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Authors note:
Yes, I know I said at the end of the last chapter that this would be the
final part and I had fully intended it to be, but since there was a lot
more to this chapter than I had realised and I can't seem to feel
comfortable writing stories that are more than around 20k in memory, I've
decided that this chapter will split into parts (most likely 3, but I
promise nothing).
Hope you enjoy it,
Sophie xxx
A Cinderella Spell - Chapter 6, The Fairy Tale Apocalypse Part 1
"Don't be so sad little one," the gaunt, grey skinned face said to me,
peering into my glass prison. "You will see that we're creating a better
world."
"A better world for who?" I spat at him. "Not for those you've just
transformed. And not for me either. I'm trapped in here, in the body of a
fairy!" I would have turned my back on him at that but with my dress and
my newly acquired wings pushing against the sides there was too much
friction to do it with any kind of conviction.
"You're in there because in your current state of mind, you are too
dangerous," Ulric replied calmly. "You have too much power and you could
ruin everything for everybody"
"How do I have too much power?" I asked. "In a matter of seconds you
transformed me from a witch to a fairy and have me imprisoned."
"You? A lowly witch? Oh no my dear, you are much more than that, you are
a sorceress!"
"A sorceress? How?"
"Merlin was very clever when he used all of his power to change the rules
of magic," Ulric started. "You see there are always two in the world who
have the sorcerer's mark, no more, no less. Always male, but there does
not seem to be any pattern as to who those will be. When Merlin used all
of his power to change the rules so that only females could use magic,
the sorcerer's mark meant nothing. It got passed on to someone new every
time the owner of the mark died without ever being activated. Until you."
"You mean, I had the mark when I was a boy and then when Monique
transformed me into a girl, it activated? That's why I can break the
witches rules?" I asked.
"Exactly there has never been a sorceress before," Ulric explained. "And
now not only are you a sorceress, but a fairy as well. You are your own
power source. You have the potential to be the most powerful being that
this world has ever seen. That's why we have to keep you contained. Until
you can see that what we are doing is for the good of those who wield
magic."
"You are transforming people against their will," I argued. "Those who
can wield magic! Spout your bullshit as much as you want. You are doing
what is best for you and nobody else!"
"You will soon see things from my point of view. And then you can be
free. Be thankful, while you are in containment, you will not starve, nor
thirst nor age nor sweat. You will remain the perfect fairy queen."
"Just tell me one thing. What did you do to the others? Where have they
gone?" I asked.
"Let's just say that their new forms are a little contagious. To be as
powerful as we can be, we need everybody in the world to be one of the
old creatures, so we sent them on a little trip to a highly populated
area."
Fairy Tale Apocalypse - Day 1 - Monique's Story
I was in a disused warehouse. A possessed Beth had turned me into some
kind of freak. Well, a centaur to be exact. I had just seen my Grandma
transformed into a unicorn and some other witches turned into a phoenix,
a dragon, a nymph, a dryad and a satyr. We were all still held mid air by
invisible bonds. I had four legs! I had a horses body with snowy white
fur. I had a tail! My hair had grown out to my waist where my human half
ended and my horse half began. I may have been a centaur, but I was still
a freak. The girly factor in me was grateful that my white and rose print
dress was still in tact, even if the skirt had gathered on my new horse
back. This wasn't enough to stop me feeling distraught though.
Just then a black vapour seemed to be flowing out of Beth, it moulded
itself into the shape of a human figure before it solidified into grey
skinned man in a hooded cloak. While whatever had possessed Beth had
already claimed to be Ulric, seeing this just confirmed it for me. That
stupid girl had gone and got herself possessed by Ulric. I told her not
to go out at night by herself. What was she thinking?
