Here I go again starting a new story. I know I know I know. I need to work on the other stuff, especially the stuff people ask for. But I just watched the movie again and I know there's a second one coming out in FOREVER so I needed to fill the hole in my heart! Hope you like it. :)
The apple twisted around as it fell to the forest floor and now it took the shape of the Devil's fruit. It's skin covered in what she told herself must have been mold but looked strangely like dog's fur. The seemingly crunchy meat was now browning and sagging. It made a disgusting sort of thud as it hit the ground and sort of melted into the snow beneath her feet. Like the sensation one gets when drinking hot tea, when the warmness floods through the body—her body froze and tingled, spreading into her stomach, her lungs, her fingers. She felt her knees hit the ground as she looked up to William. For a long needed moment, he saw the William that she knew from before. He jested with her and teased her with an apple like in her memory. Now when she looked up at him he couldn't be farther away from what she remembered. He smiled at her as she stumbled backwards and down to her knees. She saw that he wasn't himself. His face had turned fairer and his stubble receding. He wasn't William anymore. The creature before her spoke and she realized whom she knelt before. Ravenna's face molded it's self out of her companions features and Snow felt her heart slow. Her fingers stiffened as cold overtook her. She had been expecting this; waiting,,, wanting? Yes. She wanted this to be over with. She wanted for no more people to die in her stead.
There was yelling in the distance, but she couldn't turn her head. She couldn't move at all. She would cry if she could for out of all of the tones she heard, she could pick out his voice above the rest. He was coming straight towards the danger and she couldn't scream or warn him. Her concern was for the dwarves and William as well but something in her wanted to scream for no her childhood friend and love, but for the Huntsman who had saved her life so many times in the past few terrifying days.
Bonny fingers wrapped around her neck and she could only stare into the eyes of the witch who would kill her. Blue like steel that could have been black but still not as cruel as these. The voices ventured closer as the raven hearted Queen smiled deeply into Snow's soul. A knife shined in her peripheral vision as the Queen lifted it to be brought down into her heart.
"Princess!" screamed the voices and Ravenna's eyes glowed with hatred and anticipation. It was now. There was no doubt that the Queen wanted to play with Snow; give her a small amount of hope from hearing her company call her name. The hope of living just a little longer.
"NO!" yelled the Huntsman, swinging his axe across the Queen's body. With a twirl of her feathered cape she became herself a small flock of ravens and flew off out of the Huntsman's reach. "Princess," he called; the endearment in the word that she had thought existed was now replaced with shaking and fear. She didn't think it possible, to hear him speak like that. Apparently it took her being on her death bed. She would have laughed probably. William came into view as she heard the Huntsman pleading heatedly with the dwarves. If hey had healed her before then maybe- but there was no more for her, she knew. This is death. She told herself as her eyes slowly closed. The last thing her pupils focused on was the scene infront of her. None of the dwarves were in view. Infront of her was William, though he was blurry. She focused behind him on the tall figure of the Huntsman with his hands on his head. He stood turned away from her; his axe in his hand.
"No, this cannot be." Spoke Muir, the wisest of the dwarves, who could see with his heart not his eyes. Everything was dark and cold but above she heard William whispering to her.
"Please," he held her head up off the ground. She could feel his long delicate fingers at the nape of her neck, colder still than her own flesh. She felt the warm touch of something to her lips and she thought she felt her heart beat. But it was still. If love's true kiss couldn't start its beating then she wouldn't even hear their voices for long. Maybe that's what death was, hearing the people you love say there farewells before finally being buried and never knowing a human voice again.
If that was true, she only wished that she had said something more lasting at her father's funeral.
"What shall we do now?" asked Gort. She heard William stand—the crunch of snow under his boots was evidence of that. Another approached her and she could hear the person's slightly ragged breathing. She felt herself being lifted out of the snow and gathered up into a pair of well muscled arms. Warm hands held her close. That and the calluses on those warm hands gave it away. The Huntsman held her close and leaned his head on hers. Something dripped onto her face. Was it melting snow? If so, then why were the drips so warm? Beith spoke up finally in reply to Gorts question.
"What we promised." He said slowly. She felt the Huntsman's breath, hot on her skin and thought that for that moment she could have shivered. She never realized before but crying is not just a physical thing; for in that moment she was crying. She did this not for herself but for the people she was leaving behind and all the things that she just realized that she would never be able to say or tell. The Huntsman's warm calloused hands gripped her as if to say its ok. Even now when it was too late for her, he had to be thinking of her. How he must be hurting himself now. Beith continued slowly but deliberately. "We vowed to follow her in life and in death. We will do what she would have wanted.
So tell me if you like it! and please tell me if I screwed up grammar or spelling. I didn't have it proofed! I've already got 2/3 of the next part done so that'll be out soon. Review Please ;)