This entry is a sequel, of sorts, to a #FridayFlash of many years ago: Payment Due. The original was a...different...take on the Cinderella story:
"Take Cindy for example. You know the one," as the Fairy Godmother was heard to say.
The below is what happened some time later in the lives of the protagonists. I hope you enjoy.
"I
know it's my birthday," the young woman thought, "but they're acting
weirder than usual. Even for them."
"They"
were the Princess Cinderella and her husband, the Prince.
"And
what are all these guards doing here?" the young woman continued.
"Are we expecting an invasion in the throne room?"
"Aurora!"
"Oops,"
the young woman, Princess Aurora, said. "Spotted."
She
stepped out of the shadow of one of the throne room columns.
"You
called?"
"I
specifically told you to stay in your room, did I not?" her mother,
Princess Cinderella, said. "You don't know what's at stake here."
"Of
course I don't," Aurora replied. "How could I? No one ever tells me
anything around here."
"Now
see here, young lady..." the Prince began, his voice suddenly stopping.
Aurora
looked at her father to see what had happened. He was no longer looking at her.
She turned to see what he was looking at. The great doors of the throne room had
just opened. That was surprising. It normally took two burly guards per door to
swing them open.
This time
they seemed to just open by themselves.
"Huh,"
Aurora said quietly. "Curiouser and curiouser, I suppose."
"Guards!"
the Prince called.
The
guards ran forward and established a line across the room in front of the
throne.
"Protect
the Princess," Cinderella shouted.
Aurora
looked at her mother.
"What?"
she asked. "Protect me from what?"
The
guards looked from the Prince, to Cinderella, to Aurora.
"Behind
the guards," the Prince said. "Aurora, get behind the guards."
Aurora
stood her ground.
"Aurora,"
Cinderella said, despair to be heard in her voice. "Why must you never do
what you're told."
"Because
you've never, ever, told her why she should do something," came a new
voice.
Aurora
looked towards the door.
A small
silvered-haired woman stood there, looking for all the world like someone's
grandmother--
"Godmother."
The word sounded in her head.
--like
someone's Godmother. She was dressed in flowing gossamer layers of pink and
gold. Her face was unwrinkled but set with determination as she looked towards
the pair on the thrones.
"You!"
Aurora
started. She'd never heard her mother speak with such fury, no matter how hard
she'd tried to provoke her over the years.
She
looked back at the apparition by the doors. "Whatever did you do to
her?" she wondered.
The old
woman turned to her and smiled.
"Guards,"
the Prince shouted.
Aurora
stepped back as the guards rushed by her and formed a line between her and the
woman standing at the door. The woman did nothing other than smile broadly.
"You
can't have her," Cinderella said. "You just can't."
"That's
not for you to say," came the reply.
Aurora
looked back and forth between the two women.
"What's
going on here?" she asked.
Before
anyone could answer, her father, the Prince, shouted "Guards!" again.
Aurora
briefly heard a "Tsk, tsk" sound from the old woman before it was
drowned out by the stamp of the guards' feet as they took a single step forward
in perfect unison.
"That
should please Dad," Aurora thought. "All those feet in perfect time.
He's weird about feet."
She
looked at the guards and stepped back, shocked. It seemed to her they'd been
replaced by mice, all running this way and that. Aurora rubbed her eyes. If she
squinted, she could almost see the guards, but they looked as confused as she.
Did they see mice too?
She
looked back at the woman by the door. She hadn't moved, but her smile had
broadened considerably.
"Who
are you?" Aurora asked.
Before
the woman could reply, the Prince shouted again.
"You
will not speak--croak!"
Aurora
looked around at her father, wondering what had happened to his voice. She
stepped back suddenly, a burst of laughter rising to her lips.
The
Prince seemed transformed into an unusually large frog seated on a small royal
purple velvet cushion. A crown balanced precariously on his head.
"Cro-o-o-oak?"
said the frog.
Aurora
looked to her mother and then back to the woman at the door. She was smiling
beatifically.
"Now
that all the noise has died down," she said, "shall we to
business?"