I could do nothing but watch as Beth then started shrinking, her
voluminous and puffy dress shrinking with her. As she shrank, wings
started to sprout from her back. I suddenly felt sorry for her. Out of
all of us that could have been transformed into a fairy, it was the one
who used to be a boy. If I could I would have traded places with her in
an instant. As Dean, she would have made quite the handsome centaur. Just
as she looked to be no more than six inches tall, a glass case appeared
around her, her new wings being slightly bent inwards, her dress puffing
upwards as the glass pushed in on it.
Ulric then said something about us causing some chaos and everything went
dark.
When I could see again, I wasn't in the dark and dank warehouse. I was in
daylight. Oh my god, I was in the middle of Picadilly Circus in London.
One of the busiest places in the world. I looked down. I was still a
centaur. I suddenly lost control of my new legs and collapsed on the
floor. By this time I was attracting quite a crowd. I managed to get back
onto my feet (hooves?) when I was approached by a smart looking business
woman in her late twenties, in a smart skirt suit.
"Oh wow, that looks amazing," she said. "Are you advertising a West End
show or something?" As she got within a couple of feet I felt something
discharge from me into her.
She started shrinking, her skin and hair turning green. She was becoming
a dryad. She turned to run, as she did she bumped into an older man. He
then started to grow horns on his forehead and as his trousers split,
they revealed his new, goat like legs. He was becoming a satyr. I could
hear screams all around me, I looked up and saw a dragon land on the top
of one of the taller buildings. I hoped that it was the witch who had got
transformed with me, but people were now transforming all around me, it
could have been anyone. Fairies, nymphs, dryads. I was surrounded by
them. I had to find my Grandma, she would know what to do. I hadn't seen
a unicorn yet. If the legends were true, Unicorns were quite rare,
hopefully that would be the case now.
"Monique."
I heard my Grandma's voice.
"Where are you?" I screamed. I couldn't see her anywhere amongst the
chaos.
"My voice is inside your head." It was true. I wasn't hearing her voice,
it was like I was thinking it. "Follow your instinct, it will guide you
to me."
I looked to my right, I saw a narrow side street, something was pulling
me in that direction. Still unsteady on my new hooves I started walking
(trotting?) towards it. As I gained more confidence I sped up into a full
gallop, avoiding the confusion and the chaos around me as more and more
people were transforming. My hope that there would only be one dragon was
dashed as I saw someone growing bat-like wings and scaly black skin.
I found a small alcove and in it, a unicorn.
"Grandma, is that you?" I asked.
"It is dear," the voice in my head said. "I don't have the vocal chords
to speak, but I can communicate telepathically in this form."
"What are we going to do?" I asked frantically.
"I don't know what we can do," she replied. My heart sank, Grandma always
knew what to do. "But for now, let's find somewhere quiet."
We wandered for some time. At this point, anybody who was still human had
got inside and locked the doors. Sensible strategy, they had clicked on
to what was happening. The creatures that were outside were in a state of
confusion and despair. Nymphs and dryads were sat on the pavements in
tears. As were many of the fairies, but perched on window sills and
street lights. They satyrs just looked depressed. Dragons and phoenix's
seemed to be flying round aimlessly.
We eventually stumbled into St James' park in Westminster. It wasn't
exactly quiet, but it was calm. The place was full of centaurs, like me.
"Is that a unicorn?" a voice shouted towards me. I looked to where it had
come from. It was a male centaur, he looked like he would have been
around eighteen as a human. Dark, wavy hair, down to his shoulders. His
horse body was brown with white patches. He was wearing a t-shirt that
looked entirely too tight. I wondered if he had got those muscles with
his new form or if he'd always had them and the tight t-shirt was on
purpose.
"THAT," I spat at him, "is my Grandma."
"I'm sorry," he said with his hands up in surrender. "It's just despite
all the crazy shit going on here, she's the first unicorn I've seen."
"Apology accepted young man," I heard my Grandma's voice. "But less of
the swearing please."
"Woah, that's weird," he said. "Are you telepathic? Can you read my
mind?"
