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Elliot	By : Lollers Category: +1 through F > Cinderella (Disney) > Cinderella (Disney) Views: 3792 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Cinderella(Disney) or any of it's franchise. I also do not make any profit off of these stories. Characters and plot within this story are vaguely based off of the movie, Cinderella.

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His opportunity was trickling by.
Scowling at the door, Elliot once more looked out the window, at the sheer drop down; there were no limbs or ledges to scale. His only way down risked a broken leg and injuries he just couldn't afford. Stepping away from the ledge, he looked towards his bedding.
Walking over to his bed, he ran a hand on the sheets, before shaking his head; there was no way those would hold his weight. Looking around his room, he also found that there wasn't a place to tie the sheets, except the insecure door handle. Letting out a sound of disappointment, Elliot circled his room, trying the door handle every time he passed by in case it somehow came unlocked.
The walls were solid, the window too high up, and the door still locked. He didn't even have an object to ply it open. Muttering, Elliot threw himself on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
His best possible chance at leaving was quickly fading. Not that it mattered if he was outside his room, anyways. Judging on the fact that his step mother locked his door with suspicion that he would try to leave, she would also station a Watchman or two to keep an eye on the house and for him.
Sighing, Elliot flipped on his stomach, before reaching down the side of the bed for his bag. He had packed it the night before, after finding out about the ball. He had been excited, thinking over and over on just how he would leave and what he would do for the rest of his life. Of course, that hadn't been the first time he had entertained such thoughts; they were what usually lulled him to sleep, with dreams of another life.
Elliot stacked his hand under his chin, staring at his bag. Oh, he hadn't given up; he wouldn't waste worry over the unfortunate turn of events. In fact, he should have expected this. His step mother had crushed most of his other dreams, why allow this one to live?
A sigh escaped his mouth, his lids closing out the candlelit room.
He didn't even notice the glittering sparkles appearing in his room, nor how they rapidly gathered. However, he was forced to notice the near blinding light as more appeared and cumulated together.
Letting out a gasp of shock, Elliot turned onto his butt, scrambling to the head of his bed. What in the world…? He thought with bewildered puzzlement, blue eyes wide and mouth gaping. Maybe it's some sort of insect… like fireflies. Or the cousins of them, anyways… he tried to rationalized, though the idea was quickly thrown out the proverbial window as the lights clustered into a shape that looked like… a human.
And, as the light dimmed down and the sparkles disappeared, it turned out that was very much the case.
"What are ya doin', loungin' around, ya bum?"
Elliot blinked. There, where the sparkles had been, stood a rather large, grizzly man. His arms and legs were as thick as hams, his hair cropped short and pitch black. His sideburns were at the same length as the hair on the top of his head and trailed down into a thick, bushy mess of beard that nearly reached his collarbone. He wore a blacksmith's apron that hung to the top of his large thighs, and dark leather pants. Burn marks and scars riddled his arm and a particularly gruesome burn rested upon his cheekbone.
All in all, Elliot found that the man was rather intimidating.
The man, a blacksmith Elliot presumed, frowned before looking around the room. A snort escaped him before he walked over to the window. The blonde watched mutely, unsure if he had fallen asleep. What a peculiar dream…
"Ya just gonna stand there, slack jawed n' all, or ya gonna speak?" The graveled voice grumbled in amusement. Elliot swallowed hard and worked his mouth to try and find his voice.
"Eh, yes." He responded lamely, still in quite the shock. When the burly man lifted an eyebrow, Elliot flushed. Get yourself together, Elliot. "To the speaking, that is." He amended, face hot as his stupidity.
Remaining at the head of the bed, Elliot watched the man warily. "Who are you?" That seemed to be a sensible question. "What are you doing here?" another sensible question.
"Ya's fairy godfather."
"My what?"
Obviously, sensible questions didn't necessarily mean sensible answers. Elliot blinked. Oh, he knew of the fairy godparents. His nurse from when he was a child told stories about them. Apparently, a few children were gifted a fairy godparent at birth that helped them in times of need. Of course, he had always believed them for what they were; stories.
The self-proclaimed fairy godfather waved an impatient hand before gesturing towards the window; the castle was even brighter now that the sun had completely set. "Questions late'r, Elli-"
"Elliot," he corrected. He detested the nickname Elli.
Giving the blonde an amused, curious look, the burly man continued. "Elliot. Ya wantin' to get outta here, yeah?" The man waved his hand around in emphasis for 'here'. "Well, I can get ya outta here. O'course, there be one condition." This time, he waited for a response.
Of course there is a condition. When has anything ever came without strings? But Elliot decided to humor this man; if the other could really grant him the freedom he so dearly craved, he was willing to jump through a few hoops. "What condition?"
The burly man's grin gained a bit of slyness as he leaned heavily against the wall. From his belt, he produced a blacksmith's hammer and ran his finger down it absentmindedly. "Well, in order for ya to get ya freedom, without gettin' caught that is, ya gonna hafta attend that fancy ball."
Elliot blinked. Well, that made no sense. "In order to completely leave this estate and my step mother, I have to attend a ball… where my step mother and the guards are currently participating in?" This guy was an idiot. Narrowing his eyes. "I don't see how that's going to aide in my freedom. Why can't you just… sparkle me out of here? In fact, if you're able to get me to the ball, then why not just at the kingdom's border or even the courtyard?" He couldn't help the slightly hint of exasperation tinting his tone; this guy was on the brink of insane, if he hadn't already tumbled over the ledge.
