Snow White awakes with a startle. She squints as her eyes adjusts to the sunlight through the stainglass window. She looks around, unfamiliar of the room she is in. Then she realizes that she can't move her hands and feet. They were bound tightly by a thick rope. She struggles to get the knots loose but knowing she can't do it she looks around looking for something to use.
If she wasn't restrained she wouldn't believe that she was being held captive. The room she was in was worthy of being a royal bedroom. She lay on a four poster bed, the pillows are soft, full of down, the blanket made of silk and the drapes heavy and tusseled and there was fine furniture. So why is she bound?
All of a sudden, a feeling familiar to her resurfaces. All those years trapped in that tower cell with only fear as her companion came crashing down on her once more. Those lonely days with nothing but straw dolls to keep her company could drive anybody to madness. Not even the warmth that her fireplace provided was enough to thaw the cold and lessen the fear. That fear would double everytime the Queen's brother would come watch her and she would pretend to be sleeping but she knew that he knows she was not. She remebered the endless waiting; waiting to know what will happen to her; waiting to know what the Queen plans for her; waiting to be free. Perhaps that was the hardest of all, to wait, to hope to see the outside world again because she knew that Ravenna would not keep her locked away if she had no use for her. Freedom was just a dream to her yet the thought of her escaping her strong. She knew that she needed to get out of here.
But she was supposed to be past that. She has already saved her people from the Evil Queen and the throne restored back to her. So why was she here?
"HELLOOO?!" She shouted out, "Anybody there?"
She waits for a response but she hears nothing. It seems she was left here, all alone, by her captor. She tries to remember what happened. Trying to find the memory of the last thing she saw.