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I haven't written anything in ages, but after doing Cinderella Week in January, I was inspired to write my own version of Cinderella. I've always loved the Middle Ages, especially the Crusades and I thought that a war was a perfect setting for Cinderella. I'm still at the beginning stages, but I have the general storyline down, so I want to be able to post a couple chapters a month.
I have used several inspirations for the story, primarily the movies Ever After, A Little Princess and the book "Before Midnight."
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Setting:
Vezelay, France between the years 1182-1192
Cast
Marcella//Cendrella de Bourde; 7-17 years old
André de Bourde; 10-21 years old – Marcella’s older brother
who leaves for the 3rd Crusades in 1189
Philippe de Bourde – Marcella’s father, a wealthy merchant
Carolina de Bourde – Marcella’s mother who
left when her daughter was seven
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Lady Ysobella le Bastone– The cruel stepmother who has a
vendetta against the de Bourde household
Lady Constance le Bastone; 11-18 years old – The older
stepsister who can be as cruel as her mother
Lady Marguerite la Bastone; 6-13 years old – The younger
stepsister who can not stay out of trouble
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Lord Leon Arpetian – The lord of Vezelay. One of the
wealthiest men in France and a distant cousin to the queen of France.
Lord Lucien (Luc) Arpetian; 22 – Lord Leon’s younger
son who fights in the 3rd Crusades
Lord Bayard Arpetian; 28 – Lord Leon’s older son, who is thought to be dead
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Matthias – a lonely leper who is befriended by Marcella
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Chapter One.
Vezelay, France,
1182
Marcella de Bourde
had dealt with separation and death from an early age.
When she was seven her
mother came into her room and told her she was leaving. The little girl’s room
was dark and fire was beginning to die. Mother who always looked so beautiful
now looked older, more tired and worn out. For the last several days Mother had
been ill and had stayed in bed where Marcella and her older brother, Andre,
were forbidden to visit her. A week or so before, Marcella herself, had been
ill, but had recovered. She assumed that Mother would get better too.
“Where
are you going?” Marcella asked, hoping Mother would take her with her.
“No
place that I can take you, dear child,” replied her mother in a soft voice.
“When
will you return?”
“I…”
Mother began, “My darling, I…may not return. I’m not sure, yet.”
It
took a few seconds for Marcella to process what her mother had just said.
Mother not come back? She could never remember her mother not being there with
her. Always with her, teaching her, playing with her and now this sickness,
whatever it was, was taking her away forever.
“You’re
going to a hospital, where they will make you better,” Marcella said, daring to
believe that it was the truth, but her heart told her otherwise.
“I
am going to a type of hospital, but I cannot guarantee that you will be able to
see me or that I will ever return home,” said Mother as she started to cough.
Marcella
started to cry, “You can’t leave! You can’t leave me or Father or Andre.”
“Darling,”
Mother said as she took her daughter in her arms, “If I return or not, you must
promise me one thing. Please promise me.”
“Anything
Mother,” said Marcella holding her tightly.
“Promise
me that you will always be brave and be good to people. Listen to your father
and your brother and they will teach you what I can not.”
“I
will try, Mother.”
“No,
you cannot try, you must” Mother said looking into her daughter’s eyes, “You
must for me.”
Marcella
was shaking all over. All of this was happening so fast. Was it a dream? Oh
please, God, if you are real, let this be a dream!! And yet, she knew that it
was real and no prayer to an invisible god could change that.
“All
right, Mother,” said Marcella slowly, “I will be brave and I will be good. I
will listen to Father and Andre.”
“Then
you will be all right.” Mother said as she hugged her daughter tightly. She kissed
her forehead and let her go. She got off of Marcella’s bed and left the room.
There
in the dark Marcella replayed what had just happened. Mother was leaving and
she told her to be brave and good. How could she be brave and good without
Mother? Suddenly, she jumped out of her bed and ran across the cold stone
floor, but she couldn’t feel the coldness in her feet at all and neither did
she care.
Marcella
ran out of her room, down the stairs and saw her mother walking out the door.
Outside the sun was coming up over the trees and Father was in the cart with a
sad and lost look on his face.
“Mother!”
Marcella cried, “Don’t go please! Please don’t go!”
She
would have run out the door had not Andre, who was ten, grabbed her and held
her back.
“Marcy,”
he said, “You have to let her leave.”
“No!”
she cried as she struggled without success against her taller, stronger
brother, “She can’t leave us!”
Mother
was about to climb onto the cart when she turned around just for a moment.
Marcella stopped struggling when Mother looked at her with her kind and
generous smile.
“Remember,”
she said quietly, “Be brave and be good to people.” And then she took Father’s
hand and climbed onto the cart. Marcella watched in silence as her parents rode
down the dirt road. The sun now fully in the sky with promises to be a
beautiful spring day.
Yet, Marcella now had her own
promise to keep
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Three
weeks later, Father told Marcella and Andre that their mother was never coming
back. All had cried, even Andre, who never cried. The servants wept and the
animals seemed quieter than usual. The whole farm changed from happiness to
sorrow at the knowledge that Mistress Carolina la Bourde would never return.
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Afterwards,
all of Mother’s clothes and bedding had to be burned. Marcella didn’t
understand, but Father had said that it was because of her illness and so the
sickness didn’t spread. He went on to say that they had to do the same with
several of Marcella’s possessions, however she hadn’t remembered that. She must
have been to sick to remember any of that.
As
she watched her mother’s clothing burn, Marcella remembered her father telling
her the story of the magical bird from Greek mythology called the Phoenix. An animal that
died by bursting into flames and turned into ashes. From those ashes the bird
would be reborn into a stronger and more powerful Phoenix.
All
though she did not know it at the time, that very day was the day that Marcella
became a Phoenix.
Ooh, I can already tell this is going to be good! I can't wait to see where this heads. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteSounds like a fun read, Ivy! Best of luck with your story - knowing it's a. a fairytale re-telling and b. inspired by (in part) Ever After and I'm more than a little excited! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you! I hope you enjoy it : )
DeleteNice opening! And I like that you have a character list all put together too. You seem to have everything all thought-out!
ReplyDeleteAnd I just tagged you on my blog. :)
DeleteOhh, I'm so happy the Cinderella party inspired you and this is all super intriguing. I can't wait to see what happens! ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteMy goodness!!! Your style of writing is incredible!
ReplyDeleteI tagged you over at http://theoddlifeofegy.blogspot.com/2016/01/the-blogging-about-blogs-tag.html
If you want to do it, awesome! If not, das cool too. :)
Thank you; that means a lot to have you say that : )
DeleteYou're the 4th person to tag me for that tag! Thanks! I'll do it soon.