Chapter 1: Snow White

Chapter Summary: Snow White may be a Prince, but his life is far from any fairy tale he'd care for. As soon as his mother died his wicked step father stepped as ruling monarch while Snow White was banished to the servant quarters. Despite years of abuse and hard labor, Snow had one joy in his life—his lover and best friend Hizashi. But now the king has summoned Hizashi to his throne room for a mysterious purpose. Could this summonance mean nothing or will Snow lose the only light in his life?

Against the inky blackness of a dark, cold room of stone, two eyes of red inferno opened. In the room of shadows, the eyes burned like embers from extinguished flame.

Footsteps echoed with each step. The sound signaled the torches along the walls to ignite. They blazed to life with a black flame that gave off just enough light to turn the black to gray.

A long black cloak of shadow-like qualities trailed behind the man. A crown gleamed slightly as he passed each torch. The symbol of authority was tall but heavy. As such the man's pale head hung like a man on a noose. A low hum passed dry, coarse lips, reverberating around the empty room.

He came to a stop before what appeared to be a glass surface, darker than any shadow ever cast.

The glass towered above him, appearing to reach heights beyond sight even though it was only ten feet. It was surrounded by a gold ring that was carved with ancient runes that flickered with a strange glint now and then. The glass itself however was by far the most ominous thing about it. For the most part, it was still, but on occasion it would ripple like a predator peeking out of the water, only to vanish before the prey could spot it.

As the man approached the mirror's surface twisted like smoke from a freshly extinguished flame. He held a dry hand before him and called;

"Mirror, mirror upon the wall! At my command, you will show me all."

The image upon the glass spun until the shadow of a form appeared. At first glance, the form was not one that normal beings could comprehend. To protect themselves mortal brains would shift their perceptions to form the figure into something more familiar. Or try. For it was so—unnatural and strange that even the mind could not twist it into anything normal. The closest most could do was to make the figure appear to be a man. However, there were too many irregular and freakish changes to ever consider it a man. There were no eyes but that was for the better. If eyes were the windows to the soul then it was best for all that these windows remain shut.

"Your wish is my command, my King Shigaraki." The voice resembled the one that spoke from the darkest corners of hearts everywhere. The voices that fed doubt, anger, jealousy, and despair. It was the voice that appeared when a person was at their lowest and pushed them over the edge to do terrible things. Things a normal person wouldn't even imagine in another frame of mind. Yet despite all this, it also offered words of comfort that didn't make the actions seem too bad. "It's not your fault the bad things happened, it's others." It might say. Or, "You deserve it as much as the next person. Maybe more! Why shouldn't you take it?" It was always the tone that could make even the cruelest act seem justified and fair.

The king made no comment as he stood before the being. He was quick to yank his mind from the land of the doldrums though. Even he knew he needed a sharp mind with this thing.

"Tell me. Who is the most powerful of them all?" He knew the answer of course. It was the same every day;

"With powers of flame and darkness at your beck and call, you are the most powerful of them all," it would say.

The answer was always such. Shigaraki's history was not one he cared to visit, but with his determination and cunning, the man had gained great powers. True he may have had to condemn his soul for it but it was a small price to pay. This was why he now ruled one of the most powerful kingdoms within the nation with others to take at his slightest whim when it appealed to him. Still, he would admit that after all his hard work to get where he was it was pleasing to have it verbalized daily.

However, it was different on that day. That day it had more to say;

"But for all your power there is a threat. A threat to your rule and to your power itself."

Shigaraki froze like water in winter.

"Who?" he asked in a deathly low voice. The being in the mirror grinned a grin to put the wickedest to shame.

"Skin as white as snow fresh fallen, hair as black as the blackest raven in winter's sky, and eyes red as blood just pricked from a vein lies the threat to your rein…" The mirror recited. As it did so an image swam to the surface, revealing the faint image of a young man in adulthood. Dressed in rags he may be, it wouldn't be a far cry to call him fairest in the land.

"Snow White?" Shigaraki scoffed. "You must be joking." The figure in the mirror gave the closest thing it could to a sympathetic look.

"I'm afraid not, my king," it said.

"You're lying. You're just saying this to mock me!" The king accused. He even stamped his foot like a petulant child as he spoke. "Snow White has never shown any signs of magic in all these years. He's a scullery slave! All he's done for his whole is clean shit pots! And now you say he has powers? You must be mistaken."

