Hi everyone! I decided to start a sort of series, this being my first! I'm planning to write several fics with Takari/Patagato/AngeAnge pairings based on fairy tales! This one is the Digimon version (sort of) Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. It has a different plot, but same theme: evil step-parent wants to kill daughter and she meets seven unusual beings.

Its pretty funny that this is my Longest, yet shortest fic. I'm not going to tell why though. I'll probably explain on last chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Snow White and the Seven Dwarves or Digimon (or else TK and Kari would be married, etc,etc,etc.)

Angewomon and the Seven Digimon

Chapter 1

By: Koumiko

Once upon a time, there was a princess, whose parents died when she was very young. Since she was too young to claim the throne, the duke and duchess took it and adopted the princess as their daughter. After some time, the Princess grew into a beautiful maiden, and the King and Queen were unable to bear a child of their own. Soon after, the King became aware of the Princess' beauty and he began to fear her knowledge. He knew that beauty and knowledge was not a good combination, especially against his heirs, if he were to have any. He decided to get rid of her, but his Queen would not allow it. She knew that the princess was the only heir and she had to the right to live and take the throne. The King became enraged at her good-heartedness and murdered the Queen the same night. He easily convinced the Kingdom that she had passed away in her sleep.

The Princess loved her step-mother dearly and she wept bitterly when she heard the news. The King pretended to be sympathetic and he was tender towards the princess for a year.

"My lady Angewomon, the King wishes to see you in his chambers." A short man with a pointed hat said through large, golden doors.

"Yes, Wizardmon, tell him I am on my way." The woman inside the room spoke. She put on a dark blue cloak to cover her gown and hood her sapphire eyes and nose. She went out quickly and walked gracefully toward the King's chambers. Guards standing at the golden doors bowed to her as a sign of respect as they opened the doors for her.

"Your Highness," Angewomon curtsied to the silhouetted King.

"My dearest step-daughter, I think it is about time you know how your step-mother died." The king had blonde hair tied loosely at the nape of his neck. His eyes were blue and diamond shaped, slanting upwards, and if he looked a certain way, they looked just like snake eyes. His lips were blood red, in a downward turn – caused by a lifetime of frowning. He smirked, and revealed two pointy teeth. "Take your cloak off! We're not outside!" He yelled suddenly. Angewomon jumped with surprise and obeyed. She untied the cloak and let if fall, sending up a breeze which lightly tousled her long blonde hair. Her eyes were closed in sadness like she was being punished. A pale, cold hand then suddenly grabbed her chin to make her look up.

"Your step-mother died because of you. She was jealous of everything you have. Beauty, kindness, knowledge, the throne. Thinking of you made her sick, and I also. She thought you too well pampered for your own good," The King took her pale and clammy hands. "As a punishment, these hands will witness hard work and pain to repay your debt to my wife. You will wash clothes and scrub the palace floors clean everyday. You will train to become part of our kingdom's military. As of tomorrow, you are stripped from your title as Princess and heir apparent until further notice, and you will serve those who served you." Angewomon stared at the King in disbelief, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Get out of my sight. Clean yourself up and go to Wizardmon. He has something for you." The King spoke before turning, his red cape flying. Angewomon took her cloak and quickly left the room, biting her lip to keep herself from crying. She went into her chambers and jumped into her bed, soaking her pillow with tears.

"Angewomon, milady – may I show you something?" It was Wizardmon. He helped her stand up. "Why don't you go to the hot springs to freshen up? Then I'll show and tell."

"Is this what Myotismon wants me to see?" Angewomon spat, not even addressing Myotismon as King.

"No, the King does not know of what I will show you. I'll give that special something to you later."

After she finished her bath, she dressed into a pure white, silk gown, which, in the sunlight, made her radiate light like a star. She stepped outside the castle gates and walked, looking at the commoners.

Soon, I'll be even lower than them. She thought to herself as they bowed to her. She looked at them sympathetically. She stared at them sadly, lost in thought. Then she began her walk again, her head still in the clouds. She turned sharply to her left.

"OOMPH!" She collided into something hard and fell. She heard a neigh of a horse. She looked up to see a brown horse with a black muzzle.

"I'm sorry milady, did I just run into you? I was blinded by a bright light." A man with long, dark-blonde hair wearing a white cloak outlined in silver with a loose grey shirt underneath spoke from on top of the horse. He dismounted and took Angewomon's hand, helping her up.

