*Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. I don't own Snow White either, on which this story is sort of based.*
Once upon a time, a beautiful baby girl was born. She had dark brown hair, deep chocolate eyes, warm pink cheeks, lips red as blood, and skin white as snow. This girl's name was Isabella Marie Swan. Her parents, King Charlie and Queen Renee, loved her very much. Isabella was a special girl. She was sweet, kind, and loving. King Charlie and Isabella were very close. He even had a special nickname for her, Snow, because of her pale skin. Isabella loved her parents very much. When Isabella was eight years old, her farther grew very sick. One day, he called her into his and Renee's chamber.
"Snow," he said as she saw him lying on the bed looking very weak.
"Yes Papa," she said quietly as she sat down on the side of the bed next to him.
"Snow, I'm very sick, and I might not be here much longer," he said and then began coughing.
"Papa, you can't leave me!" she insisted.
"I'll stay as long as I can, but Snow, I want you to remember that I love you, and I always will. Be strong, be good for your mother, and most of all, be yourself. Don't let anyone change you," he whispered.
"Oh Papa, I love you too!" Isabella said as she hugged her father.
"Remember that you're special, my beautiful darling Snow," he said as he returned the hug weakly and laid back down, taking shallow breaths.
"I will Papa," she said as he closed his eyes. "Papa, Papa," Isabella said as she shook his arm. His eyes didn't open. When she realized what had happened, she hugged her father and cried until her mother came and took her to her room.
Everyone had taken to calling the princess Snow, but after her father passed away, she no longer allowed anyone except her mother to call her that. From then on, she asked to be called Bella. Bella began to draw away after her father's death. She stopped being so friendly to everyone and became very shy and quiet except with her mother and a few other people. When Bella was ten, she still hadn't returned to her old cheerful self. Queen Renee decided that Bella needed a father figure in her life, so she married a man named Aro. At first, he was wonderful to both of them, and Bella started to open back up. She remembered her father's dying words and vowed to herself to be strong and be herself again.
When she turned fifteen, Bella's mom passed away mysteriously. She was devastated and turned to Aro for comfort because she didn't know who else to turn to. He seemed to be mourning Renee as much as she was. He began neglecting Bella more and more since her mother's death. One day, she was called to his chamber. When she walked in, he was sitting in a plush armchair, reading.
"Ah, you're here. Snow, I need to talk-" he started to say but Bella cut him off.
"Don't call me Snow," she said, starting to get angry. Everyone knew not to call her Snow now that both her parents were dead.
"Now Snow," he said harshly.
"Don't call me Snow! You're not my father, and you will never replace him! You haven't even been there for me since Mom died!"
"You spoiled brat!" Aro exclaimed. "The reason I called you in here was to inform you that you will now be working as a servant! You don't deserve the life of a princess. You shall live, eat, dress, and act like every other servant in this palace. Now go report to the head maid, Jane. If I hear you aren't obeying, you will face the same fate as your mother," he threatened.
"What?" Bella said incredulously.
"Oh didn't you know," he said smugly, "I never loved her. I only married Renee for the power. In fact, I had her poisoned so that I could be the one and only king!" Aro said menacingly.
"How dare you!" Bella exclaimed furiously.
"Guards," Aro shouted, "escort the princess to Jane," he told them as he snapped his fingers.
Eventually, Bella accepted her fate and began to make the best of her situation. She relished whatever time she could spend outdoors where she could escape her life of oppression for a little while. Bella began to climb trees and run around. She also got stronger from all the manual labor forced on her. Bella became a sporty tomboy whom no one would recognize as Princess Isabella. The animals were her friends, and she started singing to pass the time. Bella returned to the kind, loving, friendly girl that she had been.
Aro announced to the people that Princess Isabella was devastated by the death of her mother and could no longer appear in public so that no one would be suspicious, but he still made her work as a maid. He was a harsh king who didn't care about his subjects, just power. The people began to secretly call him The Evil King. Aro was very conceited and had dark magical powers that he kept hidden from his subjects. So, he really did deserve the name. One magic item King Aro had was a mirror. When he looked into it, instead of seeing his own reflection, he saw a man named Felix who could answer any question. Every day, Aro would look into the mirror and ask Felix the same question.
"Felix, Felix, on the wall, who's the coolest of them all?"
"You are King Aro," was the response Felix gave every day, but one day, on Bella's seventeenth birthday, things began to change.
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