"If only I were, my King," the mirror said. "It's dormant, for now, but the Prince does possess a great and rare power within him. A power known as 'Erasure.' And soon it will awaken. And with it, he will be able to end your rule and your powers." The king snarled.

"We'll see about that!"

Once upon a time, in a time of fairy tales, light and Grimm, in a land far beyond the physical stretch lived a young man named Snow White.

Just as the soil of the earth hid diamonds and other jewels, dirt grime, and rags torn and patched hid a man of such fair beauty Princesses would weep in jealousy. Although his appearance startled all who saw him, none could deny that the man was more fetching than any maiden of any blood. Some would even argue that he was fair to the point of appearing otherworldly. Though such beauty should earn him admires from across the seas and back, this tragically wasn't the case. What he did attract more often than not was envy that manifested into cruel acts.

"Snow White!" Snow White flinched at the harsh cry. "Where have you been?" He hesitated to reply in case the question was rhetorical. "Well?!" So, not rhetorical.

"Scrubbing rocks." Best to keep things as simple as possible.

"You were supposed to wash the windows!"

'I did, you old crone.' He didn't say this out loud. Doing so would surely earn him several lashes from the small riding whip on her belt.

"Sorry, Luna."

"And what about the halls? There's already dust forming."

"Sorry, Luna. I'll get to that soon."

"And what about the dishes? The pots and pans? They're a terrible inconvenience to the cook, you know."

'Just get through it. She's just here to be a harpy.' he told himself. This was a daily routine after all. If Snow White didn't look miserable enough then Luna, King Shigaraki's favorite servant would come to fix that. It was for this reason Snow had trained himself not to smile much, despite others telling him he should.

"I'll take care of them, Miss," he said, keeping his real thoughts buried.

Luna let out a drawn-out, dramatic sigh.

"Honestly! If you put half the effort into your work as you do shoving your dick into that blonde slut of yours, I wouldn't have to waste my time with you!" Snow's eyes narrowed as his neck went rigid.

"And if you had someone to use your mouth on, you wouldn't have to waste it with me!" Snow flinched even before the words finished leaving his mouth.

'Shit.' Luna's eyes blazed as she reached down and ripped him from the ground he knelt.

"Even after all these years, you've still got such a tongue, hm?" she sneered. "I suppose I could fix that by cutting it out." Snow's red eyes widen. It wasn't something he would put past her. Her grin grew at the fear in his eyes before shoving him back.

"But I'm a merciful woman! And since you like rolling in the hay with that slut of yours so much, perhaps you should take over the stable duties for the time being, hm?" Shouta grunted as his arm harshly hit the stone cobbles and hissed as a long scrape formed.

Nonetheless, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, Madam."

She smiled. "Excellent. Now, quit dawdling and get back to work." Snow White bit back a comment so sharply, the inside of his cheek almost bled. She was leaving, so there was no need to push her. Otherwise, he might get his tongue cut out for real.

When she was gone, Snow allowed himself to release a long, tired sigh.

While Snow White may have been born a prince, he certainly didn't live like one. Rather he lived as a scullery boy cleaning everything within the castle grounds, even things that were technically outside his job description. Still, whenever he was asked he'd state he rather scrub pots than deal with the irrationality of nobles and the like. His job, as tedious as it was, was simple. Everything he did had a logical point to it. Why scrub something? It's dirty and needs to be cleaned. Simple, logical, and most of all, rational. Tedious? Perhaps. But it wasn't like he had other things to do.

With a tired breath, Snow managed to finish his work on the cobblestones at last.

"Finally..." he muttered. With an annoyed huff, he stood, dumping the water from his bucket to rinse the soap away. He pulled his hair free from his ponytail, letting it fall around him.

Snow was often told that it was a shame he didn't take better care of himself. As far as he was concerned though it didn't matter how he looked. He was just a scullery slave. It wasn't a job you wore a fancy suit to do. Because of this, his hair was long and unkempt, his skin sploshed with filth. His eyes had to peer over bags that showed his weariness from his labors.

With the scrubbing done, Snow made his way to return the bucket to the well that was in the middle of the courtyard.