"You
can't have her," Cinderella said, her voice rising.
"What
does that mean?" Aurora asked. She was trying to focus on what was being
said, but the frog had jumped from the cushion to the small fountain fixed to
the right wall of the throne room.
"Croak?"
it said.
"Your
mother promised you to me before you were even conceived," the woman said.
"Ew,"
Aurora said. "TMI."
The woman
smiled and moved to the center of the room. The mice scattered.
"Croak!"
the frog said angrily.
"As
if a frog can croak angrily," Aurora thought.
"Not
another step," Cinderella said.
"Or?"
the woman replied.
"Stop!
Everyone just stop," Aurora said. "What is going on here?"
"Your
mother promised you to me before you..."
"Right.
Right. I get it," Aurora said. "No need to repeat it."
Aurora
turned to her mother,
"Why?"
she asked. "Why would you do that?"
Princess
Cinderella said nothing for a moment. Aurora stared at her.
Cinderella
looked away. "She," she said, her voice quiet. "She helped
me."
Aurora
spun around to look at the older woman.
"Helped,"
she said. "Helped how?"
The older
woman smiled. She gestured towards the frog prince.
"Ew,"
Aurora said again. "And the price was me?"
The older
woman shrugged.
"If
their first born was...available...by their 18th birthday," she said,
"then they would hand him...or her...to me."
"No
one's handing me to anyone," Aurora said.
"You've
never done what you were told," Cinderella said. "You've always gone
your own way!"
"The
Godmothers like independent thinkers," the older woman said.
"Godmothers?"
Aurora asked, turning to the older woman.
The woman
smiled. "I was the Princess Cinderella's Fairy Godmother. Back before she
was a princess, that is."
"That
just sounds ridiculous," Aurora said.
She
paused a moment, then spun around to face her mother again.
"Available?
Available?" Aurora took a breath. "Is that why you've been trying to
marry me off for the past two years?"
"Calm
yourself, Aurora," her mother said, rising. "It was for your own
good. We were trying to do what was best for you."
"You
should have tried asking her what she thought was best," the older woman
said, her voice dry.
"I
don't need you to speak for..." Aurora said, turning to the woman.
She
stopped. The clothing the woman had on seemed to have changed. The billowing
pink and gold dress replaced by black leather adorned with silver chains. The
previous 2-inch heels by black leather boots. Pink and gold were still evident,
but only at the tips of her spiked black hair. The woman was smiling.
Aurora returned
the smile.
"You
think that will convince me to go with you?" she asked.
The
woman's smile broadened.
"Worth
a shot," she said, glancing down at her garments. "And it's a good
look. For me, and you."
"Just
because it matches mine doesn't mean I'll go off with you. What happens if I
say 'No'?"
"No?"
both the older woman and Cinderella asked at the same time.
"No,"
Aurora said.
"Then
you say 'No'," the woman said.
"Anything
happen to my sister and brother, or my parents?"
"Nothing,"
the woman said.
Aurora
glanced over at the fountain.
"Can
my dad not be a frog?"
The woman
grinned. "In time," she said softly.
"So,"
Cinderella said. "Get out of my palace, and never come back."
Aurora
turned to her mother.
"I
think she means me," the woman said.
Aurora
nodded.
"But
I'm going too." And, turning to the older woman, she said, "By
myself."
The woman
nodded.
"Aurora,"
Cinderella called but Aurora strode through the throne room doorway to freedom.
Two years
later Aurora was walking through the streets of a town far from the kingdom's
capital. She'd been thinking a lot recently of frogs, and mice, and of the
stories told of her parents' meeting at a fancy ball.
And of
Fairy Godmothers dressed in black leather, chains, and boots.
"Do
you think you're becoming available?" came a voice from behind her.
Aurora
turned. The Godmother stood in the crowded street behind her, the flow of
people parting as they reached her, joining again after passing Aurora. The
woman had traded her leather in for the pink and gold dress again.
But pink
and gold still adorned the tips of her spiked black hair.
Aurora
smiled at the combination.
She
nodded.
"Yes."