The poor boy woke up at the crack of dawn on a hill overlooking a small, empty town. Getting up, he realized that his right leg was very sore and that he could barely put any pressure on it. A part of his brain kind of clicked pieces of his puzzle into place and he began to make a mental list of priorities. First, he had to find food and water, then, if he was lucky, he could live in one of those deserted buildings in the ghost town below.
Starting his trek down the gently curving hill, he tried to remember some things about his past. So he started with something that should have been relatively easy, saying his name. So he opened his mouth and sorted around in his mind for his name, which was very unusual, because most kids learn their names when they are very young. But he was- wait, he didn't know how old he was. Fueled by these strange happenings, he rushed down the slippery hill, half sliding, and half running down. The adrenaline masking his pain from his right leg, he almost felt free and invincible. Almost.
As he came into the town, his adrenaline ebbed away and he winced as he could now feel that his right leg was throbbing, rather painfully. Inching into the closest building, he went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. For some reason, he felt that somebody was watching him; judging him like a predator. Looking into the full-length mirror, he saw that he was about fifteen, maybe sixteen, and had curly blonde hair with piercing bright ice blue eyes. For the first time, he saw himself and he sees that he is wearing a necklace. It was in the shape of a seashell and appeared to be a locket.
Opening the locket, he sees no picture. Nothing. It is completely empty. He is about to toss it away when the light catches something on the back of the necklace. Turning around in his hands, he sees a name inscribed in the metal.
Prince Charming.
Somewhere around the same hills the boy had awoken, a girl of about fifteen-years-old wakes up with a kink in her neck and a throbbing right leg. Groaning as she gets up, she tries to remember where she was. Then she tries to remember where she is from, but she doesn't know the answers to either of those questions. She does not even know what her name is. Her memory has been wiped.
She starts to walk slowly, and in about ten minutes time she sees the ocean. Looking into the waves, she sees her reflection and sees that she has curly, dark hair and brown, warm and innocent eyes. Her eyebrows are kind of thick and she has a ovel face. She looks back at the ocean and realizes with a start that it is now lake. She could have sworn that there had been an ocean, not a lake. But she forgets that for the moment because the water is calling her. It is so beautifully clear and unpolluted. So she dives in, cherishing the feeling of the water splashing against her face and waves crashing over her body as she floats.
When she gets out, she feels something cold pressed against her skin. Looking down, she notices that she has a locket around her neck and that it is in the shape of a dove. She opens it and finds it to be suprisingly bare. Inspecting the locket closer she notices that on its back there are two words.
Snow White.
In her castle the Queen laughs. She has finally done it! The two little brats are seperated and they cannot stop her reign over her kingdom. But magic always had its price...
But she was willing to pay that price, whatever it might be.
A/N: Hey readers! Please no flames, because this is my second story published on FanFiction, but constructed critisim is welcomed... oh, and if you want to say any suggestions on which other characters I should put into this story or where I should go with this, please comment! :) Merci beaucoup! (That's French!) :)