Along the way, he spotted one of the palace cats crouched on the ground, its tail wagging back and forth as its eyes locked on something. Snow followed the feline gaze and saw a tiny yellow bird, flapping in a pell-mell way as it screamed into the air, trying to gain flight.

He quickly intercepted the cat and swept the baby bird off the ground. Despite his fondness for cats, Snow couldn't just standby and let the poor bird get eaten. The cat in question gave Snow a look of betrayal as he shooed it away.

"I'll feed you later," he promised as it turned away, its tail whipping angrily behind it. He sighed.

"You picked a bad time to learn to fly," he murmured to the tiny bird in his palm. The bird, oblivious to the danger it had been in, chirped happily and continuously.

'Just like Hizashi.' he mused.

A small smile crossed pale lips as his finger brushed the fluffy chest. It took him some effort, but Snow managed to find the bird's parents and nest. Luckily he was able to drop the bird in it before the mother bird decided to attack him.

He then went to the well and leaned against the stones. With a groan, he rubbed his neck. Every part of his body was tense and sore from working all day before even the sun was up. He was so tired.

His red eyes stared into the depths as he mused on things. He remembered his mother bringing him to this well when he was very young.

"I came here just after your father died," she had told him. Snow White's father, the warrior king, had died after choking on some fruit in his home. The Queen would bemoan this fact as to die in such a way. It did not fit the noble king who had spent his life in war. "After scattering his ashes everything faded to gray and I thought I would never see beauty again. But then I plucked my hand on a thorn and three drops of blood fell upon the snow next to a raven's feather. I saw it and I wished to myself that I could have a child of such beauty. And then you were born, my fair Prince Snow White."

Snow scoffed at the thought. Some prince he was. A servant in his own castle, and not just any servant but a scullery boy. Snow White should be living a life of luxury by birthright due to being born to a king and queen, yet this was not to be.

As soon as his mother tragically passed, her ashes were scattered to the winds. After which her husband, Shigaraki, became king. Shigaraki was once a court mage who had been—kind to the mourning queen. This endured him to her and they wedded. Not long after she passed from sickness. Not wasting a moment, Shigaraki stripped Snow of all his royal titles and rights. The new king then banished Snow White to live in the servants' quarters where he was made to dress in rags and slaved from morning to nightfall. If Snow refused to comply he was beaten by the other servants and guards. Some thought the king should have executed the former prince right away. Shigaraki however found it amusing to have someone who once had more than him now had to serve him as a slave.

Snow made a noise in his throat, irritated at the current thoughts in his head.

'This is annoying.' Most of the time he liked the quiet, but right now his mind was bugging him. Not just that, but things quickly became lonely here at the palace. He would never say it out loud, but at times like this he really missed-

"Heeey, Snow White!"

Snow looked up to see the personification of sunlight approaching with a bright smile. The man was Hizashi Yamada, the King's Royal Huntsman—and the former Prince Snow White's lover. He practically danced around the well, then twirled to Snow White's side. Actually twirling. Honestly. The man was too ridiculous. Was he seriously a hunter for the royal family? Why did Snow White hook up with him again?

"Making a wish?" the blond asked as he not all subtly leaned towards the brunet, giving him a chance to closely look him over.

Unlike Snow White, who was constantly described as having an otherworldly beauty, Hizashi had a natural beauty that was soft and warm. A lot of this could be attributed to his bright personality that was always on display in overtones.

"Yes, for peace and quiet," Snow replied. "Not that there's any chance of that happening now."

"Ah, don't be like that! You know you missed me."

"You'd think that with your inflated ego."

"Brr! Brr! As cold as your namesake, sire!" he said with a fake shiver. "But I know that without my bright personality around your existence is dull and bleak!"

"I think you mean peaceful and relaxing?" Snow said with a small smile. Despite his complaints, Snow didn't mind Hizashi's constant ramblings. He was used to it by now. Besides, the chatter filled the empty silence of the place.

"Ouch! Such cruelty from beauty!" Snow rolled his eyes. Hizashi moved in closer, his expression like an expecting child.

"Soooo?" Snow raised a brow.

"What?"

"Miss me?" The royal scullery slave gave a soft sound in his throat.

"Didn't you already answer that yourself?"

"Maybe. But I want to hear you say it."

"You are a child." When Hizashi started to pout again, Snow pulled him closer and pecked his lips. The moment their lips touched, all of Snow's aches and sores vanished, and he felt rejuvenation flow through him. He must have been happier to see the hunter than he thought.