"By the way, I am Prince Angemon."

"I'm Princess Angewomon ... uhumm... excuse me, but... why do you have wings?"

"All heirs to thrones have them when they get to a certain age. I got mine a few months ago. I'm really sorry, Princess. Can I give you a ride back to your palace, as my repayment?"

"Um," Angewomon looked at his blue eyes. He looked really eager to help her... but what would the King say? "Yes my lord – Thank you." He picked her up and helped her on the horse and then he swung on behind her. He put his arms around her to get the reins of the horse.

"So," Angemon started. "Can you show me the directions? I'm new around here."

Angewomon giggled from embarrassment.

"Here, take the reins. You drive me." He placed the reins in her hands. "Do you know how to ride a horse?"

"Not really..." Angewomon was afraid. Then Angemon held her hands and guided her hands. He showed her how to control the horse's direction and speed.

"I'll help you."

After a while, they arrived at the gates.

"Princess Angewomon!" Wizardmon was there standing and waving at the gates. "There you are! We were looking all over for you!"

"Wizardmon, he's my chamberlain. He's always worried about me. Thank you, Prince Angemon." She gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

"When can I see you again?" He asked as he helped her off his horse.

"I'm afraid never again..." Angewomon's voice cracked as she remembered her punishment. "I'm sorry – goodbye."

Then she ran into the gates with Wizardmon behind her. She ran into her chambers and looked out the window. Angemon was still there, looking up at her. He gave a slight nod to her, then his horse reared up and galloped away. Angewomon looked blankly at where he had left the horizon, tears streaming down her face.

"My lady Angewomon," Wizardmon took her arms and walked her to a tall mirror. It was elegantly bordered with silver and jewels. "Do you know what this is?"

"It was my mother's."

"Not just whose it was. It is a magical mirror, but only to those with royal blood. Go walk through it." Wizardmon pushed Angewomon forward, a doubting look on her face.

"But –"

"No 'buts!' Don't worry, you will come back out." Angewomon looked at Wizardmon again like he was crazy. Nonetheless, she shut her eyes and walked into the mirror. She felt a slight tingly feeling, but she kept her eyes shut.

"Turn around." Wizardmon's guiding voice spoke to her. She did a half turn, assuming that she had her back turned from the mirror, if she had come out of the mirror. "Now open your eyes." Angewomon looked at herself in the mirror. She had the same face, but instead of wearing the dirty white gown (when she fell, crashing into Angemon's horse), it was clean – cleaner than when she first wore it. She turned around, looking at her back.

"I have wings!" She exclaimed.

"Only the true heir of the throne of the Light Kingdom obtains wings walking through this mirror of light." Wizardmon said from behind her, carrying a large wooden box. "These are one of the possessions your mother gave to me before she passed on. She told me to give it to you when I think it is time. And I think today, you need to know that you are the Queen of Light." Wizardmon took out a silver crown with a diamond shaped as a star as the center jewel. He placed it on Angewomon's head. She was shaking her head in denial.

"You do not accept your fate?" Wizardmon questioned.

"Yes, I do," Angewomon mumbled. "But I cannot take the throne – Myotismon controls it." She took off the crown and put it back in its box. She placed it under her bed.

"Well then, Princess or not, I will always serve you, my Queen." Wizardmon bowed to her.

"Nice to see where your loyalties lie, Wizardmon." Myotismon appeared in Angewomon's chamber. "I guess you'll go down together." Angewomon stared at him defiantly.

"That look! I hate it! Bow down and serve me!" Myotismon commanded.

"No." Angewomon kept looking at him with her icy stare.

"Very well, Angewomon. I've been too forgiving to you for all these years." Myotismon pulled out his sword. "Maybe I need to show you more discipline!" He swung his sword at her to cut off her head.

"No!" Wizardmon jumped infront of her and took the blow. "Run away, Angewomon!"

"FOOL!" Myotismon cried. He struck at Wizardmon again and he collapsed at his feet. Angewomon jumped out her window, spreading her wings to fly. She flew over a forest and found a large cottage in a clearing. She collapsed on the steps when she tried to land, and cried herself to sleep.

Wizardmon...

As you can see, its quite different. I hope its good though. I sure enjoyed writing this. Please Review!

- Koumiko