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H. R. Bamess

The Stepsisters Revenge

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Prologue

The small amount of light that the window let through greedily lit up the room, making the room seem happier than what it was. In the room a woman lay on a bed with sheets that scratched her skin. Well, what did she expect? A famous criminal ought to get no respect. The woman stirred as the door to her 'room' opened with a creak. Two women in their late twenties stepped into the light accompanied by two guards—one for each sister. Their hands were bound in cuffs.

One of the guards grabbed the older sister's shoulder and gave it a shake. “Do yourself a favour by not trying to escape.” Then without further to do the two guards walked out the door.

“You have exactly five minutes,” the other guard called out before slamming the door shut which he couldn't do fast enough. When the two guards had left, the sisters uttered vulgar curses towards them under their breath. If they ever had a heart before, it had disappeared in the nine years they had spent in prison for crimes against Queen Sophia.

As soon as the guards had left and they had finished uttering their curses, the two blind sisters felt their way around the room to where their mother was lying on her bed. The sisters reached out to their mother's wrinkled hand. When they found it they held onto it tightly, afraid to let go. Of course, the guards had told them that the only reason their mother was being treated nicely was because she was sick and would probably die by the end of the week—in fact, it was all the guards had told them.
The mother frowned and stared at them with a cold glare that would make men and women alike buckle at the knees. “Why are you still here?” she asked, staring right into the stepsisters' soul. “You should have been long gone. Why are you still here?!” she hissed through gritted teeth, squeezing both the stepsisters' hands.

The oldest of the two that answered to the name of Bervena made a grumbling noise from her throat then said through gritted teeth, “We try and we try but the guards are too strong and it doesn’t help being blind.” Bervena spat out the last two words then gestured to her and her sister's glass eyes that the guards had always told them they were lucky to have.

The younger sister called Fedora plopped her fake eye out revealing a big gaping eye socket. “They're useless anyway,” Fedora mumbled.

“If it's your eyes that are worrying you then I would advise that you open up your brain and start thinking about getting some,” she hissed.

“How are you meant to get eyes, we need to see to get them?” Bervena asked.

“Well,” she paused for effect, “you could just ask your mother politely and maybe she will tell you,” she said, stroking Bervena's hand.

Fedora plopped her glass eye back in. “What are you getting at Mother?” she asked.

“Well,” their mother said slyly, “I know a lot of people, good and bad and I just happen to know someone that would help you a lot. I would go there with you but unfortunately I am not in the right condition to do so,” she said, gesturing at her bed even though she knew the sisters couldn't see her.

Bervena pursed her lips. “And who is that person Mother?”

“Yeah and how are we supposed to find her?” Fedora snapped impatiently, tired of her mother leading her around in circles.

The sisters could hear the smirk in their mother's voice when she spoke again. “You won't remember her. You were only very little when you met her and she is not one for family gatherings. She is my sister and knows a thing or two about Witch Craft.”

Bervena looked at her, well at least hoped she was looking at her. “When you say a thing or two, you mean a lot don't you?” she asked.

The Stepmother smiled evilly. “Yes... a lot.”

4 comments

Ally on 15 January, 2017

Good job!

H. R. Bamess on 21 September, 2014

Thankyou for your comments! It's meant to be a spin off of Cinderella but I changed Cinderella's name to Sophia, seems the name 'Cinderella' was actually her nickname.

Hannah Begley on 19 June, 2014

I'm impressed! Your story is great. Reminds me of Cinderella.

Isabella Rozario on 6 March, 2014

It was a fascinating end to the story...