Prologue

A round, gold mirror hung against the wall of a damp cave. The light flicker of a torch glistened in its reflection, and illuminated the dark crevice. Water trickled down the rigid, rock wall behind it, until pooling against the ground. Ripples resonated through the shallow puddle as a footstep startled its still state. A figure approached the mirror and looked into the reflection. What stared back was a face hidden behind veils of black cloth. An obscured shadow. Only the tips of his long, blood-crusted fingernails remained unconcealed from the cloak. The figure stared at the mirror in a reverie. It was identical to Ravenna's.

Suddenly, the solid gold of the mirror began to ripple like the water of the puddle. Its solid state transforming into a thick liquid. The mirror did not descend to the ground, but instead the reflection in its gold plate morphed, until the figure no longer saw his own reflection. Now, another figure reflected in the gold. One with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as a raven's wings – Snow White.

Behind the veil of black cloth, the figure licked his thin lips in admiration of Snow White. He leered at her frightened face that stared back at him with unsettlement. The image of Snow White in the gold mirror obscured, as men crowded around and dropped the mirror to the ground, but the cloaked man had seen enough. Snow White had fulfilled her obligation and killed Ravenna. The events were finally setting into motion.

Loud footsteps disrupted the calm of the cave, falling in erratic and heavy stomps. A young man approached the cloaked figure. On the side of his neck, a crescent birthmark glimmered in reflection to the light. The cloaked figure did not turn in acknowledgement of the man, but remained with his back facing him. He did not flinch when he approached, nor greet him.

"What have you seen, Master?" The man asked.

"Snow White has killed Ravenna and she is to become Queen," he responded. His voice was a low, deep grumble that resonated through the walls of the cave.

"It's all over then, isn't it?"

"No, no, son. It's only beginning," he said, as he uncovered the cloth from his face.

A/N: I will begin regularly updating this story by the end of December, giving myself some time to outline and plan the story in detail. I hope that you all look forward to what I have planned, and if you are reading this without having read Part I of the story, I recommend you do.