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rosewoodcafe · 4 months ago

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Cinderella Ominis AU

This is a comedic retelling of Cinderella; hence this is not meant to be taken seriously lol

I had so much fun writing this I may do more for different fairytales as well.

Also to preface this is heavily based off the Disney version of the story, even including some songs

Thank you so much for letting me borrow Rhea @amethystandemma

And at the bottom of the story is a wonderful drawing done by @stein0806

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Thank you for reading,, I hope you enjoy!

Once upon a time there was a young boy, from a far away kingdom, who lived in a noble home with his kind family. His father passed early into his life, which left his heartbroken mother to raise him.

Noctua, being a widow, had to make sure her family stayed afloat in the troubled times while the kingdom dealt with a wave of disease. She invited her brother, and his two children, to live in the home she and Ominis shared.

Her brother Corvinus and his two children Marvolo and Isolt, were cruel to young Ominis, pushing the blind boy around and treating him like a peasant. His mother Noctua would stop all teasing the boy would receive, reprimanding the two older boys for their unkind behavior. This only prolonged the inevitable, as Noctua’s brother insisted that Ominis has to be a better man in order to secure the family line.

Noctua tucked her boy into bed that night, his face slightly swollen from being pushed to the ground that afternoon. She placed a small kiss on his head as he let silent tears out.

“Why do they hate my mother?” The boy asked.

“They do not hate you,” Noctua responded, petting his head and pushing hair out of his face. “They simply do not understand you is all.”

“But they treat me so poorly, and I have done nothing to them.” He said, wiping a tear from his cheek.

“I know…” She paused, looking at her son. “Did you know you have one power over them though?” She asked, his face perking up.

“I do?”

“Yes babe.” She smiled. “You have the power to be kind to them, and that kindness will make you a better person then they shall ever be.”

The boy looked confused, not responding right away.

“How does being kind give me power?” He asked finally.

“Your kindness gives you power because it attests to the fact that you can be kind to even the most unkind of people, and live to still be a positive force in this world.” She placed a kiss on his forehead, tucking in the sides of his blanket. Then unhooked a necklace from her neck. “I wish for you to have this.”

She tied the necklace, which had a small clock on it, around Ominis’s neck. “What for mother?” He asked.

“For you to always remember that you are you, and nobody shall ever change that.” She smiled and walked closer to the door. “Goodnight my flower, sleep well.”

“Goodnight mother, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~~~~~

A few months later Noctua passed from the disease that plagued the kingdom, all of her will was given to Ominis when he came of age, but until then was held by his uncle. As Ominis sobbed at his mothers bedside, his uncle made a few changes to everyday life around the manor, first by firing all of the staff that worked in the home, and replacing it with a ten year old Ominis. He then ordered Ominis to sleep on the top floor of the tallest tower in the home, only to come down when he had to work.

Ominis, with no other options and nowhere else to go, obeyed his uncle's commands. His cousins lived the lavish lifestyle they always wanted, using the money that his mother left for him to inherit one day.

The days grew long, and Ominis grew tired easily, the hard labor slowly wearing him down. The top tower was falling apart, rain easily getting in during the wet months, and the winter chill near freezing him during the cold months. Ominis began to sneak down stairs during the rainfall and snowstorms to sleep next to the servants fireplace. Curled like a cat, he slept amongst the ashes and cinder, soaking in the warmth of the dying fires.

“Oh god look at that beast!” Marvolo laughed. Ominis woke quickly from his curled position, rubbing his eyes. “He’s like a racoon!” Marvolo laughed harder.

“He’s sleeping in the cinders! Ha! This peasant can’t even sleep in a bed!” Isolt pointed, Ominis’s torn clothes covered in ash. He held himself as the two boys berated him, letting him know how worthless they deemed him to be.

This torture continued on for years.

Ominis grew into a man, growing into his tall frame, but growing muscle from the manual labor he was forced to do. He was more handsome than ever, and if he were still allowed to dress like the nobleman he was, the women in town would be all over him. Instead he was stuck in his working clothes, being passed in plain sight amongst the other working towns folk.

