Narrator:

Once upon a time, in a far away land, a young girl sat on a couch. This girl's name happened to be Levy. Some people called her Cinderella. Why? Her step-father, smoked and burned her with the tips of his cigar. Levy; wearing a dress that hasn't been washed for ages, walks around with cinder on her. Sometimes, when Levy does go into the village, the people around her stop and stare at the cindered maiden.

And so, the adventure she eventually takes on...

AWAITS

Levy (Cinderella):

Why hello there! My name is Levy, Levy McGarden, or as some others know me as Cinderella. Today was a slow day, filled with dusting and wiping off booze from the coffee table. As I made my way to the kitchen sink to clean myself up, father approached from the door-way.

"Go get cleaned up. You smell and look like shit!" He yelled as he sliced me on the shoulder.

"Y-Yes sir." I replied wincing in pain.

Father, or should I say, Step-Father? Ever since my mother passed recently, he has been using me as an ash tray. I've been beaten, bruised, cut, punched, slapped, kicked, you name it.

I rushed to the kitchen door-way and gently pushed on the door. It opened with a loud 'CREAK'. Once I made my way to the kitchen I slowly turned on the water. I rinsed my arms and face. I grabbed a damp cloth and started to wipe my back gently, trying not to force my old wounds from bursting.

I made way to the living room. It smelled highly of ash. The air was grim, and smoke-filled. The black curtains absorbing every ray of sunshine this day held. I sprinted to the couch and faced my back toward my step-father.

"I hope this burns; a lot." He smiled grimly with his crooked black teeth.

I simply nodded. What could I do? Speak up and tell him not too? Like he would listen to me in any way shape or form. I looked towards the wall and relaxed my muscles. Having read most of my life, I have learned to ease pain so it doesn't hurt as much.

"Here I go." He responded hoarsely.

"Yes, sir." I said in a monotone.

All my mother left me before she passed away was her library. When she met my step-father all he really did was abuse the both of us. Having my thoughts interrupted, I suddenly felt burning and scorching dust fall on to my back. Knowingly of what was to come, I winced and hissed under my breath. After a few more cigars' landing on my back, he finally dismissed me. Once dismissed, I ran to my room and pulled out my favorite book of all time. The title reading the name of

'Cinderella'

I caressed the front cover and slid the cover up and of to the side to begin my adventure. Cinderella; it really is an interesting story. The thought of the name did repeat in my mind thousands of millions of times. I know enough to connect dots. Surely enough, I wasn't the books 'Cinderella' but I was my own. I read for a couple of hours before realizing the time. Supper time.

I rushed down the stairs with the sound of my feet making contact with the floor. Once I made it to the kitchen, I scrambled for the items needed for the recipe. The meal being beef stew, one of my mother's favorite. I stirred the beef and the broth slowly, seeing my horrid reflection. I looked like and eye sore. While the stew sat cooking and humming on the stove, I got out one plate, and one spoon. All the dinner I really got, was a small piece of bread. Yet still, I was grateful, for at least one will be enough.

"Sir, your food is ready." I quietly squeaked.

"Hmph! By the way runt, you need to go to the village tomorrow." Father replied.

"Yes, sir!" I looked down, admiring my shoeless feet.

"I'll give you the list of things I need in the morning." He grumpily snorted.

"Yes, thank you." I murmed.

Running of to my room, I grabbed a small piece of bread. My figure is small, due to the bread. This would be the first time being to the village since mother passed. I was excited.

I haven't seen my best- friend or should I say sister, in months. I hope to find her in the village. Why is she not here? Well, I managed to successfully release her from our step-father's clutches. It was the least I could do for Luna. Luna; her beautiful blue hair waves gently, she wears an orange dress, she also has glowing brown eyes. The sad part? She is only a mere nine years old now.

Her having to fend for herself. However, I have seen some letters slip away from my father's pockets. She is now being taken care of by a girl name Lucy. Lucy Heartfilia, if I am correct.

I slowly waked to 'Cinderella' and began to read again. I could read this book for hours.

Having lived in the attic for three months, I usually have some animal visitors. My most common? His name; Pantherlilly. Lilly, is but a mere black cat that can fly. This cat can also talk.

He tells of me of stories that graze the land. He also tells me of his owner. A man named Gajeel. He tells me Gajeel is to be made King in a mere two or three days.

I slowly put the the book down and curled into the wooden floor. Sleep started to yell my name. So slept I did.