*AN: *looks at her reviewers in awe. Awwwww thanks yall!!!! I'm so glad yall are liking my story!* *looks at the review by AuroraBorealis and starts to walk over to her to answer her questions but instead trips over her tied shoelaces.*
*For that, the sweet toothed Squirrel soon found herself without any cookies*
To answer your questions Aurora, I'm 17, been writing poetry since I was 10, stories since I was 11, and this story just popped up in my head after getting tired of reading the SAME THING in almost every Snow White story. I wanted to prove that you can stick to the plot AND be original at the same time. If you think my story is good you should check out:
Nicolette story ID 775612
It's the best I've read so far. Anyways thank you so much for the complement in saying I could be a great novelist.... that really does mean something to me!
*Correctly ties her shoe laces so that she doesn't trip and fall again. Reaches into her bag for a small snack and realizes that, once again, Squirrel has taken her cookies!*
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Italics may mean flashbacks!
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"Mirror, Mirror, Oh thee that sees the end as well as the start,
Who will someday win over Tomas's Heart?"
The mirror faded and showed Isabelle's reflection. Isabelle stared at her reflection for along time.
"Mirror, Mirror, you make my heart cry,
What you say was truth?
And not a lie?"
Once again the Mirror showed Isabelle her own reflection. Her heart leaped for joy, but then it sank once again as it showed the reflection of Snow... barely there... but it was there...
"Mirror, Mirror, with your truthful glow
What must I do to keep his heart away from Snow?"
The mirror faded and came back with a picture of Snow laying in her bed asleep. The sun shown in slightly to show that it was early morning, Isabelle watched as the sun, in fast motion it seemed, moved to noon and then night. Snow never moved... she was asleep... forever.
Isabelle smiled.
Of course! Why had she not thought of it before? The only way to have Bradford love her son, the only way for Tomas to love her, the only way for her to be able to step from Snow's shadow was to put the girl to sleep. It wasn't a crime, she would only sleep. For along time... she would only sleep forever.
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Snow lifted Joshua into her arms again. She loved him even if she hated Isabelle. Joshua was so innocent, too kind to hate. Isabelle walked in.
"Put my son down," Isabelle said coldly. Snow looked at her, then back to Joshua before laying him in the crib.
"Just holding my brother," Snow said, "Stepmother." She said it sweetly, a sweet smile placed on her lips.
"He is not your brother," Isabelle said, stepping forward.
"The son of papa is a brother to me."
Isabelle laughed.
Snow stood still and watched her.
"Your 'Papa'?" Still laughing Isabelle grabbed Snow by the hair and pulled her towards the Grand Queen Chambers. She threw her to stand in front of the Mirror.
"Mirror, Mirror, who will show me to my sweet love's kiss,
Show me who Snow's Papa is!"
Snow stared at the Queen with mixed feelings; was the woman insane? She looked back towards the mirror to see her reflection was gone. A man sat in a chair looking out a window, his hair was salt and pepper, but you could see how black it had once been. His eyes an odd shade of green. His skin was so tanned it looked as if he came from the sun itself.
Isabelle laughed. Snow stared at the man for a long time. There was no denying him, he looked like her, or perhaps she like him. It didn't matter; the truth was shown to her now.
"You see, my dear," Isabelle said stepping closer, a gleam of a knife shook Snow from her dazed state. "Bradford is not your papa." The knife went up dangerously and Snow ran around to the side of the bed. Isabelle laughed as she chased the girl.
Snow ran over the bed and out of the door.
"Get back here, you Bitch!" Isabelle screamed as Snow ran from the palace and through the gardens. "I will find you!"
Snow could hear Isabelle breathing, the warm breath touched the back of her neck and she ran faster, she ran past the garden and into the woods beyond. She ran until her feet burned and bled. She ran till her legs lost all strength, and then she crawled. She crawled until her dress was torn in all ways, until her hands were scraped, rough and raw. She crawled until she fell face first in the mud and all went black...
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"Gone?" Charming asked one of the servants. "What in the nine hells do you mean she is gone?"
"Forgive me Prince Charming," the servant said looking down at the floor. Charming realized it was hard on everyone. Isabelle hadn't come out of her room. King Bradford had so many search groups looking for her. Not one of the servants wore a smile.
Charming nodded and walked out to the gardens. First Angel, then Adele, and now Snow! He shook his head, his parents had frowned and shaken their heads and said it was a shame. Five minutes later they were trying to talk to Charming about a different betrothal! As if he had cared nothing for her! They treated him as if he...