A dream is a wish your heart makes…

~~~~~

The morning sun had not yet risen, just barely peeking beyond the horizon. Ominis was sleeping peacefully within his bed. The thought of freedom filling his dreams. Two little blue birds came flying in, chirping so lightly, stirring him while he slept. He smiled as he woke, sitting up slightly.

“Good morning.” He yawned, stretching up. “Nice to see you haven’t forgotten about me.”

The little bird chirped in response, and Ominis chuckled.

“I was only joking, I knew you wouldn’t forget about me.”

Little mice sat atop the window sill, looking at the boy who sat in bed, with his hair disheveled. The bird chirped again as Ominis hummed.

“How did I sleep? Well I had a wonderful dream, and because of it I slept wonderfully.” Ominis hummed. The bird chirped once more in response. “Tell you about it? I should think not, at least not unless I don’t want it to come true!”

The bird once more chirped, almost in a pouty sense.

“Well, I can’t tell you because a dream is a wish your heart makes, and unless you don’t want it to come true then you mustn’t tell a soul.” He sighed. “I can only imagine my dream coming true, but surely one day it will.” He smiled softly.

“A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams, you will lose your heartache

Whatever you wish for, you keep

Have faith in your dreams, and someday

Your rainbow will come smiling through

No matter how your heart is grieving

If you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true…”

The clock chimed three times, signaling the start of the day for the kingdom. The mice scurried away, and the blue birds flew off in a fright.

“Alright, alright you damn clock! I’m awake!” Ominis huffed, pulling himself out of bed to prepare for the day. Even with his blindness, Ominis had practically memorized the layout of his home, being able to effortlessly move about. Maybe it was magic, or maybe he was just used to moving about without sight, but it was a wonder on its own.

He moved down the steps of the tower, opening the curtains as he went. Corvinus and his sons were still fast asleep as Ominis moved through the house. As he started to make a breakfast for the three men, he made his own small serving of porridge. The sun was starting to warm the comfortable spring morning, and Ominis picked up the large bucket of chicken feed, walking to the back where the chickens clucked.

“Good morning everyone!” He spoke as he tossed the feed about, his childhood horse rising from its pen and walking over to Ominis, who gently patted his mane. “And good morning to you as well sir.”

Above the yard where Ominis started his day, stood a large figure who watched from the window with disgust. This stain on the family, Corvinus thought, he needs to be stomped out before his eighteenth birthday, or I will lose everything that I have built up. He scoffed, closing the shades that gave him the view of the boy. Corvinus hated Ominis, whether it be because of Ominis’s persistence of being kind, or how he looked identical to his perfect sister, he never could put behind him the overwhelming hatred for him even when his sister died. So as the years passed his resentment only grew, and turned him into an older bitter man, whose sons could only create illegitimate children for the house.

In his grumbling manner Corvinus made his way down the elegant marble steps, counting things that he would tell Ominis to get done before the sun sets that afternoon. Quickly enough a smiling Ominis walked through the kitchen doors, dropping his demeanor as soon as he felt his uncle's presence.

“What has got you so giddy, boy!” Corvinus spat. Ominis didn’t answer, staying silent in fear of a lashing out from his uncle. “Speak! Now!”

“I’m sorry Uncle, the weather is just wonderful at this hour is all.” Ominis responded quickly.

“Well since you have the time to be happy, I have tasks for you.” Corvinus grunted. “The terrace, clean it, all the curtains, wash them, each step needs to be polished and the outside trees trimmed. This all will be done before sundown today, if you fail to do so there will be consequences.”

“But sir-”

“And wake my two sons.” Corvinus waved his hand in the air, shooing Ominis away. “I will not tell you twice.”

Ominis pursed his lips, but made his way up the steps, hearing the distant snores of his cousins. A light knock on the first door brought no noise on the other side. Ominis creaked the door open, the snores even louder than before. Waking them never got any easier, only more inconvenient as they only wanted to harm him as soon as he stepped foot into their room.

One step. Two steps. Ominis felt it, a pile of clothes left in the path so he would fall on the way to Marvolo’s bed. He kicked it aside, walking slowly to the side of the bed, opening the large curtains. Marvolo moaned as the sun lit the room up, rolling to his side where the curtains had not yet been drawn. Ominis once again walked carefully across the room, opening up the curtains. Marvolo angrily woke up, and Ominis quickly left to avoid the temper tantrum that would come from his cousin.

Isolt had managed to make a maze of traps in his room, furniture that was moved and clothes scattered about, but Ominis made his way to the curtains, opening them to allow the sun to peek through. Isolt groaned, but didn’t put up too much of a fight as Ominis opened the second set of curtains.

Ominis began on his tasks set out for him, the sun rising higher and higher in the day, wishing he could be doing something other than this.