"It's not too terrible to have you back," he said. Hizashi beamed brightly.

"Aww, you like me!"

"Hm."

They kissed again, longer this time. When the two pulled apart Snow stared into the hunter's eyes.

When people weren't terrified of Snow's eyes they were enchanted by them. Snow White, however, thought Hizashi's eyes were more memorizing than his ever could be.

While the green was light and natural the shape and pupils were unworldly. Hizashi suspected this was from his elfin blood his grandfather claimed they had. But they drew Snow to them because they were full of life and laughter. They were also so full of love when they looked at him Snow thought he was dreaming.

Hizashi raised a hand to his face.

"Glad you shaved," he muttered, thumb tracing Snow's jawline. "I missed seeing your face."

A month ago, Snow White had managed to grow a beard, but Hizashi wasn't fond of it at all.

"I don't see what the big deal is," he muttered, hiding a small blush.

"I like your face. And I don't like digging through hair with my tongue to get to your lips." To prove his point Hizashi kissed him again. Snow gave a low chuckle.

"I don't make any comments about your stache," he said, referring to the thinly shaven mustache above Hizashi's lips.

"You should. Mostly about how amazing it makes me look."

"You mean 'ridiculous.'"

"Hey!"

They kissed once more and when the two parted Snow leaned on Hizashi's shoulder while the other wrapped an arm around his waist.

"So how are you doing in your extreme isolation of the world, your highness?"

"I told you I'm not a prince anymore."

"You'll always be a prince to me, Prince Bucket head." Snow kicked the other man's shin making him yelp.

"You're just getting into all sorts of fights today, aren't you?"

"What makes you say that?" Rather than answering Hizashi nodded at the other's arm where a bruise was very vivid under a dark scrape. Snow tugged at his sleeve, trying to cover it.

"Just fell," he mumbled.

"Fell, or was pushed?"

Snow tended to forget because of his eccentric personality, but Hizashi was very perceptive. He didn't say anymore, well aware that if he did Hizashi would track down Luna and cause all sorts of problems for both of them.

Hizashi released a long sigh as he leaned back against the stones, arching his back slightly. "I've said it once, I'll say it again; you should say the hell with this place and just come with me."

"Pass."

"You didn't even think about it!" Snow let out an annoyed sigh.

"We've been over this," he grumbled. "I can't just leave here."

"Why? Snow, be honest, what's here for you besides scrubbing shit pots?"

Snow fought a growl. It wasn't the first time he'd been asked this along with, "why stay when they treat you so awful?" At first, his response was because the castle was his home. In truth though, it felt less like a home and more like a place he just knew. Another excuse he would use was because the castle was all that remained of his parents. After Shigaraki took over all of his parents' things were thrown out. They were given to scavengers or destroyed until all that remained of them was Snow White, the castle, and faint memories.

He sighed, a mix of emotions in one breath. He hated this subject because if he was honest with himself, there was no rational explanation why Snow didn't leave. He just—didn't.

"Just drop it," he ordered, a glower on his face as he folded his arms. Hizashi let out an exaggerated breath.

"Fine, fine! I'll drop it. But rest assured, someday you will come with me, my prince. And that will be a thrilling moment, for we shall go on a grand adventure to make the mouths of bards water." he said.

"Shut up."

"Whatever you say… Prince Buckethead." In less than a second Snow had Hizashi in a sleeper hold.

"Stop calling me that!" the brunet huffed.

"Urk! Okay! I give! Uncle! Uncle!" Feeling generous (and a little exhausted from the day's work) Snow released him. Hizashi gave a pitiful but fake cough.

"Ugh! Never should have taught you that stuff. You've just been using it to kick my ass ever since." He pouted, trying to look cute to make Snow feel bad. It didn't work.

"What are you doing back so soon anyway?" Snow asked, mostly to change topics but also curious. "I didn't expect to see you for another week." Hizashi shifted.

"Oh that, well..." Snow White gave him a questioning look. It was unusual to hear the nervousness in the Hunter's voice. "I was kinda, sorta, summoned by the king."

At this Snow's back became stiff as every hair stood on end.

"Why?" He pulled away to look Hizashi in the eye. He tried to keep the worry from his voice, but it was an effort.