"I communicate telepathically, but don't worry, I cannot read your mind."
"Why are all the centaurs here?" I asked him.
"I don't know," he responded. "I came this way and there was already a
few of us here. Maybe we're drawn to the greenery, maybe we've got a herd
mentality. Maybe a bit of both, we are part horse after all."
We got talking. Turned out his name was David, he was a student studying
biology, he had been hoping to become a vet. My guess at his age had been
bang on, eighteen. He was cute, if maybe a bit up himself.
"Have you heard how far this has spread?" I asked.
"I checked the news sites on my phone earlier," he replied. "Just reports
of mass panic, I'll try again now though, you don't know when the
services will go down."
He pulled his smart phone out of a rucksack that he had with him. It's
not like he had any pockets anymore, no doubt his trousers were in
tatters in the place where he first changed. After looking concerned at
his phone for a few minutes he looked up.
"It turns out that the same thing is happening in Edinburgh," he said.
"Edinburgh? Is there anything else?" I asked.
"Just warnings for people who haven't been 'infected' to stay indoors
until the authorities tell them it's safe," he laughed at that. "Like the
authorities have some plan to deal with fucking dragons, oops, sorry," he
apologised to my Grandma.
I tried to project my thoughts to my Grandma. "So what do we do now?" I
thought.
"At the moment, there's nothing we can do. Until Ulric reveals where he
is we're stuck and even then we may be powerless to do anything," she
projected back.
Shit. And to make things worse, I needed the toilet.
"David?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"I need the toilet, what's everybody been doing?"
"They've been going by the bushes over there," he pointed out. "We're
basically animals now and there's no horse accessible toilets that I know
of"
I went over to the bushes and just thanked the heavens for small mercies
that I didn't need a number two. It was still incredibly gross though.
I went back and joined the group. We decided it was getting late and we'd
need to get some sleep. Grandma laid down, I found the best way to get
comfortable was to lay on my side and rest my head on Grandma's tummy. It
was the start of a very restless sleep. I hoped Beth was ok, wherever she
was.
Fairy Tale Apocalypse - Day 2. Beth's Story
I woke up curled into a ball on the floor of my prison, the mass of
material that made up the skirt of my dress making quite a comfortable
makeshift bed. I slowly stood up and unfolded my wings. It felt good to
get them out. Even if I couldn't stretch them out as much as I'd like. I
took in my surroundings. We'd moved since I went to sleep last night. It
looked like I was in some medieval great hall. It was looking pretty
empty, except for a throne that was located to my left that sat Ulric. My
prison was hanging from the ceiling by a chain which swayed slightly with
every movement.
I turned around to view the back of the hall and saw that he'd replace
the back piece of glass with a mirror. I could actually see myself for
the first time since he'd transformed me.
Considering that I'd been in this dress for a couple of days now, I still
looked the perfect little fairy princess. My snowy white ball gown still
looked immaculate, my hair (which was still long enough to gather where
my skirts flared out) and makeup looked like I had just come out of a
beauticians, my ears were now pointed (I hadn't seen that before) and I
now had wings. They were dragon fly like, had violet veins and flecks of
gold in them. And to top it all off, I still had the tiara on top of my
head. I tried to take it off but it was stuck, like it was glued in
place. I reached round to the back of the dress to undo the laces holding
me in but the bow held fast. I pulled on the puffy sleeves to see if I
could get my arms out but was again met with failure. It was like the
dress was a part of me now.
"What are you doing our sweet?" Ulric had noticed what I was trying to do
and was still talking about himself like he was two separate people.
"It's not like you have anything else to wear, unless you want people to
see you naked? But that wouldn't be a good look for a fairy sorceress
would it? We need to present a good impression."
Just then, the doors at the other end of the hall opened and a male
centaur walked in with a bag.
"I have captured them, my lord," he announced as he pulled five jars to
show Ulric what he had captured.
