After furiously leaving the house, Cinderella was unsure where to go. All her life, Cinderella had led a life of luxury for eighteen years at home with very little to distress or vex her. Only now that she was forced into the outside world all by herself did she start to feel a sense of helplessness engulfing her.
Then, Cinderella suddenly remembered her mother's words from her childhood: "Your grandmother lives in the forest yonder. If ever you feel in need of consolation, she's the person to go to!"
"But how do I know what my grandmother looks like if I've never seen her before?" wondered Cinderella. "Never mind! I shall head towards the forest and ask around. Who knows? Maybe someone will lead me to her."
After arriving upon a reasonable conclusion, Cinderella walked resolutely towards the direction of the forest. Overhead, the sky was half crystalline, half misty, and the atmosphere was chill and vibrant with rich tension. High above, ringed all about with a sickly yellow glare, the sinking moon struggled in vain to escape from a pursuing cloud.
Engulfed by complete darkness, Cinderella walked aimlessly in the dense forest with the tall trees towering over her. Like clutching hands and fingers ready to grasp at anything it saw, the protruding branches came in all shapes and sizes. As thick as velvet, a mist gradually stole in around the forest, engulfing the surroundings and muffling Cinderella's senses, as if secluding her from the outside world, making the rustling of her footsteps as deafening as thunder.
After countless hours in the forest, Cinderella began to be able to see the paths in front of her. Only then did she notice that it was daytime already. A small path led Cinderella towards a wooden cottage in the middle of the forest. Through the leaves of the dense forest trees, Cinderella was able to perceived glimpses of the unevenly sized, wooden logs that made up the walls. With a thin, grey trail of smoke curling from its stone chimney, the little cottage seemed alive and welcoming. Cinderella could smell a faint fragrance of freshly baked pastries.
"Aha! That must be my grandmother's cottage!" Cinderella thought to herself. "Well, that's not too hard at all! It's as if fate has been leading me by the hand all the way."
~To be Continued~
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