While a summon from the king wasn't necessarily a death sentence, it was never good news either. And more often than not, anyone who was called by the king was never seen again.

Hizashi, who was so happy moments before, looked chilled. As if a bucket of water had been dumped over him. He shrugged.

"No idea. Maybe he didn't like that last stag I brought? Or maybe he liked it so much that he wants to give me a special medal, or a new title, yeah?"

Snow's brows tensed together. He knew Hizashi was trying to play confident, but Hizashi's body movements betrayed him. He kept shifting from foot to foot. One hand tugged at his long golden hair and the other's fingers tapped against the stone. Snow reached out and grasped the hand on the well.

"Is it about us?" he asked. He couldn't see why their relationship would bother the king, but maybe it was something political? Did he want to marry Snow off, or was he worried about how the people would react to seeing their former prince with a commoner? If it was the latter and it was about appearances, why had the prince lived as a scullery boy then? And since when did the king ever care what other people thought? Either way, what would happen to Hizashi?

Hizashi tried and failed to swallow. He shook his head.

"Dunno," he squeezed Snow's hand and forced a smile. "But there's no point freaking out yet, yeah? We don't even know if he knows about us."

It wasn't like they ever kept it secret though. Hizashi would have shouted it from the rooftops and Snow himself didn't care what others thought of them. At the end of the day he liked Hizashi, and he liked being with the man. He just never thought that being together might be dangerous to the blond.

"I'll come with you," he insisted. "If I'm there Shigaraki won't hurt you."

'I hope.' Snow wasn't a hundred percent sure about that, but he could still try to protect him. Hizashi smiled appreciatively before bringing Snow's pale hand to his lips.

"Thanks, Snow… But really, it'll be fine. I promise," he said. "Like I said, we don't even know what it's about, it could be anything. I'll go in there, hear what he has to say. Then when it's over we can sneak off for a while and have fun, yeah?"

'If he doesn't kill you.' Snow didn't say that aloud. Instead, he looked away as he tried to push down the worry in his chest.

"Nervous" did not even begin to describe Hizashi's feelings as he waited for the doors to the throne room to be opened.

He never met the king before and to be honest, never wanted to. All his dealings in the past had been with the cook, the butlers, maids, and of course Snow White. Honestly, Hizashi was unaware the king even knew he existed. Until today.

He missed those days.

He gulped. He tugged at his sleeves. Somehow he was cold. Yet the wool fabric was also too hot.

Hizashi hadn't heard much about the king. No one had. The king made sure of that. All anyone knew was that Shigaraki had come from the exotic land of Shytan—or, so he claimed. With his magical talents, Shigaraki had impressed the king. Soon he was able to take the position of Court Mage. Then the king died.

Years later, the Queen decided to marry Shigaraki as he had been at her side throughout her grieving. She passed away not long afterward, leaving him to rule alone.

There were whispers of foul play in the shadows, but no one dared to confront the king, who was rumored to have demonic magic and spells. Some even assumed he was a demon himself.

Hizashi shook his head. None of these thoughts were helping him at all.

A distraction. That was what the man needed. But there was nothing. Just the emptiness of the long, long, stone halls. There were torches along the side, but few were lit, making the shadows wave about like snakes.

Hizashi shivered as a tiny touch of a breeze brushed the back of his neck.

What if this was about him and Snow? What if the king decided he didn't like the two of them together and forbade it? What would happen then? As much as the huntsman loved the fantasy of running off in a forbidden romance, that wasn't to be. The reality was that the king was a very, very powerful mage. There weren't a lot of places they could run to and be safe. And that was just if the king didn't decide to just end Hizashi's life then and there.

Hizashi winced as the doors were finally opened. They screamed in a way that had Hizashi thinking someone was being attacked by something. He hoped this was just his nerves and not a premonition.

He stepped forward. As he did, he cast a glance at the servants who opened the doors. Their faces were hidden in shadows. Shame. He was hoping that their expressions would give him a hint as to what to expect.

Because of his years of training and his elfin blood, Hizashi was naturally light-footed. In this room, however, every step echoed like the toll of a bell.

The only light was behind him.

It vanished when the doors closed with a SLAM!

Hizashi yelped as he jumped forward. He then turned to face where he had come from, well aware his only escape was gone. A laugh rang out.

"Jumpy for a hunter, aren't you?" a voice taunted in the darkness.