~~~~~

Across the kingdom, at the harbor, a ship was docking with none other than Princess Rhea, returning from her long study abroad. She had been summoned to return after the news of her father’s decline in health, in order to maintain the peace of the kingdom, and perhaps find a king to help her rule as well. She was less than excited for this, as she had put off the meeting of suitors for far too long, making her options slim to none. All she had been thinking about was the dream she had, one of a clock on a chain, she had no understanding of it, but for some reason she could not forget it. The castle halls were stunning, guards at the ready as she passed through. Her father was in his office, and even with the door shut she could clearly hear every word he said.

“She must marry soon, if I am to ever see this kingdom thrive past my rule she must!” He shouted. Rhea laughing softly before opening the door, her father red in the face shouting at his poor advisor. “I need a ball!” He saw his daughter walk through the door and his face lit up. “My dear Rhea, oh how blessed I am to see you my dear.” They hugged after not seeing each other for months.

“It is good to see you father,” Rhea said, “I’ve missed you dearly.”

“As have I!” The king said, waddling back to his desk. “Send out those invitations you idiot!” He yelled at his advisor, who quickly picked up the stack of envelopes, then ran out of the study. “How have you been my dear?”

“Wonderful father, but I may say there are more important matters to discuss-”

“No no, what you shall know is tonight we are holding a celebration for your return!”

“Father is this really the best ti-”

“No better time than the present my dear Rhea, we shall find you a husband, and this kingdom will thrive further after my death.”

“But-”

“I will see you then, for now you are dismissed!”

Rhea sighed and walked out, unable to battle her father’s wishes. As upset as she was, she knew this ball would amount to nothing, as nobody would be able to catch her eye, nor check all the boxes she had for a future king.

~~~~~

Ominis was trimming the trees of the manor as a carriage pulled closer to the home. A man stepped out and walked toward Ominis.

“Are you the master of this home?” He asked.

“Um… no?”

“Well this is for the master of the home,” the servant said, “shall you give it off to him?”

“I- yes, for what exactly is it for?”

“Read it young lad! Are you daft!”

“Not daft sir, just blind.”

“Good god I would think so.” The man huffed as he walked back to the carriage. It left as quickly as it came, leaving Ominis more confused than ever.

Ominis walked back inside, finding the drawing room where all three men were at, Isolt and Marvolo playing chess, while Corvinus read a book. Ominis stayed silent for a moment before clearing his throat.

“You sniveling-” Marvolo started.

“What is it boy?” Corvinus asked, cutting his son off.

“A letter sir.” Ominis replied, walking over to the sofa that his Uncle sat upon. Corvinus snatched the letter away, opening and reading its contents quickly.

“A ball!” He said shocked. “The princess has returned, and they demand every eligible bachelor to attend!”

“Really father?” Isolt stood from his seat excited. “We shall have a chance to marry a princess!”

“You won’t,” Marvolo snarled, “but I most certainly will!”

The two boys bickered as Ominis was lost in thought. A ball? How wonderful that sounded, a night of freedom from the horribleness that was this home. Before he could even think his words slipped out. “Perhaps I could go too, as they do state every eligible bachelor.”

Corvinus looked at his nephew, a disgusted look across his face, but as the seconds ticked past, a wicked smile took its place. “Perhaps you may come my nephew.” Marvolo and Isolt looked shocked, their father would never allow Ominis to leave the house. “You will have to finish your chores first, along with fixing up my sons and my own suit, and if you have a proper enough suit to join us, then you shall be able to go.”

Ominis’s eyes grew wide. “Oh thank you Uncle! I will get everything done, I promise!” The young man rushed out of the room, a smile across his face.

“Father, you can’t be serious!” Marvolo protested. “He is a servant boy now! He’s not fit to meet a prince-”

“My son, do you think I don’t know that?” Corvinus laughed. “He will not have a moment to prepare for the ball, as you two will keep him distracted so he has no time to prepare.”

“Father-” Isolt started.

“I am entrusting you two to keep that boy in line.” Corvinus put his book back up, picking up where he left off. “Now do as you're told, you have a princess to woo later.”

“Yes Father,” both boys said, before leaving the room.

