The hem of her dress tore away with a loud rip of fabric, thin slashes brimming blood on her cheeks as she ran for her life. The trees gaped at her, the light from a full moon showing through their curled branches like shinning eyes. Fear made her heartbeat quicken until it seemed to be nothing but a rush in her ears, no discernible pause in the rhythm. Her shoes had been claimed by a bog several hundred yards behind her and, with bare feet, she ran onward. Roots threatened to trip her, smashing her toes until they bled onto the dirt ground.
Snow White, princess of the land, could not stop her thoughts from whirling around the Huntsman's words.
"Your step-mother ordered me to kill you and cut out your heart."
Her step-mother - her heart - end her life. These three things went through her mind over and over until they melded together into one grotesque idea. Snow White gave a strangled cry as she fell face first to the ground, arms flailing desperately. She had tripped on a fallen branch. Looking up, tears blurring her limited vision, she saw it. A light in the distance. Maybe it was a house, a shelter where she could be safe.
Pushing up, she ran towards it with a flicker of hope making her heart stop for a moment.
-THE END