Her eyes fluttered open, the soft gentle torch light burned her moss green eyes. Her chest was heaving as she gasped in sweet air. Colour returned to her face and blossomed over her skin, her snow white completion replacing the dull, ash grey that had held her in death. Sitting up slowly she glanced around, her bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly in fear as the realisation dawned on her that she did not recognize her surroundings. The last thing she remembered was William holding her to his warmth in a vain attempted to keep her warm, to keep her alive. She shivered as she thought back and remembered the chill that crept into her very bones as she lay dying upon the snow, in his arms. Where was he? Where was William, where was the Huntsman? And her sweet dwarfs? Had they survived?
Absently she swiped at a stray tear that she had not even noticed before, but it tickled her skin as it rolled down over one side of her jaw. She could taste the stale taste of alcohol on her lips. Darting out her pink tongue she run it over her cherry red lips, but instantly regretted it for she only received the rotten tang of week old ale for her efforts.
"The huntsman." She muttered to herself as the slightest smile passed over her petite face. Effortlessly she swang her bare feet over the side of the makeshift bed with its soft white fur tickling her exposed thighs where her dress rode upwards.
Slowly, she began to mossy around, taking in the great room that surrounded her. Indeed it was a place of some wealth. Just as that thought passed a memory stirred, she could see, in her minds eye; William as a boy chasing her about this room. She was here, finally, in the Duke's last strong hold. His castle and she was, for now at safety. But now that she was here, safe and sound she couldn't help but think back to a few moments ago, the feeling of opening her eyes to the bight burning light. That feeling of life breathing itself into ever inch of her body. To have life in all its great wonder restored to her, to bathe in the brightness of the burning torches. And she knew that she may be safe but she was not truly alive, and she had been living a death of a different kind all these years. Feeling safe and secure for the first time since her childhood meant nothing if she did not feel alive in every sense of the word. She had to fight, fight to live, to restore life to her father's kingdom but most importantly to her people so that they could all be with beyond a doubt alive!
Ok, so that was my Snow White and the Huntsma drabble, I have no idea why i wrote this but thats just the way it is with drabbles I guess. Hope you all enjoyed, I'm hoping to follow this up with a snow and the huntsman story with a real plot and storyline so we'll see how that goes. Please, please, pleaseeee! I can beg enough leave a review, I hardly get any reviews which is confusing coz I don't know wether you guys are loving, hating or neither nither so pretty please review. :)
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