Five fairies. All girls. Three were completely naked and were trying to
hide their shame. One looked like she had stolen dolls clothing from a
princess Barbie and the fifth one had fashioned a skirt out of an upside
down rose flower and had tied a scrap of material around her upper body
to cover her breasts, but still showed off her naval. Now that was a cute
look for a fairy. All five of them looked at me as if I could help them
somehow, not seeing that I also was imprisoned, only that I appeared to
be of royalty.
Suddenly, their eyes glazed over as Ulric started to speak, like they
were being hypnotised.
"You will obey us," he started. "You will fly to the continents beyond
the seas, where you will spread our little pandemic. Do you understand?"
All five nodded their heads that they did.
"Then you may fly," the centaur released them from their jars and one by
one they flew out of the hall.
"You're doing this to the world?" I squealed. "You may have turned us
into freaks, but you're the monster!"
"We're a monster?" he asked. "We shall show you the real monster!" he
said as he waved his hand and a shimmering screen appeared in front of
us.
What it showed appeared to be inside the White House, where several men
dressed in suits were discussing the situation, including the President.
"Do we know what has caused the situation?" the President asked.
"No sir," said one of his advisers. "But we do know that there have been
two points of origin, one in central London and one in Edinburgh. It has
spread like wildfire across southern England and Wales and all of
Scotland. Only parts of Northern England seem to be clear of it but it's
not going to be long before the entire country is infected."
"Have we managed to get in contact with the Prime Minister?"
"No, but we have it on good authority that the British parliament are
locked up in their nuclear bunker. All forms of communication seem to be
down"
"So are we thinking that this is some kind of terrorist attack, some kind
of biological weapon?"
"Honestly sir, we just don't know. But a biological weapon that can turn
people into dragons? If it is, then it's way beyond anything we have been
working on"
"Any plan of action?"
"Just one. We nuke Britain before it can spread"
"Nuke? You've got to be kidding me. Have we even tried to study what is
happening?"
"We had an agent try to capture one for study, he transformed into a four
foot, green skinned girl before he got within a meter of the subject. And
that was in a full bio hazard suit."
"But still, nuke the place? Those are still people over there. No doubt
scared shitless as to what is happening to them"
"I don't like it either Mr President. But those dragons, fairies and
phoenix's can fly. It's only a short flight from England to France. From
there they can infect everybody in Europe, Asia and Africa. They might
even be able to make it over here, and if they do, there's nothing we can
do about it."
"Let me think about it," the President said as the screen disappeared.
"You see," Ulric said to me. "They would rather destroy everybody, than
go through a change. A change that will save this world. Soon they'll
have their own problems to worry about that they will forget all about
us"
"How will this save the world?" I yelled.
"Humans, they think they own everything, that they can do as they please.
In our time, there was balance, humans were not the dominant force,
although they would have liked to have been. Dragons were. Dragons
stopped any species from becoming too dominant. Humans were on a level
playing field with everything else. As soon as Merlin changed everything,
what happened? Humans destroyed forests, humans caused the extinction of
animals and humans sent this planet to it's own destruction. We are the
cure for this cancer called humanity. You will soon see and you will soon
join us!" he lectured.
"Humans aren't perfect, but I will never help you!" I said as I crossed
my arms in defiance. He looked into my prison and straight into my eyes.
"You will join us, you will see that what we are doing is right."
And for a moment, I agreed with him, in my mind. Maybe he can bring
balance to this world and I would love to be a part of that. I felt a
sudden judder and I was back in my frame of mind.
"You can't manipulate me like those other fairies," I said to him,. "As
soon as I get out of this prison, you are going to regret all of this," I
had a new sense of purpose. He was obviously keeping me trapped in here
as I was a threat to him. I will get out.
"The only way you're getting out of there," he said. "Is as our servant
and lover, you will bow down to me one day."
