Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters

Crossover with – Fairy tales

Summary: The siblings received word of a new witch lurking in a prestigious kingdom. As far as Hansel is concerned, it's just another job with a hefty pay from the King. But none of them expected a twisted evil with an equally twisted motive and they are not quite sure what they were dealing with anymore.

Prologue

1713

Thunder booming in the night as the heavy rain patted on the roofs and paves of the town. Though the moon has gone behind the clouds of the night, the town and cities of Germania remains bright as the lights from the castle shone down from the very top of the hill.

As oppose to the town. Within the castle's ground, lights seem to shine everywhere. The sound of joyous music fills the air as the aristocrats inside the ballroom dance their way gracefully. Women of royalty walks with such femininity in their colorful grand gowns while the men of the courts and such struts their way with much dignity.

Right in the center of the ballroom was a pretty little girl in a pretty white dress that reach down to a small train. Bright blue eyes with hair as dark as midnight, the girl is fair-skinned, white as snow with lips just a touch of innocent red. Befitting of the name that describes the exact beauty she has, and only at fifteen of years! She is dancing happily with one her father's on duty guards, not that she cared. Even if the man is a servant trying to make way to fill up the King's goblet, she would drag him up and demands him to dance with her if she wants too.

Across the room at the head of the ball, sat a beautiful lady. She glanced around and smile gleefully at the sight. This was it. She thought as rub subconsciously at the silky material of her gown. The world that she has been dreaming about. All night she have been receiving compliments of beauty, of gracefulness, of charming and poised. It had all finally come true! Riches and parties. Power and beauty! It was all hers and shall remain so.

"What a beautiful sight!" the lady heard. Immediately she turns toward the man in question, with a smile ready to accept the compliment but was shocked to see his eyes not on her.

"Truly beautiful. Much like that of her late mother, I say." Said his companion.

"She will be the fairest of them all."

Chills run down the back of the Lady's spine. Her eyes catching the girl that the men seems to ogle about. Not her. Not her. It was supposed to she herself that people be transfixed on. Not her. She was the one who people should wonder at her beauty. Not her. Not the princess.

She stood hurriedly from her chair, receiving a worried glance from her partner. Quickly she think of a way to tone it down, "My Lord, I think that I perhaps am not feeling well tonight."

"But the night is still young. We haven't had our second dance yet!" At this point, the lady really wanted to roll her eyes and slap her partner's face. Putting a sly smile, she reaches out to his hands, "Don't worry, my love. I have the most wonderful time! I'll just need some rest for now."

After a while, he agrees and the Lady could not get out of the room sooner than the man could stop her. Though, she accept with masked greed at the people bowing as she makes her way out. As she dismissed her guards, she barged away to the East Wing of the castle and went down to the underground basement; her personal lair. Only she knows the existence of such place and that too shall remain as such.

Pulling out the key, she unlocked the heavy door and went in, lighting each candles before standing right in front a big, majestic looking mirror. The frame was bright red with gold encrusted crafts surrounding it. Right on the top of the mirror there written its true purpose; Amour Propre.

Smiling, the Lady calls upon the mirror and asks the question she dearly inquired every time she faces the mirror. It was her drug. The need to know, to affirm and to be confident that she will remain who she is now. The mirror has the answer to all.

And as the mirror turns bright, it echoes the rooms with the answer that she was not expecting. Answer that she did not want to hear. Answer she will not accept.

Never.

A/N: Hi guys! Been a long time since I posted anything here. Sorry! Anyway, I think you could guess what fairy tales this is. Hopefully, it will turn up great. Now, if you have noticed the story is still untitled and I really hope all of you could give me suggestion to name this story. I'm lost!

Review and comment on the story. And don't forget to suggest a title!

Thanks,

Willow