Maludora Monologue Cinderella Alternate Ending

“Tanya’s heart sank deep within her soul, as she reached out to Roman’s tall, and senseless figure, lying still in a pool of a thin, red substance, on top of the roads rough terrain.”
As Berella lay in her comfortable, secret getaway at her small village, Avalon park, and read her sappy romantic novel, she began to feel as if her heart had sunk just like Tanya’s. She loved to read these types of novels, and had always considered herself a romantic, but lately, she was beginning to feel unwanted, and depressed even. Her older step-sisters, Elizabeth and Alexandria were perfect. The two girls got the best of grades and were very talented in music, sports, and technology. Berella might as well been the night to their day, seeing as she was completely the opposite of them. She got okay grades and wasn’t even talented, or so she felt

like it. Berella desperately wanted to fit in with her sisters, and find her own talent. Berella continued to read and what Tanya, the protagonist in her book, said next, got her thinking about the world’s unfairness.
“Sometimes, I wish that the world would bless me with the gifts to bring Roman back, or even just to be happy again.”
Almost immediately after Berella read that, she abruptly stood up and scampered back to her house, with her head hanging down low. Berella wanted to have more friends than just her step-sisters, but she might have been a baby mouse, being as shy as she was. As she smoothly weaved all throughout the people of her crowded village, she noticed a young, sophisticated-looking, handsome man, bundled up in ratty clothing from head to toe. This was very peculiar to Berella, because it was the Summer-time, and today the temperature had managed to climb all the way up to 98 degrees. The young man caught Bella's gaze and watched her intently, and he began to slowly make his way over to her. Once he was standing right in front of her, he looked into her beautiful, mesmerizing blue eyes, that were as clear, and bright as a crystal.
“Why, hello there miss…” the young man greeted, pondering for her name.
“Berella,” she replied rather quietly, overwhelmed by his striking features.
“I’m sorry for stopping you , but I saw you over there, and I just couldn’t resist saying hi, I’m Tobias,” he began, flirting slyly.
“Oh it is okay,” Berella said surprised, at her calmness.
“Oh my,” the mysterious man, ejaculated,”I love that book!”
“Really, it’s my favorite too,” Berella said, stunned at their similarity.
Next, they sat down on a nearby bench, and their soon to be, long conversation started off from there.
“So do you live here in Avalor”, the man finally asked, after hours of speaking with her.
“Oh my yes, and speaking of where I live,” she looked around at the bright sky, becoming a murky blue/gray color, and stood up, “I should be getting back there now.”
“But wait,” Tobias called out, “ how will we see each other again?”

