The Clock Strikes Midnight

"When I look at you, I see an angel."

A young woman was running through the halls of the castle, deafened by the chimes of the clock, her bare feet not making much noise on the soft carpets anyway. But the pain in the right foot began to appear as the adrenaline of the moment decreased. I tried to hide behind one of the heavy velvet curtains, while I heard several guards running from one side to the other arguing. Fortunately, the carpets were scarlet, like the blood of a maid. She must flee from there, before the doors of the palace were closed, and someone discovered her.

Ella closed her eyes and tried to breathe normally. In his right hand was the glass slipper, the only one he had left ...

"When I touch your skin, my body shudders."

The Prince's last words echoed in his head even louder than the midnight chimes in the palace clock tower. They repeated themselves syllable by syllable in his brain, the declaration of an idiot, that was it; but somehow that detracted his strength when carrying out his mission.

"When I kiss you, I know I'm falling in love."

A sly line that led her to drop the surprise dagger. The music of the great hall had finished, and they were in one of the balconies, separated but with enough background music to dance; He was surprised by the sound of the metal hitting the ground, and tried to turn around. Ella reacted. Crystal sneakers, a strong blow nothing typical of a lady were enough to break them.

Even with his own blood on the transparent glass, even with several of these that were trapped in his own skin, he held the remnant of the heel and buried it in the chest of the prince. He did not believe it. He was horrified. And she knew it's not over yet.

"What are you doing? That is a bloody disaster," and she moved away from that crimson catastrophe.

He ran away when he heard that it was already midnight, and his work was done. With the dress, in celestial and white tones covered in guilty spots of scarlet; and taking off one of the shoes, he fled quickly to the exit where that luxurious carriage was waiting, as clear as his dress was before staining it.

As soon as he entered his transport, the horses galloped at full speed.

The adrenaline decreased with more speed, and tried to calm down, but with the "calm" came the pain of the foot, and the dress rose to see its wound. Her companion in a carriage saw her too, and denied her head with amusement, Ella just irritated her.

That woman who called herself her "fairy godmother" simply gave him a bag of gold, and took it out of the carousel, and simply ordered her to burn the dress she had given her, and break the other shoe. That old woman who looked so good, left her at night in the middle of the forest with a bag of gold.

Ella sighed, looked at her wound and then looked at the night sky. Anyway, as old and nice as it might seem, how good could the woman who hired her killer services to kill the prince be?