Cinderella decided…to kidnap the prince.

*With grave consequences. *

Once upon a time in a land down under lived a young woman.

She had outgrown her life. Her clothes were too big. Her possessions treasured but older than she would acknowledge. As a good daughter she loved her family. As a woman - well, the love remained but poison had sickened the community. Her house. Her space.

No! she thought. "Not now, not here, not ever."

Enter the battle armour. The blessed weapons. She was aware of the curious looks. Still, she could not care. Wearing an ankh at her throat, kneeling by the Tree. She was cautioned several times:

"You are losing hope," said the stars.

"I know."

"You will soon come into riches!" promised the psychics.

"Not fast enough" she replied.

"Child, be patient and believe" the wind whispered. The same wind that blew her here and there, tossed her up and slammed her down.

"I wish that was true, I wish you kept your promises'" she whispered to the wind. "But I am the air-elemental, I will command you!"

"None of you see me, you have tried unsuccessfully yet I have visited you in 'Your Visions' " she roared. Still confused about how she manifested herself…knowing she travelled to foreign lands.

"Yes, you've lived many lives. Most of them good. Some not so. Your story is still being written on the sacred scrolls. Prepare." said the hag, the muse, and the child. "We, the ones whom fate forgot…have not forgotten you." Said kindly, spoken as a sneer. "You flatter me" Cinders replied mockingly. "Why?"

Cinders knew of a way. She was not particularly fond of it, but misery breeds one of three things: Contempt/ unhappiness/ rebellion. She chose rebellion.

"I shall take my silver; my mother's crown and I shall dance with the prince." As if I was trained by deadly class. Yet, I have. Several lifetimes worth of skills ~ seduction, confluence, the arts of love and war. Somewhere the knowledge lives. Soon, it shall thrive.

Being her typical self, she plans these things meticulously. The day, the time, the moment. Soon the prince will notice that the kingdom might be his. His subjects will be hers. Why? She was one once. Born in blood, raised as an orphan. Servant to his Mistress. Abhorrent lady of the council.

Cinder's is not waiting for her "fairy godmother". She knows she's on her way. Magic broom, wand, and for some strange reason a cat.

Here's hoping she does not choose the cat instead. I suppose it all depends on the eyes. Gold and green.

The prince will need to decide, become a fully formed human with red-hot blood or stay slithering in the pond his Mistress pulled him from.

See, I told you she was not playing foul. Just not exactly playing fair.

Collecting an army of vigilantes, dishonoured samurai, all creatures big and small. Acting as their leader, honing her skills. Cooking with a skillet, creating filet mignon.

See, all that housework paid off. The books she read. The warriors she met. They will be her "knights".

She will Reign again.

Fighting the darkness. Fighting the wicked. Her flag flying high.

So, stop gawking. Do you always look this bemused?

What he said. This is going to be a wild, tale. Continue reading to meet Red. She will blow your mind!

Thanks for reading, keep on moving forward. Then come back for more!

Resigner, signing off.

Soak up the sun, kick of the shoes, live in joyous momentum.

Postscript

Subhuman "Red" is going to rock your world, that I promise you.