~~~~~

The sun was lowering, letting Ominis know that his time was running out, but every time he turned around Marvolo and Isolt needed something else. A demand on his time left him panicking over how he would prepare his own suit in time.

I need these socks washed, for they are the only ones that match my pants.

You must sew the arm back onto my shirt, it seems to have fallen apart.

The sole of my dress shoes are broken, fix them.

The tugging back and forth made it so when the clock tower struck six, the three men were dressed in their finest attire, but Ominis, well he was dressed in his rags. Corvinus was proud of his boys for doing the job he assigned them, and Ominis was trying his hardest to hold himself together.

“Perhaps next time you shall be able to attend young boy.” Corvinus commented as they walked out the door. “For now, watch over the house, we will be home long after dark.”

“Of course, sir.”

Corvinus shut the door, and Ominis felt the silence of the house haunt him. Tears started to break through his eyes, and all he could do was run, out the back door, down to the riverside where his mother was buried, under her favorite willow tree. He collapsed over her grave, sobs escaping his tired body.

“Mother, I can’t do this anymore!” He cried out. “They take my kindness as an advantage, they use me till I am nothing! Mother-” Ominis pressed his hand against the grave, it’s cold stone unresponsive to his cries.

In a moment, the air felt lighter, and the wind had started to blow a little harder. Ominis started sobbing on the floor, until a loud pop caught his attention.

Wiping his eyes he called out, “who’s there?”

“It’s only me.” A boy called out. “Merlin, this dirt gets everywhere.”

“Who are you?!” Ominis stood over his mothers grave, defending the one safe space in this home.

“Oh shoot! I forgot my lines,” The boy searched through his robe pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, and began reading it aloud, “I am Sebastian, your fairy godfather, it seems you are in dire need of my assistance since you have activated your mother’s spell.”

“My mother- Sebastian?” Ominis stumbled over his words, confusion pouring out. “Fairy Godfather?!”

“It’s all a bit much but you’ll get used to it,” Sebastian patted Ominis on the shoulder. “Anyway, time to get down to business.”

Sebastian cracked his knuckles, searching down into his robes again. “Blasted things, I told them they were too big!” He dug his hands through his pockets, pulling out his wand. “Ah found it!” Sebastian pointed his wand away from the willow tree with Noctua’s grave under it. “Might as well test to see if it works, hm? Crucio!” A bolt of red lighting launched from the tip of his wand hitting a faraway tree. “YUP! STILL WORKS!” He cackled maniacally before clearing his throat. “Alright, what were those words… oh right Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!

Salagadoola mechicka boola

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Put them together and what have you got

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Salagadoola mechicka boola

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

It'll do magic, believe it or not

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Yes, salagadoola means

Mechicka booleroo

But the thing mabob that does the job

Is bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Salagadoola menchicka boola

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Put them together and what have you got

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Yes, salagadoola means

Mechicka booleroo

But the thing mabob that does the job

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Salagadoola menchicka boola

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Now you put them together what have you got

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Bibbidi-bobbidi, bibbidi-bobbidi

Bibbialta do-do-do-do-boo!"

