Revenge
January 9, 2024 at 8:58 AM
The evening was already so dark that Cinderella could barely make out her footsteps as she quietly made her way through the dense bushes and dark alleys of the garden, heading towards the darkly lit castle in the distance.
She disappeared into the darkness, slowly approaching the high gate of the castle. Her heart carried a mixture of fear and determination, so completely new to her. Cinderella had never thought of such audacious actions before, but now a new spark burned in her — a spark of revenge and freedom.
When she reached the castle gates, they spontaneously swung open in front of her, as if waiting for her arrival. Everything in the castle turned out to be dark and empty. The sound of her footsteps echoed off the high ceilings, filling the air with invisible strength and determination. The alien atmosphere overtook her when Cinderella discovered doors leading to large halls and corridors that she had not even imagined before.
Sparkling chandeliers, flickering candles, precious carpets on the floor... But Cinderella was not overwhelmed by luxury, her empty eyes were looking at something much more important. They were looking for those who thought she was dead. She wanted to punish the evil sisters, and their cruel stepmother.
After calculating her actions, Cinderella slowly approached the gloomy room in which her stepmother woke up every morning. The darkness held her presence, and the tension in the air grew by the second.
The stepmother, unaware of the approaching threat, continued to read the book. But suddenly, a gusty wind roared through the windows, as if foreshadowing something terrible. As soon as the stepmother turned around, she realized with a scream that it was too late.
Cinderella's phantom flashed in the darkness, shining with its deadly powers. Her fast and precise movements were as graceful as the dance, but full of rage and obsession. She left no room for doubt that the dreams of revenge had been derailed, and the diabolical plan had found its fulfillment.
Bone crunching and agonized screams filled the air, and the stepmother tried to fight for her life with ferocity and perseverance. But she was not destined to see the rising sun.
When the last of her strength left her stepmother and her evil spirit left her body, Cinderella remained standing in the shadows, barely breathing. His eyes were blazing with victory, but his heart felt only emptiness.
With her revenge, she did not return herself and did not become a princess. She remained an evil phantom, obsessed with only one thought – to destroy those who destroyed her happiness and childhood.
The servants ran to the horrified screams, but Cinderella had already left long before that. So the only thing the servants could find was a pile of meat and broken bones. Everyone fell into a stupor. Who could have committed such a terrible crime. The frail maid burst into tears: “Who could do such a thing to this man of the greatest soul?” Everyone echoed her and stood sadly over what was already difficult to identify as a person.
Meanwhile, Cinderella left the castle and headed to the vicinity of the palace garden. She didn't know the route, but she felt her purpose. Cinderella stood in the gloom of the garden, looking through the leaves at her sister Anna, who was grumbling with her lover. It was all darker than ever, and it seemed to Phantom that she was piercing her sister with her angry eyes.
Anna, carried away by her terribly cynical conversation, did not notice how her face was becoming more and more pale. Her lover, full of confidence and pride, seductively talked about his plans. At that moment, Cinderella began to sing. Her voice was as low as a whisper, but it filled the air with a mystical atmosphere. The words of the spell sounded like echoes of ancient curses.
Suddenly, the earth trembled, a vortex of darkness gathered around the sister and her lover. They tried to run away in fright, but it was useless. The thorn bushes pierced, twisted and shredded the flesh of these people. Their screams and moans pierced the night air like a final act of desperation.
A cold wind blew through the garden, like a quiet sigh of a bygone life. Cinderella continued to stand in her gloomy hiding place, her eyes shining with vengeance and malice. She was once again avenging the death her sisters had inflicted on her. She didn't become a princess and didn't get her happy ending. But now she will bring to the dark souls of her murderers the teaching that there will be no mercy.
After about an hour of wandering around the castle, Cinderella stood in front of her sleeping sister Elizabeth, her eyes sparkling with rage and despair. She was completely different from the humble girl everyone knew. She decided that no one would know about her prank. A bizarre image was spinning over her and she had already left her memory forever. She became tough and decided that her sister would never happen. She met death, and was resurrected in an even brighter light than before. Cinderella no longer needed a fairy tale in which the prince came for her and they lived happily. She tore her sister into small pieces. She was already a free, real girl and no longer afraid for her life, because she betrayed people, betrayed everything.
But somehow she didn't feel any better. Was it all for nothing? Of course, not in vain. She destroyed undoubtedly bad people. Were they really bad? Cinderella decided that she was no longer the good-natured girl that everyone knew and loved, but something more. Moving away from her sister's room, Cinderella noticed a beautiful tiara, it beckoned her and soon the phantom was walking through the corridors of the shining castle in a golden crown. And so Cinderella got into the throne room, which began to be flooded with the rays of the morning sun. As she approached the throne, she caught someone's gaze on her. “Cinderella?The prince's kind and handsome male voice sounded. Cinderella wanted to answer, but couldn't. Morning came. The crown fell with a clink on the parquet floor…
