A/N: Thanks to those who read my new story, Motion Pictures Presents. I love you. If you want me to love you too, go read! Yee haw! (I don't know WHAT I was thinking when I wrote Yee haw, now that I look back on it)

THIS IS WHERE IT ALL MAKES SENSE!!!!

I was so tired. Jessica had drawn every bit of my strength by badgering me on information including a memory of Chenate and I when we were little. But after that one memory I snapped at her, and told the rest of my adventure, but then went to rest.

"Mirror, mirror, on the wall," I said to Cerdames. She awoke instantly and waited for me to say something. I flounced on my bed and looked at her, tiredly. The evening had birthed into the wee hours of the day and though I was deathly tired, sleep would not come.

"Tell me the story of Snow White" I yawned.

Cerdames cocked her head. "The prophesy, milady?"

I blinked. "Prophesy? Whatever is it that means you? Is't really a prophesy?" I asked.

Cerdames nodded slowly, as if she could not see that I had no clue as to what she was talking about. "Yes, milady, and the prophesy is being fulfilled at the moment!"

I shook my head in disbelief. "So every time I heard the story I was listening to the prophesy of another lady?" I calculated to Cerdames, disbelieving.

"No, Milady, you've heard twisted stories of the prophesy. Your own prophesy."

I rolled my eyes. "Prophesies can be changed," I laughed, believing it was a joke. But something in Cerdames' eyes told me it was true.

"Don't be silly," I shook my head, but Cerdames face was stern.

"A prophesy I heard naught!" I reasoned. "Tis only a children's story."

Cerdames held her gaze and her facial expression didn't change. "Milady…"

"Cerdames!" I snapped. "There is no prophecy at all! You musn't talk about such things!"

"Annabelle." Cerdames looked at me, sympathetic.

I gave up and threw myself onto the rest of the bed. "I never knew anything, about a prophesy. So why all of a sudden, is there one now?"

"It has always been there. You've heard it tens upon hundreds of times, milady. Let me tell you the story you've always heard, and then I will tell you the true prophesy you are to live…

"A long time ago, a child was born to a queen and king and she was called Snow White. When the queen died, the king married again. This new queen was wicked and hated Snow white. The queen gave orders that Snow White was to be treated as a servant.

Snow White grew very beautiful and one day a Prince riding by, saw her at work and fell in love with her.

The queen was beautiful too, and every day she asked her Magic Mirror, "Who is the fairest in the land?" and the mirror always answered, "You are the fairest one of all".

I interrupted Cerdames. "Wait," I said, smiling slightly at the old story. "Tis says, 'The queen'. I am no princess, Cerdames, merely the daughter of a duke."

Cerdames clucked her tongue. "What would've made the story better? The daughter of a duke? Or a princess, milady?"

I frowned. I would have made a good story.

Cerdames shook her head and continued. "But one day-"

"Wait!" I cried. "Desdemona is not beautiful!"

"Good point…" Mused Cerdames. "But I cannot lie, milady. You know that. Stop interrupting, child." She chastised, and went forth.

"…But one day the mirror answered Snow White was the fairest in the land, and in a rage the queen gave orders to one of her Huntsmen to take Snow White into the woods and kill her.

The Huntsman-"

"Terencia!" I shouted happily, until I got a look from Cerdames.

"…had a kind heart and couldn't do the deed so told her to run away. She fled into the woods where seven little dwarfs lived. Their house was small and strange.

Snow White entered the little house and finding it very untidy, started to clean up. Upstairs she found seven little beds. She was very tired and stretching out on one of the beds, was soon asleep.

When the Dwarfs came home they were surprised to find Snow White and after some argument, decided to let her stay. She promised to cook and look after them.

The Queen discovered where Snow White was living and disguising herself as a witch, took a poisoned apple and set out for the Dwarfs cottage. She gave Snow White the poisoned apple to eat and as soon as she bit the apple, she sank into unconsciousness.

Thinking she was dead, the Dwarfs built a glass coffin and put her in it. For days she lay in the forest in her glass coffin. One day, the Prince was riding through the forest looking for Snow White and found her. He leaned over and kissed her. She opened her eyes and sat up with a smile. Everyone was happy. The Prince took Snow White to his palace where they were married and lived happily ever after"

I paused deeply after Cerdames had finished.

"It makes sense not, still!" I argued. "Dwarves!"

"The children!" Cerdames substituted. "There are seven, dear."

I looked down at my fingers. "Bayard, Jessica, Aiphen…" I searched my head trying to remember. "Trinity…" I stalled. I couldn't remember.

"Norbio…" Cerdames said. "Dracon…"

"Right, right, them, yes." I said, but then stopped. "There are only six!" I shouted triumphantly, accidentally only holding up five fingers. "Six!" I said again, raising another finger.

Cerdames exhaled slowly. "And Aster."

I picked at my very, very dirty gown.

Cerdames continued. "Now let me tell you the real prophesy…

"One day, in the future, there will be a girl who takes the name of Snow White. Her mother will die, and her father will marry anew. His new wife will be wicked and cruel, jealous of the beauteous aura, in which Snow White doth thrive. The queen gave orders that Snow White was to be treated as a servant, whilst every day, Snow White will fall deeply in love with the prince."

I nodded, frowning at how true the "prophesy" was.

"One day, after many days of slavery, Snow White will run away, to a forest, and there she will meet a woman who is forever cursed. This woman, under her curse is forced to kill her under the order of Snow White's stepmother, but will not succeed. Snow White will then further run away to a home in which only little ones will dwell. But Snow White's stepmother will hear of her stepdaughter's escape and seek revenge. By poisoning a Golden Delicious Apple, she will don a disguise and sell the apple which Snow White will eat, and as soon as the apple touches her lips, she will fall instantly in a sleep of death." Cerdames finished.

I expected her to say something more, but she didn't. "But…" I said slowly, confused. "What? What about the prince?"

Cerdames shrugged. "T'was only a fabrication to make the story end well, wasn't ever part of the prophesy."

My jaw quivered. It was true. It was all true. How could I have been so blindly stupid? I heard the story so many times. How could I not notice I was living it?

"Milady," Cerdames said, but she could say nothing to comfort me, so she said nothing at all. I groaned.

I understood how the story and the prophesy could be so different, but be the same. "Dwarves" was a close mistake of "Little ones", though I wasn't sure about Terencia having a truly "kind heart" so much as she was half cursed. But I ignored that.

"But Cerdames, if it were not for the story I hath loved, I would not have called myself Snow White! A blind circle of events!" I commented.

"If only." She replied curtly. I sighed again, promising myself to not buy apples. I didn't want to die, though it seemed as now I didn't have a choice. But…if I didn't buy apples, I wouldn't die! And I would get to see Chenate again! My heart swooned weakly at the thought of him.

I cursed Desdemona again. Trying to kill me because she thought I was beautiful? She was already married! Who was she trying to impress?

I twirled my long black hair around my fingers and yawned.

"Lady, t'is late. Go to sleep now." Cerdames noted emotionlessly.

And so, nervous at acquiring this new knowledge of my fate, I closed my eyes and did as I was told.

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