His song brought together a pumpkin that turned into a beautiful carriage; all of Ominis’s animals were transformed into footmen, drivers, and horses. Ominis was thrilled as his friends, who were now humans instead of animals, helped him toward his carriage.

“Oh, have a good time!” Sebastian called out, turning before he whipped back around. “Wait a damn minute, you cannot go to the ball looking like that!”

“Looking like what?” Ominis snapped back.

“Like a rat that just ate someone’s toe who had the plague,” Sebastian sassed back. “Now hold still.”

Sebastian waved his wand and blue wisps came out, wrapping themselves around Ominis’s figure, sparkles of silverish blue wrapping around his legs, up his torso, around his arms, and lastly over his face, creating a mask to match his suit.

“I- I can see!” Ominis gasped. "I- I-"

“Oh yeah, I forgot I could do that.” Sebastian pondered. “Well you look phenomenal! Head to the ball, you only have till the last strike of twelve o’clock, and after that everything will revert back to the way it was before. So be off!” Sebastian shooed Ominis, who stepped into his carriage, and as Ominis waved goodbye to his Fairy Godfather, he vanished into thin air.

~~~~~

Princess Rhea greeted every man who bowed in her presence, making their welcome loud and clear. She was cordial of course, but it did hurt that she had to be pleasing all these young men just for her father. Each of them were the same, cruel and too much, each of them trying to outdo the last. She was sick of it, but she held out for her father.

Introducing Gaunt household; Marvolo and Isolt, sons of Corvinus Gaunt.

She watched these two men walk up the aisle and bow.

“Wonderful to be in your presence, your grace.” Isolt said.

“Pleasure to meet you princess.” Marvolo said.

“Wonderful to meet you both.” Rhea said as she curtsied them both. The two boys walked away and as her gaze moved up she caught sight of him. A man dressed in a blue suit, or perhaps silver, looking about the ballroom floor. She felt drawn to him in a way she had never felt drawn to anyone before, and as the next family was being called to introduce themselves, the princess moved through the crowd, her gown parting the way until she found him.

Ominis was getting used to his newfound sight, taking in the looks of the castle and everyone in it. A woman came up to him, in a beautiful cream colored gown, that was laced with red petals that hung on her shoulders, her blond hair in a loose updo. She was an angel, and Ominis couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

“May I have this dance?” He asked her, blissfully unaware that he was talking to the next queen.

Shocked by his unnerved response to her, she could only respond by saying, “yes.”

The two walked to the dancefloor, the lights dimming as everyone whispered about the man in silver. Corvinus was annoyed that this- this boy- had ruined his son's chances with the princess, but the closer he looked, the more he realized this boy looked familiar. Before he could follow him the guards had blocked off the garden that they entered.

So this is love

So this is what makes life divine

I'm all aglow, mm

And now I know (and now I know)

The key to all heaven is mine

My heart has wings, mm

And I can fly

I'll touch every star in the sky

So this is the miracle

That I've been dreaming of

The pair stood on a bridge together, the moon shining brightly onto them. Ominis could have sworn he had never felt happier in his life. Rhea was a wonderful woman, who was equally as excited about this mysterious man. They danced the night away, being lost in each other's eyes.

“I must show you something,” Ominis said softly, taking Rhea’s hands in his own. He pulled his necklace, the one with the ticking clock, from under his shirt. “My mother, she gave it to me before she passed, in order to remind me of who I am. I always thought of it a bit silly, but I realize more, that if I were not me, then I would have never met you.”

Rhea took a moment, looking at the clock necklace that had been haunting her dreams. It was him, the boy who would be her king. She looked into his eyes and smiled, knowing that tonight she had found the one, and that everything had fallen into place

“They are beautiful,” Rhea said softly, looking up at the stars.

“The stars above could never compare the beauty you possess.” Ominis whispered to his Rhea. She looked at him, a glint of hope in her eye. Perhaps her father wasn’t wrong about her finding her husband from this ball. They leaned in closer, their eyes closing and their lips getting closer-

Gong…Gong…Gong…

Ominis whipped his head around, looking up at the clock, which had struck midnight.

“I have to go!” Ominis stood up quickly, Rhea grabbing his hand.

“Where are you going?” She asked. Her words were pleading and sad, begging Ominis to stay.

“I can’t be here, I must go,” he slipped his grip away from hers, “thank you for the lovely evening. I love you my star.”

Rhea stood up and chased Ominis through the garden, her dress flowing behind her. “Wait! How will I find you?” Rhea called out, worried that she may never see her beloved again.

“You can’t!” Ominis yelled, looking up the steps to his dream, tears breaking through his eyes. He knew he would never see her again, and that thought alone almost ruined this entire night, but he would not let the clock decide when he would stop seeing this- his star, his Rhea. He made it to his carriage, and as Rhea called to him, he got one more look at the woman who treated him as if he was royalty that night before tossing the mask to the floor. His friends helped usher him into the carriage as they ripped off, Rhea calling the guards to chase after her love.

They flew through the countryside, speeding down the dirt roads…

Gong…Gong…Gong…

Ominis could hear that clock chiming, the carriage beginning to slow; they weren’t going to make it back before the final strike of midnight. Ominis opened the door and helped his friends, who were now turning back into their animal counterparts, into the forest, leaving the shrinking pumpkin abandoned. He listened from the forest as the guards passed by, a smile wiping his face.

“Oh what a wonderful evening,” he said softly, “I will never forget this moment.” He looked up to the sky, imagining the sky he had seen earlier, knowing the stars were shining brightly down on him. “Thank you, for everything.”

