Red Riding Hood that's what they call me. I live alone in the woods in the kingdom of white. People call me notorious and a thief. Goldilocks and I have a past, after all, she is my sister but she is queen in the kingdom of hood. Yet she won't bear the name of Hood even though she does have a birthright to it.
You all know the story of the big bad wolf and I but you have only heard the version of the royal court. I think it would be best if you knew the truth. Once upon a time my mother and father sent me into the woods with a basket of fresh baked goods, for my Grannie mother of my mother. Goldilocks was meant to take the goods but she loaded the job off on to me. So I walked out the palace gates and into Sherwood Forest. There are many roads and tracks in the forest but the road I chose is immoral way. Immoral way is home to the most corrupt of criminals but real estate is fairly cheap. My grandmother lives in between the gingerbread inn (a strictly witches facility) and the Big Bad Wolf. I walked down the track careful to keep my identity hidden, after all, being princess ensures a high ransom. I was passing the wolf's cottage when I saw him hoeing his vegetable patch. "Mornin Red, fancy that seeing you here today, a Tuesday of all days, wasn't your older sister, Princess Goldie, meant to be visiting your old gran today?" He said with a slight accent. His muscles rippled under his shirt, his golden hair flowed in the breeze, his Jade eyes sparkled as much as the precious stone. Most people don't realise that the wolf is actually a werewolf. "Well Goldie, didn't want to ruin her new boots and I would never pass up a chance to see you," I replied to the wolf straightening my skirts.
I finally reached Grannie's house things seemed out of place the door was slightly ajar, the garden unkempt and her rocking chair which used to sit on the porch was now smashed to bits on the lawn. I lifted the door knocker and knocked three times. "Come in," said a woman who sounds young. I walked in the door and saw grannie sitting by the fire reading a copy of the otherworldly times. Beside her was a collection of magazines and books ranging from; A complete guide to the species of faerie, Weapons, Spells and other ways to kill, Rags to Gowns the autobiography of Cinderella. Her Crystal Ball had a dozen or so messages waiting to be received.
Grannie looked different so I decided to question her. "Grannie, what purple hair you have?" I asked. Grannie then replied, "Do you like it I died it last week at the Fairy Kisses Boutique." I then noticed a hump on her back so I said, "Why have you suddenly developed a hunchback?" Grannie paused for a moment before saying, "I recently had a fall and my back hasn't fully recovered, no need to worry about me." Suddenly I noticed a dagger in her hand, cautiously I asked, "Grannie, why do you have a dagger?" Grannie looked at me but did not say a word.
Knock. Knock. Knock. "Catherine, Red! I'm just dropping off the firewood." Said a voice that was so familiar I knew in an instant it was the wolf. Grannie took this moment of distraction as an opportunity and lunged. Luckily for me, I had fast reflexes. The wolf sensed my distress and came in teeth bared all out attacking the grannie.
After that day we had to lodge a case in court but for no apparent reason, my friend was deemed the Villain for killing the Grannie as well as for influencing me into thinking he was a nice man. Goldilocks broke the news to me later that night that I was apparently suffering a severe case of Stockholm syndrome. Two years later on my fifteenth birthday, my sister disowned me because of what had happened to grannie and also my parents were now dead leaving no one to influence her decision.