“Just come here every day by noon,” Berella answers, going back to her house.
With the thought of Tobias in her head, she slightly-skipped her way back to her house, overjoyed. Once Berella waltzed into her beautiful home, she began walking up the stairs to her room, until her dad shoved a pail full of water and soap, at her.
“Here, make yourself productive,” he said sternly.
“But why do I have to clean?” Berella questioned, her good mood vanishing quickly.
“You wanted to be good at something, maybe this will be it,” he responded, chuckling coldly. “
Berella looked down at the cleaning supplies in her hand and scowled at her scroungy father. Ever since Berella’s mom died and he married Bertha, her stepmother, her father's whole demeanor had changed. Although her father wasn't so much of a fit dad, she still remembered the part of him that was so good to her for fourteen years, three years ago. Berella soon got to work and winced at the amount of dirt that would come off of each tile, of the floor. As soon as the previously, dusty tiled floor, turned into a squeaky, and shiny sheen of tiles, she trekked upstairs exhausted and collapsed onto her bed in the attic. Soon after Berella’s relieving nap, and cleaning spree, she looked around and noticed how clean everything in the house was. The cream colored walls, and the soft bristles of carpet were just about as they could ever be, and the bright flowers gave the house a comforting feel. Many months passed as Berella continued to go to her secret spot in the park, and meet up with Tobias. She and Tobias thought quite fondly of each other, and as one thing came after another, they found themselves falling head over heels for the other. Although they had only discovered their new-founded love recently, Berella had also found something that she was very good at, and she didn’t want to risk her only talent on a relationship. Cleaning may sound a bit funny, but for Berella, is was nothing but comforting and reassuring. Surprisingly Enough, Berella continued to clean day after day, for countless hours before she would go to the park to meet Tobias or go to school. Getting up at relentless hours, cleaning in her free-time, having ashes/dust on her at all almost all times was not only the usual, but it was getting to the point where she was becoming obsessed with cleaning. Tobias began getting a bit worried about her, but was still supportive of her actions, nevertheless.
One day, Berella went to the park once again, and sat against the rough barrier of bark, on a colorful, and blossomed tree. There, she would wait for Tobias. That day was like any other normal day that they would meet up, except Berella was coated in dark, and nasty ashes, from her hair and all the way down to her knees.
“Berella?” Tobias question stunned at her current appearance.
“Tobias,” Berella exclaimed excitedly, “you’re here!”
She soon tried to hug Tobias, who backed away from her confused.
“Berella, what is all over you?” He finally said, after studying her intently.
“Oh this,” she glanced down at her slightly torn and ash covered dress.
“Yes Berella, I know that you love cleaning but this isn’t normal. You shouldn’t be covered in ashes!” Tobias raised his voice, slowly getting angry.
“Tobias,” Berella breathed out shocked at his sudden outburst, “I don’t understand”
“And I don't understand why you chose cleaning over me, but you did and I guess it doesn't really matter because you said we would never work out anyway, which couldn’t be truer!”
Hearing the harsh words come out of Tobias’s mouth, began to tears began to stream down from Berella’s face rapidly, like a fast-flowing river. She ran forever and ever until her breathing became rigid and uneven.
“Berella, please wait,” Tobias exclaimed, exasperated, sprinting after her.
Berella made a quick decision to turn left or right and swiftly sprinted toward the direction of her house. She bolted through the door and ran to her room.
“Berella?” Elizabeth and Alexandria, Berella’s two older stepsisters, stood outside of her bedroom door, worried.
“Are you okay?” Alexandria asked.
Berella felt horrible, but she didn't want her sisters to see her crying, so stopped crying for a brief moment to speak, but a loud animal noise soon erupted from her throat, betraying her forced-actions. At that moment, Elizabeth and Alexandria rushed over to her and stroked Berella’s head.
“The king is having a masked dance party today, in the ballroom, and you are coming with us,” one of the two sisters sternly told Berella, after about an hour or so.
“Yeah, so you better stand up right now, or else,” the other sister teasing joked.
After much convincing, Berella reluctantly stood up, and let sisters pick out an outfit for Berella, do her makeup and hair.
“Yeah, and you cannot, go to the dance like that,” Elizabeth pointed out, looking down at Berella’s torn and ash covered dress.
Berella groaned, and slowly sat down on the bed, while her sisters got to work.
A long 2 hours passed by, but soon enough, all three sisters soon slowly studied each other's outfits and then stepped into the cool nights, breezy air.
The three girls pushed open the doors of the beautiful castle’s ballroom, and looked around at the red and gold, elegant designs, that were as delicate as a feather. As Berella looked around the stunning ballroom in awe, one familiar looking young man caught her eyes. He beckoned her over with a kind gesture, and Berella slightly stumbled over to him, clumsily, in her high heels, departing from her stepsisters.
“Would you care for a dance madame?” said the handsome man, his elegant, black and white mask, moving slightly when he spoke.
“Oh yes,” Berella replied, feeling a bit nervous, “ that would be very nice”
“What is your name?” the masked man wondered aloud, dancing with much talent.
“Well, I thought that our identities would be concealed under these mask’s, Berella said, “but,” she continued, “ If you can figure out 3 things about me, I'll tell you my name the first letter of name”
“ Okay, fair enough,” he replied, “Do you have a white horse Maximus.”
“Oh my goodness, how did you know that,” Berella said, amazed at how he was beating her at her own game, on his first try.
“Lucky guess” he said a matter-of a-factly, “so that means, one point for me, but the next question is do you read it romantic novels, And if so, is the main character’s name, Tanya”
“I’ve started to believe this is rigged,” Berella said teasingly, yet eyed him with abit of suspicion.
“Hey, don’t blame my surprurity to your own game, now tell me your first letter of your name,” he demanded, truly desperate to know.
“B,” she said in a barely audible whisper, and looked at the clock.
It had just struck twelve, and she had cleaning to do at home, so she ended the dance with the mysterious man, and apologized as she slipped way, to sprint out of the beautiful castle. The masked man took off his intricate mask and revealed his true identity to the ballroom guest. It was Tobias! Berella's Tobias, but not only hers, for he was the Prince of Avalor! He couldn't find the beautiful girl, with crystal clear blue eyes. She was quick like lightning, so when he blinked she was gone.
Did I do something wrong, he thought, or was it my breath, because I did forget to use mouthwash today.

“Has anyone seen a girl with the most beautiful eyes in the land,” Prince Tobias exclaimed frantically, desperately trying to find the mysterious girl.
He then remembered those striking blue eyes he gazed at, through the girl's small, black mask, and how her name started with a “b”. It was Berella, he thought, suddenly realizing the truth.
All of the people in the ball stopped dancing, and gasped as they saw who was shouting into the crowd of elegantly dressed people.
“No,” some of the guest spoke up, responding back to him.
“Her name is Berella, and we shall start a search party, and no one shall rest until she is found,” and with nothing else said, people began looking for the beautiful girl, Berella.
Weeks began passing fairly quick as the whole village of Avalor began looking for Berella. The Prince couldn’t get her at of her head, and still thought that, the girl he danced with was Berella.
“Where could she be?” he constantly thought, looking out of the castle’s large window, and out into the colorful courtyard.
~A few days

later~
“It has to be this one,” Tobias encouraged himself, reassuringly.
He had been looking across all of Avalor, seeking for Briella's mesmerizing eyes, and the fiery glint she had in them when she smiled. Prince Tobias knocked on the door, his adrenaline pumping as a woman opened the door.
“Prince Tobias,” the woman exclaimed and curtsied, “What a delight, come in, come in.”
Tobias walked politely into the house and took in the scenery of and shiny tiled floor, and soft, comforting, cream-colored walls.
“Excuse me ma’am, I don’t mean to be rude, but do you have a Berella living here right now?” the young Prince asked, hopeful.
“Oh why yes, Berella please come downstairs, someone is here to see you,” the woman yelled, looking at the stairs, as if the girl who might be Berella was standing right there.