~~~~~

That morning Rhea cried in the garden, holding the last remnant of the night before, the mask he had thrown to the ground before running off. Why? She pondered the million reasons he would leave her. Her father watched from the palace as his daughter sulked.

“We have to find that boy,” the king said to his advisor, “my daughter has never loved one as much as him.”

“Sir, the boy disappeared, no trace of him along the entire countryside- he’s gone.”

“Then search, each home, find the boy that fits the mask.” The king demanded. “Do not return until he is with you!”

“But sir!”

“Now go!”

~~~~~

Ominis swept the floor in the main room, humming softly to himself. Corvinus watched from the top of the stairs as his nephew cleaned, disgusted by the happiness he had shown, despite being distraught the night before.

A knock on the door disrupted Ominis’s thoughts. He opened the door, the man handing him an envelope. Before Ominis could even breath Corvinus spoke out, “Boy, bring that up here.” Ominis walked up the steps handing the envelope. “The princess, she’ll be here!” Corvinus said after reading the contents, and walked toward his son’s rooms, telling them to prepare themselves, as each will be tried to see if they were the man she danced with the night before. “All she has left of him is his mask, so get yourselves ready, and perhaps you shall be the next king.”

Ominis stood there, his thoughts a blur. The princess, that was who he was dancing with, his Rhea. A smile overtook him, patting his clothes to remove dirt and dust, as she may not recognize him as how he was dressed now. Humming lightly he walked up to his room, imagining the moment she arrived, his love. Nothing else mattered when-

“It was you.”

Ominis heard his uncle's voice ring in his ears, terror filling his soul.

“You’re the mystery boy the princess danced with.” Corvinus said with a cold tone. “I will not let you be the next king.”

“Uncle, I-”

“SILENCE!” He screamed. “You will be here till you wither away, and she will just be your faded memory.”

Ominis’s bedroom door slammed, and with a click was locked. Ominis walked to his door, pleading with the man on the other side, “please uncle, I beg of you, please have an ounce of kindness in your heart!”

“You are too weak to lead this family, so no kindness will be spared for you boy.”

Ominis cried out, pain rippling through his body, like a bird with its wings clipped.

~~~~~

Rhea stood at the door of the manor, knocking three times, and Corvinus opened the door.