He shook the thought from his head. He didn't want to care about her. No, he didn't. It wasn't 'love' that made him get on his horse. It wasn't 'love that made him gallop through the woods in search of her. It wasn't 'love' that made his heart hurt the way it was. It wasn't 'love', it was just... it was...
Worry for her family! Perfect excuse! He was worried at what Bradford would do if his child went missing. After all, those rumors proved him to be very unstable.
Unstable, a conversation came back to his mind. What if Snow found out she wasn't Bradford's daughter? That would be a reason she ran away!
Charming slowed his pace and began to walk the horse in silence; he was lost in his own thoughts and knew not what it was that scared his horse. His horse kicked back and threw him off onto the ground with a thud before it galloped away.
Charming heard footsteps all around him. He looked but saw nothing. Leaves moved only inches from his body, but no breeze blew forth to stir them. He leaped back and laid a hand on the hilt of his sword.
Ghosts aren't real, Charming, he told himself mentally. All that exists lives, bleeds, and dies...
Angel had told him that. Suddenly the memory of Angel brought a different thought to his head. Angel had gone riding the morning of the baby's ball. Riding in the woods. Adele had run away, heartbroken at the thought of losing Angel. She ran in the woods. And there were several search groups searching for Snow yet not one had found her... She ran in the woods. None of them had been found...
"I swear," she said looking towards those woods in their place, that old part of the gardens. "They are haunted, Charming."
"Ghosts are not real, Snow." Charming said, a sweet smile gracing his lips. He ran a finger along her jaw.
"No, not by ghosts, by the memory of a Ghost." Snow looked away from the woods and shivered. "I never go near them, and I never will. I feel like sometimes, but not always, the Forest is watching me. Begging me to enter them.
"I don't understand what you mean, Princess." He said, still looking towards her, not sparing a glance at the woods.
"Never mind," she looked back at him and smiled. "Teach me more with the sword, Charming."
Haunted by the memory of a Ghost. What could that have meant? He thought back to more of the conversations he had with Snow. Still listening for sounds in the woods, but no sounds came. Only the sound of his breath and heartbeat.
"Dreams?" Charming asked as he kicked a stone towards Tomas and glared at him. Tomas had been staring too much at Snow, it bothered him. Tomas smiled back stupidly and shrugged.
"More like nightmares!" Snow laughed as she balanced along the dried up fountain.
"Nightmares of what?"
"Of memories," Snow stopped and looked at him, an odd look on her face. "But they aren't my memories. I don't understand them. Papa had said once that your Soul gives you things of its own... Do you believe that Charming?"
"I never thought about it." He admitted. He looked back at Tomas who was supposed to be watching Angel help Adele learn to better use the blade. He was staring at Snow again, too far away to hear the conversation, but still staring at her. "Tomas!" He snapped. Tomas looked over at him and looked back towards Adele and Angel.
"What was he doing?" Snow asked, Charming shrugged it off and urged her to continue about her dreams.
"What happens in your nightmares?"
"It's about a man, but I've never seen him before, nor can I see him now. He has his back turned and is walking into those woods." She pointed with her chin towards the Forest. "The view is from Papa's room, I used to sit on the window sill and look at the Forest. I remember the view perfectly. But in my dream I am watching, I am watching Him walk away and I am sad...its just so haunting..." She shrugged. "It's silly, I know."
"I don't think so," Charming said reaching up a hand to help her sit, slightly worried she would slip and fall into the dried fountain.
"Has that stuff ever happened to you?"
"Not that I remember, but my old Nanny, she is dead now, but she said that I had my Grandfather in me more than I knew." He gave a hissed laugh that he had done so often when embarrassed or humored by Snow. "She meant that I acted like him; I had scared a few people." He shrugged, imitating what Snow had done only moments ago when explaining her dream. "She thought I had his Soul."
"Maybe you do."
Charming, thought for a long time. Galloping horses came up behind him and he saw one of the Kings search groups.
"Prince Charming?" Called the man in the front, "What are you doing out here?"
"Same as you, looking for Snow."
The man waved another man forward, he hardly looked like a man, more like a young boy, and he was leaning on his horse in an odd way.
"Fell of his horse, I swear the damned are in this Forest." Charming nodded absently and climbed onto the horse in front of the young boy and walked the horse back slowly towards the castle.
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