A/N This will be my second FanFiction but my first ever multi-chapter. Oddly and ironically enough I got the name from my library cafe which does a hot chocolate call A Fairy Story and I ordered a regular! This has no relevance to the story itself but I though it was a fun piece of trivia :) Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I Do Not Own SWAC Or I would Have Made A Fairytale Episode!

A Regular Fairy Story

The Story takes place on the Continent of Hollywood in the Land of Condor. The Land is made up of many kingdoms including the Kingdom of Falls where a dashing young prince named Chad Dylan Cooper is soon to become King. However, our Tale begins with a young farm girl named Sonny Munroe who lives with her mother Connie in the small Kingdom of Wisconsin.

"Mother! I cannot believe you tried to set me up with Josh! Again!" I yell as I make my way in to the field where mother is milking Fro-yo, our prize cow.
"Oh but Sonny dear he is such a lovely boy and would make such a wonderful husband for you. He is the Royal Mail Carrier you know?"
"Of course I know but I don't want to marry Josh!"
"And why ever not?"
"Because," I Sigh "he is always away all the time, even his mother hardly sees him anymore. I don't want to marry yet and I don't LOVE him! I want to wait and marry the man I truly love. I want to fall in love with the guy I choose mother! Don't you understand?"
"Oh Sonny! Get your head out of those clouds and plant your feet firmly on the ground! Now go get yourself ready, I want you to go down the market and buy me some chicken feed, we're running low." She hates it when I talk of love. Standing up and brushing herself down, she makes her way over to me and starts guiding me towards the house, a pail of milk sloshing around in her other hand.
"Yes mother." I sigh, exasperated. Of course she wouldn't understand, she never does. Is it so wrong to want to fall in love with whom I choose? I just don't understand her sometimes. Why won't she listen to me? I take a deep breath, enough Sonny, I have a busy day today not only am I going to market but I have to gather my things for my trip to Falls. Yes Sonny, so does as mother says and plant your feet firmly on this Earth!

The hustle and bustle of the busy market calms me somehow, knowing that all these people have worries of their own, their noise driving my own thoughts out of my head. Yet I can't shake these nerves of mine as I squeeze my way through the crowd and over towards the stalls. I'm scared of what is to come. I'm heading off on my own tomorrow morn to the Kingdom of Falls where I am to try and find my father who may or may not be there anymore. What will I do if I cannot find him? Come home to Wisconsin and admit defeat? That I'm destined to become a mail carriers wife and bear his children whilst he travels across Condor, seeing new and exciting places each day. Only ever seeing him for holidays or when his work brings him home, even then he would probably see his mother before going off again. No Sonny. You're getting ahead of yourself, just calm down and do what you came to market to do, buy chicken feed.

The stall I need is just on the other side of the market square, but with this crowd how am I going to get over there. Luckily my dainty frame manages to squeeze through the tiniest of gaps but over by the stall I am aiming for is the Prince Cooper Merchandise stall. So of course it is heaving with teenage girls screaming his name trying to grasp the latest corset with his face on or a goblet with his slogan " P.C.D.C What it Do-eth?".

After trying to wedge myself in-between the fan girls, only to be shoved back, suspected as a threat to their chances of getting his face on something, I take my chances and try to crawl through them. I grab the hem of my skirt and tuck it in to my bloomers as this makes it easier to manoeuvre myself across the cobbles. It becomes harder and harder not to be stood on as I encroach upon the middle of the crowd. One of the girls looks down at me with an incredulous expression on her face before shoving me backwards into another three girls, this then sends them flying towards the people behind them eventually creating a domino effect.

Sheepishly I stand up to assess the damage as I hear crates smashing, chickens clucking before making a mad dash for freedom.

It is worse than I first thought.

Not only have all the girls behind me piled up but have also taken down four vegetable stalls, an old man and his wife, the street performer is laid mangled up in his unicycle with his bells still jangling. Oh,It gets worse, apparently the street performer had veered into the other portion of the crowd taking down the blue and gold flags hanging from the street lamps, which then covered a group of people who became twisted in it and ran around taking down the pet stall and then a row of other stalls, sending various objects into the crowd including many marbles and juggling balls. The people who had maintained their upright positions were then attacked and tripped by the marbles, they tumbled to the floor and one man, trying to keep his balance tugged on the giant wall tapestry of Prince Cooper, ripping it and dragging it to the ground, earning a huge chorus of screams and "No's" from the fan-girls.

I stood there, mouth agape, watching in horror as it all happened only to realise after silence had fallen that I was receiving many deadly glares.
"Um...Sorry?" I sheepishly smile, my cheeks crimson, to be greeted by many grumbles and sobs from the crowd. Sensing my early death, I quickly made my escape to Howie's stall and hurriedly grab the chicken feed before running home where it was safe and no one wanted to kill me.

Heading over towards Lucy's cottage I checked my sundial to find that it was just gone noon and mother would be expecting me back soon. Lucy is my best friend in the whole wide world. She has been with me through everything and deserved a final goodbye.
"Sonny! I can't believe you are leaving me here all alone with my mother glad you will be out of the way so I can get my hands on Josh! Does that woman not know me?"
"Oh, I'm sorry Luce. I didn't mean to leave Josh all to your mother." We both giggled at the thought of Mrs. Sher getting her hands on the young, plump mail boy. "Lucy what am I going to do without you? I will miss you terribly whilst I'm gone."
"Oh Sonny. I'll miss you too!" she enveloped me in a huge hug as my eyes started to tear up. "Now, promise you will write every week without fail?"
"I promise." I gave her my biggest smile and held out my little finger and entwined it with hers. "Now I best be going before my mother has another panic attack and I'm not allowed to leave!"
"Well in that case I'm going to keep you here so then you can't leave" she grinned "but Sonny, do be careful and love you."
"Love you too Luce. Take care and I will return one day. So goodbye; for now." With that I took my leave and headed home.

Safe and sound in my small, but cosy, bedroom, I started to gather my things for my long trip. Not having a horse meant my journey was going to take three days for me to reach Falls. Mother's advice was not to show your wealth when travelling as it encourages thieves towards you, so I grabbed my old blue skirt and paired it with my white blouse and black corset. Packing as little as possible but still taking the essentials was not as hard as I thought it would be. I only took the bare minimum of my clothes which was an extra gown and another similar outfit to the one I had chosen and then essentials like food and water. My bag weighed very little and would be easy to carry for long periods of time. I placed it by the door ready for morning and climbed into my warm bed. Pulling the blanket up to my neck and snuggling down, I slowly drifted into a deep sleep.

Waking up to the smell of fresh morning dew, I quickly got dressed and headed outside. Taking my cloak of the hook and saying goodbye to my teary mother, promising I would return soon and that she should not worry and I that would write as soon as I reached Falls, I set of along the long path that would take me out of Wisconsin.

A/N Reviews are warmly Welcomed and helpful criticism is also welcomed.