“Your highness, it is a pleasure to meet you.” Corvinus bowed, allowing the girl and her advisor to enter. Both Isolt and Marvolo sat in the main room, in their nicest attire. Rhea felt as if this was useless, the last home in the valley, and she knew these two men weren’t the one.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we.” She said solemnly. Quickly she walked over to Isolt and set the mask onto his face. Isolt’s eyes were too wide to fit the frame, and Rhea took the mask back; she knew this man was not her prince from the night before. Rhea then walked over to Marvolo, who had a twisted grin. Placing the mask on his face, she could tell that his nose was far too big to fit the shape that was carved into it.

Rhea sighed, taking the mask back once more. “He is not here,” was all she said.

Chirp- Chirp Chirp-

She looked up and noticed small birds flying above her, and once the birds noticed that they had caught the princesses attention they flew toward the second floor.

“Sir, is there anyone else living in this home?” She asked Corvinus.

“Your Highness, all that live here are me and my two son’s.” He responded. “Perhaps the mask may need to be tried on again, I am sure one of my son’s is the man you are looking for.”

“I do not think-” Rhea said, not finishing her sentence before walking toward the stairs. She held the mask and Corvinus, in an attempt to save whatever name he had left, hit the mask out of young Rhea’s hands, launching it into the air. She watched it as it fell to the floor, breaking in half on impact. “NO!” She yelled out, grabbing the two broken halves. The house went silent, the only noise was chirps, and far away cries.

Rhea lifted her head, focusing on the cries. Without speaking to anyone she followed the two birds, up the steps, the cries getting louder.

“Please… someone please! Let me out…” Ominis tirelessly cried. Rhea wiggled the door handle, making Ominis jump. Corvinus, Isolt, Marvolo, and her advisor all followed her up the steps, looking at her.

“Where is the key,” Rhea demanded, “I need the key to this door now!”

Corvinus reluctantly handed the key over, and with a click the door opened, revealing Ominis, who stood in his servant clothes, eyes stained red.

“I- my love?” Rhea asked softly to the blind boy. He wished desperately that he could see her now, his beautiful star.

“It is me…” He spoke finally. She knew that voice, but he did not look like he did yesterday.

“I have your mask, but it has been broken.” Rhea said. “How do I know it is truly the one I love?”

Ominis smiled, knowing that his star would be cautious. He pulled his mothers necklace from under his shirt. “I can assure you, my beautiful star, that it is me.”

She looked at the necklace and up at her prince. “It is you!”

They collided in a warm embrace, both of their hearts singing happily.

“Well this can make a grown man cry.” Sebastian sniffled next to Isolt.

“Who in the world are you?” Rhea questioned.

“The plot device honey,” Sebastian snapped, “and I’m here to finish my job.”

“Finish your job?” Ominis asked. “Whatever needs to be finished, you’ve helped me so much already.”

“The last part of your mothers spell;

Should kindness and compassion prevail,

in the heart of the true heir,

may you come at his most desperate hour,

and show him a world where his goodness is a blossoming flower.

She’s quite vague that one, but you know, she kind of wanted you to see so that’s what I’m doing.” Sebastian said, pulling his wand out once more.

“I thought that there was not a permanent way?” Ominis questioned.

“Oh there was.”

“But you didn't tell me this until now!”

“In my defense your mom didn’t want you to see until now.”

“I don’t think she meant it like this!” Ominis yelled.

“Oop someone is getting upset, let me fix that real quick.” Sebastian laughed. “Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!”

Ominis's eyesight came to him in an instant, and when it returned his Rhea was all he saw.

“Oh merlin I love happy endings,” Sebastian cried out, wiping his face on Corvinus’s shirt.

Ominis cupped Rhea’s face in his hands, pressing his lips against hers, both of them smiling as they pulled apart.

~~~~~

Less than a month later the two were hitched, the kingdom blessed with a new prince months later, and the king happy that his daughter had truly found love. Ominis had escaped the old home, and eventually even took it back from his Uncle and cousin’s, sending them back to the vile land they were from. The two lovebirds held each other close, knowing that they would forever be the others…

And as you know, they lived,

Happily Ever After.