*We have all heard the story of Snow White - The beautiful, innocent girl who suffered at the hands of her stepmother.
Well, here, I propose a different Snow White.*
The Misty Maiden.
Long ago, there lived a young princess with skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony. She was beautiful, more stunning than any other being. However, because of this beauty, her stepmother grew very jealous and went so far as to hire a huntsman to kill her. And though the huntsman did try, chasing the poor girl into the woods, he could not bring himself to harm an young, innocent girl. So, he left her in the woods with the intent on deceiving the Evil Queen.
Now, poor Snow White ran through the woods, fearful of all that was around her. However, no creature harmed her. Far from it, in fact. The woodland creatures guided her through the frightening woods until they came upon a small village. Snow White thanked the creatures and, without much hesitation, entered the village.
She was immediately accepted by the villagers, the families adopting her. She would play with all of the children and all was well. She all but forgot her home. That is, until she saw one mother severely scolding a child. Up until then, everything seemed perfect and everyone seemed so happy.
She never really found out what the child had done to deserve such a scolding, but she did notice that he was kept indoors for days. That didn't seem right to her. After that, she noticed it wasn't just one family, but many of them.
The children were very obviously not happy. Couldn't their parents see that? Didn't they understand?
Snow White pondered over that for days and days. Then, one day, she came to a conclusion: The parents were obviously not happy with something the children did and the children were quite obviously not happy at home. So, the solution was simple: If the children weren't there, everyone would be happy.
Without delay, she got to know the children a bit more and was soon able to coax them from their homes. In one night, all the children left to live with her.
When morning came, the parents were first angered that their children had snuck out in the night, then worried when none had returned. Days passed and still no sign of the children. Days turned to weeks and weeks to months, and still nothing.
Eventually, they had other children and, as the generations passed, the events became hardly more than an old story.
That is, until a young girl came to the village one day...
