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Not Your Average Fairy Tale

By Devika Hardikar


The town of Fairview was known to be living in the past. Their ways were often called outdated and dusty. It’s as if they belonged in a black and white film. They had no morals other than that of following the word of god. The year was 1691. A time where people embraced religion, cared for their community, and feared the unknown. Science was amongst their top fears, as many deemed it otherworldly and believed it to be witchcraft. A fear that Cinderella did not have. She believed that science would be the way she could save the world. That's exactly how she stumbled upon the prince’s castle. Her eyes grazed over the delicate fissures and cracks that had aged with the castle. The prince himself was a tainted and broken man. He never spoke to his subjects, he never bothered to show his face and he never showed up in public. It was almost as if he was afraid of light. Afraid of what was on the other side of his steel castle doors. The village knew then to trespass on Prince Henry’s land, but Cinderella was never one to listen. She trotted up to his iron doors and brushed her hand across the cool metal. She then proceeded to smash her fist into the iron. A bang echoed around her. She bannged on the door again. No answer. Her determined eyes fell and a scowl formed on rose lips and pale skin. 

Creak… 

Her small ears perked up at the sound of the door heavily opened. 

Human.” The bitter voice on the other end spat. 

“My name is Cinderella of Fairview. I’ve come because I have heard stories of you. Stories of science, stories that sound as if they could only exist in another world. I want to be a doctor.” Cinderella let out a breath. Her chest was beating irregularly and she couldn’t figure out if she was nervous or afraid. 

“You bang on my front door and claim that you want to rub sacrificed blood on peasants to heal them?” The smooth cold voice sent shivers down Cinderella’s spine. Her already small frame seemed to be collapsing. 

“Do not mistake me for a witch. The others do it plenty already. I am here for science, The villagers say that the man who resides here possesses secret knowledge. I have spent my other options already. ” She sighed. A sharp creek jostled her from her thoughts. 

“My name is Henry Arden Abigor. I do not entertain humans, especially not peasants. To attain the knowledge of the ancients requires something of equal value. What do you have to offer Cinderella of Fairview?” Prince Henry taunted. Every word that escaped his mouth settled in Cinderella’s mind. Every syllable caused her heart to beat faster, harder, louder.

“I think I'll start with teaching you some manners. Perhaps that will teach you how to treat others. The world has changed. It is no longer a playground for starved immortals such as yourself to frolic about and look for a drink. How about you take my coat and offer me a drink first?” A triumphant smile etched itself onto Cinderella's bare face. Henry took a step forward. 

“Would you rather I take a drink from you? Or have you a wooden stake and cross in your saddle bag. Perhaps some holy water and garlic as well?” He snarled and bared his pointed porcelain fangs at Cinderella, who attempted to stand tall and keep up her strong facade. 



“I bear no such things.” She tilted her neck up. “I am not interested in human superstitions.” 

“You are different, certainly not like the others.” He sneered. 

“You don’t travel often do you? The world truly has changed. You may end up enjoying yourself.” Cinderella smiled. The door opened wider. 

“I have known you for only 2 minutes and you suggest that I walk the earth like a mortal peasant, while I give you the knowledge of immortals.” Henry’s cool voice enticed Cinderella enough to walk through the door. Her eyes widened as they laid on each invention. She gasped and stared in awe and spun to gaze at each piece of equipment. The room was filled with light that was being reflected in every direction. It was now that the two could finally take a good look at each other. In front of Cinderella stood a broad chested and tall man. He had slick black hair and a chiseled jaw. The light contoured his angelic face. He wore a black and gold coat with red accents.The most prominent thing to stand out though, were his eyes. Henry’s blood red rubies stared down at cinderella. She was a woman of small stature, with gold hair that looked as though it had been spun by rumpelstiltskin himself. She was a beacon of beauty wrapped in a tattered brown dress and a sterling new white coat. Her sapphire stare, alluring. “This is the true science,” Henry continued. Cinderella turned and took a step forward to face him. She sauntered around before stopping at the most peculiar painting. A painting of men burning what looked to be vampires. 

“Who are they?” she questioned. 

“Chains,” he replied. 

“Chains?” 

“The very things that keep us from achieving goals. Restraints.” 

“Looks like in your case they’re people.” she finished looking out towards the machines that littered the room. 

“It’s always people.” He sighed. “Come on, we should get going before they find you.” “What about you?”

“They’re peasants. Townsfolk who don’t understand us immortals, I don’t think you’re gonna change that.” 

“The townsfolk won’t be peasants anymore if you teach them. Expose them to this kind of knowledge and prove once and for all that not all things that are misunderstood are a product of witchcraft.” Cinderella gushed. 

“And why should I?” Henry pressed. 

“To make the world better. We may have more in common than you think. I will teach you, you teach me.” Cinderella gleamed, excitement lacing her carefully chosen words. Henry was touched. A feeling of warmth had crept into his cold and barren heart. “Do come in,” Henry paused and then smiled. “I think I might grow to like you.”


By Devika Hardikar





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Pradeep Hardikar
Pradeep Hardikar
Jan 20
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Nice work!

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Athirvt t
Athirvt t
Jan 19
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Very engrossing and creative!

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Nikhil Hardikar
Nikhil Hardikar
Jan 16
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

Interesting! Devika!

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Saloni Rane
Saloni Rane
Jan 15
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

CERTAINLY NOT AVERAGE, if I do say so myself.

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Mahi Naikawadi
Mahi Naikawadi
Jan 15
Rated 5 out of 5 stars.

I enjoyed reading this one

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