His fairy godfather winked, before aiming his hammer at Elliot; the blonde flinched in return, sure that the man was going to toss the heavy looking tool at his head. "Oh, ya won't be attendin' in those rags. Naw, ya gotta fit in. Lesse see here…" squinting his eyes in concentration, he did a funny wave of his hammer, causing sparks to fly as though he hit burning hot metal.
Elliot began to feel tingling. It started at his toes, trailing up his legs, his torso, down his arms, up his neck, and over his face. The weird feeling soon enveloped his whole body and he felt himself growing warmer. Looking down in his body in fear, he saw his clothes melt, twist, stretch. The color brightened, changed, flickered, as though it couldn't decide what hue to remain. As he watched his pants and shirt turn into a long, flowing dress of the very color of blue that his eyes held, he saw something blonde creep over his shoulders. Gasping, his hands reached up to his head, where his messy blonde hair was replaced with long, wavy locks.
In a near panic, Elliot scrambled off his bed to the small table that sported a water basin and a mirror. Picking up the mirror, the boy let out a shocked noise.
"What- How- Why-" His voice was rather loud and a bit pitchy. Swallowing, he let the mirror drop to the table before turning around to throw a scowl at the burly man. "You've made me into a girl! What kind of sick, twisted man are you?!" He shouted, hand reaching to the table to grab the basin. He hoped his aim was true.
The man, instead of looking contrite, let out a hoot of laughter. "Nay, ya only look like 'em girls. Ya still got ya bits and lackin' them other parts." Elliot looked down, only faintly relieved to find his chest flat, even under all the ruffles and frills. "'sides, it ain't permanent. Naw, it'll end by midnight tonight, I reckon." Squinting his eyes again, the man looked as if he were considering something before pointing the hammer again.
Elliot believed his flinch was completely justified as glass slippers encased his feet. Fortunately, there wasn't a heel, as he had seen Drizella and Anastasia waltz around in. Of course, this small detail wasn't enough to quell the boy's fury.
Sparks escaped the hammer once more and Elliot, quite frankly, had enough. Tossing the basin as the sparkles gathered around him, he had just closed his eyes against the blinding light as he heard it clatter against the opposite wall. He felt extremely disappointed that it hadn't struck his intended target.
When the light had finally died down enough for him to look around, he realized he was inside a lavish carriage. The interior seats were a rich red, the walls pristine white. On the seat opposite from him sat the burly man, apron and grimy attire gone, now dressed in black formal attire. His hair was also neatly groomed, his beard braided neatly. He grinned. Elliot scowled.
"Where are we? I don't recall owning a carriage like this." He truly didn't enjoy this fairy godfather but, after a peek through the carriage window and seeing trees, he wasn't going to complain now. His chance for freedom was but a white, carriage door away.
"Oh, this be one of 'em lovely pumpkins I see growin' in the back." He crowed as he patted the wall firmly. "It will do, for now. Just like them clothes and hair, it'll be gone before ya know it. That is, at midnight." He reminded. Elliot crowded more into his corner as the stranger stretched out his legs; oh, he couldn't wait for his opportunity to leave. I've waited this long… he reminded himself, calming the itch to jump out. "Same with them mice, I should add." Elliot narrowed his eyes. His mice?
"Why must I go to this ball, anyways?" He growled, arms cross, nearly sulking in the corner. Lady Tremaine would have to be blind to not notice him, even with his hair now long and downed in a dress.
A chuckled escaped out of the man's mouth, easily audible over the clattering of the carriage over gravel; they must be near now, if the path was no longer dirt. "Well, that there is a secret. Now, now, don't narrow them blue eyes at me. Ya don't have to stay 'ery long. Just go in, greet that prince with all the rest of 'em girlies, 'n then ya can leave. Simple, yeah?"
Elliot's eyes lit up at a loophole; this man wouldn't make it past the front doors, who's to say Elliot actually did meet the prince? He could walk in and then, right back out the back door.
"O'course, that magic I placed on ya, it's charmed." At the deadpanned look Elliot was giving him, the burly man threw back his head in a roaring laughter. "Ya thought ya could slip one ov'r me, eh? Naw, if ya don't meet that prince and try to leave before, that magic will disappear." When the blonde didn't lose his spark of relief, the man leaned forward with a wide grin. "Dress 'n hair leave, ya just be ya. And them guards, they know ya. Ya won't step foot outside 'at castle without ya pretty dress and long hair."
Elliot's face dropped. "What? That's hardly fair! Why must I meet this prince, anyways?" He growled, jutting out his chin in a hint of defiance. "What has he got to do with me leaving?"
Instead of answering, the man leaned his head out the window before hollering, "We're here!" Elliot blinked and butterflies began to squirm in his stomach.
The carriage slowed to a stop and a greeter opened the carriage door. Elliot was quite ready to remain inside the white and red interior inside, but large, beef hands nudged their way underneath his arms and promptly lifted him out of the carriage. Letting out a noise of protest, he squirmed until finally, he was set on the ground.
Winking, the burly man settled back into the cushions. "Have fun, girly. 'n remember; midnight."
Elliot scowled at the man, before glancing hesitantly at the greeter; the plain faced servant simply stepped away from the carriage and gestured up the steps, where a couple of disinterest guards watched.
He didn't move yet. Instead, he stared up the stairs, quelling his nerves, before glancing to his side. The carriage had already rolled away; his fairy godfather wasn't anywhere in sight. He could just walk away, leave this whole kingdom behind.
A tingle started at his toes.
Sighing, Elliot moved towards the steps, careful to not step on the hem of his dress. He would go in, mutter his greetings, and leave. He would be gone before midnight, with enough time to leave the populated town still in disguise. This could work.
Nerves steeling against the flare of confidence in the plan, Elliot entered the castle.
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