Author's Note:
Not first time writing, but it is my first time posting something on this site. I don't really think a disclaimer is necessary (since thisis ), but if it makes everyone feel better, I don't own the characters or show. Nor do I gain any monetary assets from this story. This is purely fanmade and meant for everyone to enjoy. The Snow White theme will be fairly loose, I don't want anyone out there to think I'm rewriting Snow White. That's not my intention. If you think it reflects too closely to Snow White, let me know what you think I should do to change that if it bothers you. Please don't just message me with something along the lines of, "It's too close to Snow white. Fix it." That's not helpful.
Without further ado, enjoy!
A long time ago, in an enchanted land far from here, there lived a family of four. The king had ruled over this land for many years and the land did well under his rule. He was blessed with three children, all of which he was proud of for different reasons. His eldest, a young maiden of the tender age of sixteen, showed an incredible knack for dealing with diplomats and handling foreign affairs. Her looks and name alone granted her many would-be suitors, but she's never shown interest in those who only wanted her for looks and title. Her father was proud his daughter was strong-willed and though he wanted to see her wed, he did not wish for her to be in an unhappy marriage where she would not be given the respect and freedoms she so rightfully earned and deserved.
His second child and first-born son was more interested in using his hands to earn respect and praise, rather his words and wit like his sister. He was well known throughout the kingdom, at age fourteen, for his whittling and carvings, but his real passion laid with carving life size marionettes of the people that caught his interest that he would then use to entertain his family and the villagers in puppet shows done in good humor. While many thought the king's first-born son's hobbies to be a waste of time and that he should be preparing to inherit the throne instead, the king knew that his first-born son was better suited to a life dedicated to entertainment and lightening the mood of all in a gathering and not attending meetings and dealing with the pressure of ruling a kingdom.
His youngest, at twelve, was already showing an outstanding talent for ruling and keeping all fair within the land. It was decided that upon his sixteenth summer he was to be declared his father's successor. The people of the land had come to love and respect the young man, despite his troubled upbringing. They saw in him a fair leader and a fierce protector of his kingdom-to-be. His father couldn't be any more proud of his successor to be. He was certain the kingdom would fare just as well, if not more, under his youngest child's rule and he knew that his two older children would look out for and help their sibling in any way they could. All was right and fair in the kingdom.
Or so it seemed. Along the border of the kingdom, in a crumbling and run-down cottage there lived a sorcerer and his apprentice. Many years ago, the sorcerer was banished from his home by his king for practicing black magic on the people of the kingdom. He believed that because they were peasants and worked the land they had no value, the king, a wise, fair, compassionate man, disagreed and banished him for treason and the killings of innocent people. The only satisfaction the sorcerer can get from remembering his old king is the knowledge that his death was at his hand.
When the sorcerer learned that a mere child was to inherit the throne he grew livid and devised a plan to get rid of not only the heir, but the king as well. And the upcoming party in honor of the young prince's birthday was the perfect place and time to set his plan into motion.
