughts carried her away as she strode towards the back of the oval were Roxas and Inca were.
“Fire!” came and all to familiar voice, one she dreaded to hear all day, and that word to escape his lips to. She reluctantly turned towards the source of the voice to see Church running to her. It looked like he'd been sprinting round the school all lunch.
She couldn't help her reaction when he stopped in front of her, bent over trying to catch his breath “oh my god what happened to you!” she asked without thinking “are you okay?” she quickly added in fear of being rude.
Between gasps for breath he managed to say “ man... your one... hard person... to find when you don't wanna be found.” he sad after great difficulty. She quickly put a hand on his shoulder and led him to a seat.
“ Why would you think..? I don't wanna be found?” she said trying to sound innocent. Once, his breathing had improved, he reached into his bag and pulled out he glass shoe. She gasped, she couldn't help it, after the chase, he knew it was her, and found her shoe. He leaned down to her foot, still panting slightly and took off her shoe to slip on the glass one. It slipped on as well as it did when she put it on, on Friday night.
He looked up at her, his eyes glowing with passion, pride and pure radiance. She was so shocked, she thought he'd be so angry to find out it was her in the garden, but here he was smiling, so brilliantly she smiled back tears glistening her eyes. She looked away in embarrassment, only to have his hand softly touch her cheek so she'd turn to face him. She looked back at him, and again he moved closer, perfectly synchronized, and gently caressed the others lips with such a soft passion.

Church filed a complaint about Fire’s step family, and she found out that she had all of her mothers and fathers possessions left in her care, the house, their money, everything was hers. Morena got remarried basically straight after and left Fire with the house. She did end up living happily ever after with Church.