Torches lit with a green flame all around the room. There was just enough light to single out Hizashi and surround him with shadows.

Hizashi swallowed before turning. In the dim light, he saw a man on the throne.

The hunter swallowed as he regained himself. He dropped to a knee and bowed.

"My liege," he greeted, keeping his head low.

Curiosity got the better of him. He tried to glance up without being noticed.

The blond was struck with how much King Shigaraki would have resembled Snow on paper;

Pale skin, red eyes, unkempt hair—yet they were completely different.

Snow White was pale like purely fallen snow on the first day of winter while King Shigaraki was pale like death on the coldest nights. He could see that his skin was dry and cracking in some places. This could have been a reason why he never went out in public—though the huntsman doubted it. White hair fell around his face and framed his eyes in tangles and threads was like Snow's unkempt hair, sadly enough. The king's eyes were red, but like a fire that cut through the darkness like a dagger. They watched him with boredom as a pale hand tapped the arm of the throne.

King Shigaraki stood. The royal crown glinted dangerously in the light.

"Huntsman."

He approached, but he did not walk as a king should. His movements were too gangly and casual to be regal. Yet the threat of power behind him made even the laziest movement seem dangerous. Hizashi gulped as the man came closer, closer, and closer, till he was standing before him.

He circled Hizashi's kneeling form, looking him over.

"You're probably wondering why I summoned you..."

Hizashi swallowed and tried to collect his composure before he could crumble into fear.

"It's not my place to question, my liege. Only to obey," he said in a smooth, practiced tone. He didn't look up but knew the king smiled at that.

"Good," he said. He made a motion with his hand. "Stand."

Hizashi did so warily. The king had a cold look on his face, but he was in deep thought as if he was going over mental notes.

"You and the ex-prince are close," It wasn't a question. Hizashi froze. So all this was about him and Snow? Did the king call him here to banish him? To forbid him from going near Snow ever again? Or...

"Oh, don't look so frightened. I'm not going to kill you." the king chided.

Despite his words, Hizashi didn't feel relieved, especially with the words that followed.

"No, I have something more...entertaining in mind."

He didn't like the sound of that at all.

"My liege?" he pressed.

Cold sweat covered his sun-touched skin which paled every moment he stood.

"I summoned you for a very special task concerning my dear stepson..." the king explained.

Shigaraki walked a few steps away from the huntsman, face thoughtful.

Hizashi waited, every muscle tense.

"Take Snow White out of the palace, go pick flowers, fish, hunt rabbits, or whatever it is you two do," The king grimaced at the thought. "Just make sure he has fun..."

Hizashi frowned. Was he hearing this right? Did the king summon him just to tell Hizashi to take Snow White on a date?

No. He knew that wasn't the case at all when the King turned back to him. He wore a grin that swallowed his face.

"And then kill him."

{To be Continued...}

Meta Notes:

*I plan to do a few more EraserMic Fairy tales some time in the future, but in most of those Hizashi plays the main and "princess" role. So I decided to get the one where Aizawa is the main / "princess" out of the way.

*As much as I love the idea of Shigaraki wanting to be the fairest one of all, I felt that would be a bit too much out of character even with all the liberties I'm taking. So I changed it to him wanting to take Snow out of the picture before he became a threat. I kept Shouta being still fairest as a nod to the original story. (And the fact that Shouta is very attractive when he cleans up.)

*Speaking of adapting characters to roles, I'm basing Shouta's personality on his teen persona mostly as his adult one wouldn't fit. Shouta is still an adult though.

*I forgot that the spirit in the mirror could be an evil jinn, but by the time I remembered the story was already written.

*Luna and her role is a nod to "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs Radio Play" where she played a role as the Queen's servant. That being said she doesn't feature past that single scene. I only named her as a wink to others who've seen the play.

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"Hizashi, what the hell is going on-"

"The King ordered me to kill you."

Snow White froze on the saddle. Hizashi's hands started to shake.

"He ordered me to kill you," he explained. "That's why he wanted to see me. He wants me to kill you and cut out your heart. But like hell I'd ever do anything like that."

Hizashi turned his gaze up and grabbed Snow's hand, a determined look in his eyes.

"You're no longer safe here, or anywhere in the kingdom. The only place you'll have a chance is in the Daemonium Forest."