Okay, I know that this isn't really Sleeping Beauty, but I didn't know where else to put it, and there might be more princess comming, so please forgive me.

The Truth


Tonight there is no sparkling gown, no glass slipper, no fairy godmother. Tonight the cinder girl sits on the hearth with a tear streaked face in torn rags. For her there would be no prince, the happily ever after had deserted her with her sisters' departure.

Glittering jewels, grand lords, beautiful ladies; none of this is meant for the cinder girl who might have been a princess. Her destiny was written in the stars, but even the stars are sometimes wrong, because the cinder girl will never see the palace.

She waits for help that will never come, a savior who got lost, not knowing that the truth of her life is in what happens next: the cinder girl who walks away from the hearth with a tear streaked face and rewrites the stars.