Part 45: Goon Playthrough - Part 45

Aid carries weight; heavy may be the price. It tends to flourish with time. Like fate, it is a living thing.


I understand. I think that sometimes we have to deal with the unknown and take the risk. If Mum was brave enough to take this plunge, I am too. I will pay the price.


You spoke like your mother, yes, your blood is one. You are forged like her. Soon you will need us. If you are indeed ready to carry the weight, we will make a Concord with you. You will receive aid.


It's good to know. I'm sick of having to do everything on my own. Even if it is better or safer, I still miss just being able to lean on someone or something else. Also, I'd be a fool not to take this opportunity. Even if it does sound a bit dangerous.


The Fairy pits her ethereal karate against Cinders' wrapped-up kickboxing. Who will win?


When it will come to pass—we will be waiting for you.


I still can't believe it! Any of it.


And yet your blood speaks otherwise. You are your mother's daughter. Your fate has brought you to the Lake. And the lake is watching you.

Uh oh.


You keep on repeating things like that. But why me? What makes me so special?




No, you are simply a thread and like all threads, you deem your own pattern special, simply because it is yours.


I guess it does make sense.

...It does?


Now go home and rest. The time of change is upon you, and you will need strength to carry its weight. But know this—you will remember about us this time. You will remember or you will receive tenfold the weight your fate has in store for you. And you will regret being so forgetful.

That's not ominous at all.




Rise and shine, sis!


What is it... Oh, is it morning already?


Someone had an eventful night.


I've had the strangest dream. At least I think it was a dream. Or maybe...


There's no time to discuss dreams, Cinders. We're leaving.


What time is it?


Time when only strumpets and their johns are up and about.




That was the truth. It's barely sunrise and I should be fast asleep! Don't expect me to prance like some deranged pony just because there's some big, ridiculous party coming up!


Why did you have to get up then? What ridi—


It's not ridiculous! I mean, there are preparations to be made and we should be taking them seriously. We had to get up an hour ago, we need to get those dresses corrected and who knows how much time that will take.




Come on, we need to go. Now!


Yes, I'm coming. Cinders, we'll be gone for the rest of the day. The house will be left under your supervision. Do you think you can manage that?




There are more well-oiled cogs in that pretty head than in yours and mine combined. Or maybe just yours. Now let's move.

Thanks, Sophia.


I can manage things for one day, Gloria. Don't worry.


Alright. We're going then. Bye!


Toodles!


Have fun.




Back to their important businesses, plots and Grand Balls. Why would they care about what I may want. It's just poor little Cinders, no one important. What could such a meek creature do but just sit and whine. And then comply?


Well not this time! Today is going to be different. It's the first day of the rest of my life and it's high time I made some changes. I don't yet know how, but I'm going to that Ball! And I'll make their jaws drop!




Up until now I've only waited... Heaven knows what for! Complaining and whining didn't get me far either. Also a surprise. So let's start acting reasonable. I have an aim and I will achieve it. I will make the changes happen. I need to show Carmosa, Gloria, and Sophia I can accomplish great things when I put my mind to it. It won't be easy, but let's face it—it would have no value if it was. Hmm... I need a plan, though. Or at least a dress and a way to get into the Ball. The rest I can just wing.




I swear, it's like I have two Fairy Godmothers. Having help is a nice change though. A sign the tables are already turning. So whose word should I trust?



I can't believe that typo is still there. Oh well.