Loosely based off the new movie Snow White and the Huntsman. It's not that good, so you can R&R and bash me all you want.
Snow White POV:
I remember the story my father told me when he and I were alone.
"Once upon a time, a beautiful queen sits sewing. As she looked out the window, a wolf suddenly appeared and snarled at her." Here, my father would mimic the howl of a wolf, just for fun.
"The queen's hand slipped, and the needle she was holding pricked her finger. Her finger dripped into the snow that had fluttered onto her ebony windowsill, and dyed it crimson." My father would stroke my face, and I would smile as he continued the story.
"The queen stroked her pregnant belly, and whispered to herself, 'I want a child with skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair as dark as ebony.' And a child was born exactly like that, and that child is you, my Snow White." Father would say as he stroked my hair and tucked it behind my ears.
The memory leaves me feeling warm, but there is more to the story, the part that I have always heard the servants whispering about. After I was born, my mother traveled on horseback to tell her parents the news. As she galloped through the forest, a lone wolf attacked her and killed her. Later, a traveling huntsman found her soaking in blood, ravens picking at her remains.
And so, I will never know my mother.
Ravenna POV:
I must gain more power.
I must become queen.
I've already disposed of Queen Eleanor, now I must have King Magnus to marry me.
~oOo~
I look behind my shoulder and survey my collection of Dark Army soldiers. I've arranged them so it looks like they're attacking me. In the distance, I hear the neighs of the kings' horses.
"They are coming!" I tell my army. "Attack me."
In a flurry of glass, they swoop down on me, almost, but never hurting me. I turn around and see King Magnus coming towards me.
"Get them away!" King Magnus shouts to his soldiers, who attack my Dark Army.
"Here, fair Lady." King Magnus offers me a hand, and I thank him. I tell my Dark Army silently to retreat.
"What is your name?" King Magnus asks me.
"Ravenna." I smile to myself. He has played right into my hands.
Snow White POV:
It always puzzles me how people can see me as pretty, or even beautiful. My pale face, "white as snow," makes me look like a ghost. My hair, "black as ebony," is lank and hangs all the way to my waist, and makes my face seem paler. And to me, my lips, "red as blood," seem to be a strange omen that because of me, blood will be shed. It is a disturbing thought, but I cannot help but think it. I am strange that way.
All of the palace servants are fearful of me; my "beauty" scares them. They whisper behind my back that I am a vampire. I seem like a vampire: I barely eat, I barely talk, and I'm scared of mirrors. But I don't eat because my stepmother poisons my food, I don't talk because there is no one who wants to listen, and I'm scared of mirrors because people would think I'm vain.
But, I'd rather be presumed a vampire than presumed vain.
that's all for now. will most likely continue.