6 Months after the day that would become known as the Fairy Tale
Apocalypse - Monique's Story
St James' Park had become home to the centaurs. At least some of us
anyway. We heard that there were other settlements around the country,
all in green areas. It turns out that centaurs are natural hunters and
are excellent with long range weapons. I had taken to using a bow and
arrow that I had scavenged from a specialist sports shop to go hunting
with. David had been using a rifle but soon followed suit with me when it
became clear that ammunition would soon run out.
Turns out that centaurs are natural carnivores. Veg didn't do anything
for us. In fact, it made us violently ill. That had caused some problems
in the early days as many of us had been vegetarians as humans. Grandma
and the other unicorns (in a park of around five hundred centaurs, there
were only four unicorns. They seemed to be as elusive as the legends made
them out to be) were the opposite, they only fed on fruit, veg and local
plant life.
The dragons generally kept themselves to themselves, occasionally feeding
on various animals, but only when they needed to in order to survive. It
was scary when they turned on you though, a couple from our herd had been
taken, but they generally left us alone. We had the weapons to scare them
off, they usually went for easier targets. Grandma had tried to
communicate with one telepathically but she sensed no trace of its
humanity.
The phoenix's were hardly ever seen. They didn't need to eat or drink and
seemed to be very solitary creatures.
The dryads were busy growing trees wherever they could. Many species of
tree that none of us centaurs had ever seen before were now growing out
through the tarmac and concrete of the streets of London. This brought a
whole new meaning to the term. "concrete jungle.," The fairies seemed to
hang around with them as they were drawn to making homes in the trees
that the dryads grew.
As for the Satyrs and the Nymphs? Let's just say they had a high libido
and seemed to be made for each other. Orgasmic screams could be heard all
day and night.
Things had pretty much settled down. There was still the confusion as to
what had caused all this but nobody didn't have any answers (except for
me and Grandma, but we weren't letting on). I still worried about Beth,
but since we didn't have a clue where she was and Ulric hadn't made
himself known, there was nothing we could do.
David and I were walking through the park holding hands. We had grown
quite fond of each other and were something of a couple now. He had taken
to showing off his bare, muscular chest and didn't wear any clothes at
all. I was still partial to a pretty dress. As long as the skirt wasn't
too long or too tight I could still pull it off. I had my now extremely
long hair tied into a thick braid. One of the other centaur girls,
Denise, had wanted to braid my tail too. We tried it but it just felt
wrong.
Anyway, as I was saying, David and I had were walking hand in hand around
the park when we saw a fairy girl in what looked to be a rose flower
fashioned into a skirt and boob tube (not that we had seen any fairy boys
mind, they all seemed to be girls), she was crying.
Now a few months ago, this was a very common site, everybody was
extremely emotional but now most seemed to have settled with their new
lot in life. I supposed she could have been a recent transformee but we
thought all the humans had either been transformed or died of starvation
months ago.
"Hey there," I said soothingly as I knelt to her on my front knees.
"What's up?"
"I've done something terrible," she whimpered. "But it wasn't my fault, I
couldn't control it."
"It can't be all that bad," I tried to console her.
"I didn't want to do it, but I flew all around the world, changing people
in different countries, but the man in black made me do it," she wailed.
"The man in black?" I asked curiously.
"Yes, he must have hypnotised me or something, he told me to and I
couldn't resist."
Ulric, I thought. It has to be.
"What's your name?" I asked the fairy.
"It was Derek," she said almost shamefully, well at least that confirmed
my suspicions about all fairies being girls. "But since I was changed
I've been going by Debbie."
"Ok Debbie," I said. "This man in black, did he have a fairy with him,
trapped in a glass case?"
"He did, I thought she must have been royalty or something, she was
wearing a gown and a tiara."
Beth, it was definitely Ulric then.
"Where was he when you saw him?"
"Edinburgh, he was in Edinburgh Castle."
This changes everything, I thought. If he's still got Beth, we have to go
there.
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