A/n: For this story all the future story characters have to be pre-signed into the Book of legends when they are born or when they are children so that the Book can recognize them as the future generation for when they do sign end up signing it in a few years (because if it was all automatic then the Book would have known Poppy was born first and was supposed to become the next Rapunzel).

So I once did a project for elementary school about fairytale origins… I don't recommend it, not if you are under a certain age and dislike horrific things in general. 'Cause that's how I was about the whole thing; horrified. The original, numerous versions of fairytale stories are not for children! At any rate I mixed some elements from the original story versions with my personal ideas and got the following…

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"Where?" Raven whispered looking around a peaceful field of daisies and clovers, wracking her brain for where she might be.

For some reason it all looked… familiar for some reason.

"No poisoned apples, no spinning wheels, no unconscious maidens, not Wonderland…" She looked herself over. "No arrows… bears?" The witch looked around her in worry. "No wait, isn't there supposed to be a house for that?" The witch continued to mumble as she started to walk along.

"I wonder how the others are doing…"

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"Ooh, why is this matchmaking thing so difficult?" Maddie growled as the female bunny mule kicked a surprised male.

"How does Cupid do this?" The girl asked staring at her bow and scratching her head.

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"Foolish bears!" Kitty grinned viciously, taunting the remaining two beasts from the back of an unconscious papa bear. "Did you really think that you could defeat a Cheshire on brute strength alone?"

The cat-girl clicked her tongue in reprimand when the remaining enemy roared and charged.

"Honestly, looks like I'll have to teach you this lesson yet again." Kitty sniffed grinning wide as she disappeared. "Who knew Blondie's story could be so much fun!"

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"Hello lady kitty, do you know the sound that a crow makes when he's typing on a typewriter?" Asked a little girl, her eyes big and questioning.

"Uh…" Cupid said from her perch on a purple-striped tree branch, her ears and tail twitched uncertainly. "I don't remember Alice saying that in the story…"

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"There she be my queen!" Blondie heard in the distance.

"Off with her head!" The Queen of Hearts ordered. "Seize her!"

"Uh oh." Blondie yelped, picking up her pace as she ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction of the queen's army.

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Daring was starting to understand why Raven didn't want to become the Evil Queen… also he was wondering why the unconscious girl in the glass coffin looked just like Apple, blonde hair and all.

The terrible words and shouts that the mirror was showing him… all directed at the Evil Queen… directed at Raven…

It… hurt. The words hurt. They weren't directed at him exactly but… it hurt!

"Congratulations my queen, your revenge against the wrongs done to you will be complete soon." The mirror told him.

"Revenge? What did the White family ever do to the Evil Queen?" Daring asked the mirror.

Images flew across the mirrored surface, like a horrific movie. "Her father took the love of her life away from her, the fair Alyssa, who was forced to become the king's wife, after the birth of her unwanted child, who she named Snow, the king wanted to try for a son, queen Alyssa took her own life to spare herself from having to be touched by the king ever again." The mirror spoke; it's monotone voice holding a slight… questionable lilt to it as Daring made helpless noises of outrage at the fragments from queen Alyssa's life.

"After word reached her of her beloved's death the Evil Queen sought to invade the castle and assassinate the king, but he spied her in the streets of his kingdom and instantly desired her beauty, thinking that she was just a mere human he took her to be his wife that very day, on the first night of their marriage the Evil Queen was successful in finally killing her enemy and seizing control of the kingdom. Assuming the name of Evil Queen to scare off neighboring kingdoms."

"How horrible…" Daring whispered horrified, his hands shook as they covered his mouth. He would have never guessed… "Then… why did the Evil Queen poison Snow white? What did she ever do to the Evil Queen?"

"It was for the girl's protection as well as the protection for her unborn child." The mirror sounded a little defensive now, showing more fragments. "The girl fell in love with a most disgusting man, the self proclaimed Prince Charming who fed the girl a distasteful racism towards witches the race the only mother she had ever known belonged to, and empty promises of marriage and happily ever after's before impregnating her and running off."

"He what?" Daring yelped completely aghast. "But… but he was a Prince Charming! He's supposed to be a chivalrous ally to maidens! And how was ordering a huntsman to take away a girl's heart in any way protecting Snow White?"

"The huntsman was a drunken fool." The mirror said reproachfully. "The Evil Queen asked that he find the girl after she had run away in an attempt to find the Prince Charming and bring the girl back so that the Evil Queen could give the girl a potion that would ease her heartbreak. The idiot man brought back a badger heart, completely unaware that the queen had been watching him and his blatant incompetence the entire time."

"Well… maybe she should have been allowed to find him, or better yet have Prince Charming brought back so that he could take responsibility." Daring suggested reproachfully.

"That had been the queen's initial plan, however the gargoyles in the family crypt reported certain… evidence proving that Prince Charming would be an unfit husband and father…" The mirror sounded a little nauseated.

"How so?" Daring demanded, getting a little angry at the mirror.

"Just remember that you asked for it…" The mirror warned before showing Daring a moving fragment of a man, who looked just like him, in a crypt, shirtless, sitting in a coffin… and kissing the bearded skeletal face of a corpse with a golden crown on it's head.

Daring heard a high-pitched scream close to his ear.

It took him a few moments to realize that the one who was screaming… was himself.

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This was not in the versions of Briar's story that she or her friend had ever heard of. Apple thought to herself as she stared, absolutely mortified, at the sight of… her friend Briar… stripping herself of her clothes… in front of Apple.

"It was you wasn't it?" Sleeping Beauty asked, her innocent tone and wide-eyed expression clashing with her erotic movements as she shimmied out of her dress, exposing a very revealing semi-transparent slip. "The one who has always been there, at the edges of my life growing up?" She stepped closer as Apple stumbled back.

"Always out of sight…" The woman dragged her hands up her body, taking the straps and pulling them slowly off her shoulders, unbuttoning a few buttons on a short, lacy, early excuse for a bra as her hands dragged the slip down.

"Always just out of my reach…" Sleeping Beauty crooned dropping the slip to the floor.

Apple squeaked as she bumped into the stone wall, horrified that she was now cornered.

"Always watching me…" The woman moaned fingers loosely grasping the ties that held her underwear up.

"Dang it." Apple hissed, once she noticed that the page she needed to get in order to get out of this story was strapped in place by a leather garter to the inside of the woman's bare thigh.

"I was raised all my life by fairies." The woman bit her lip, her eyes smoldering as they appraised Apple. "You want me correct? As compensation for the dishonor my parents paid against you? I promise that you can have all of me, however you want me, if you let my human kingdom go free from your spell."

The woman's fingers tightened on the strings holding her underwear up.

Apple closed her eyes before she saw something that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

"Prick your finger on the spinning wheel needle!" Apple commanded desperately.

A light chuckle filled her ears. "Whatever you wish~." The woman whispered against Apple's ear, the breath ghosting across her face making the princess shudder in revulsion.

A few moments later Apple delighted in the sound of a muffled thump followed by loud snoring.

"I'm never going to be able to look Briar in the eye ever again." The princess whined looking between the slumbering figure on the floor and the discarded pair of panties at her feet.

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The wind blew violently around them, Faybelle could hear the crack of rocks falling off of the disintegrating ledge under her feet, she noted absently that the apple tree behind the human stereotype of a crone, situated further up the hill on stable ground, was actually rather lovely in appearance, whether by nature's design or by some spell it was especially elegant looking.

"Look at me child!" The Evil Queen mascaraing as a crone cooed. Faybelle spying a rolled up page nestled in her basket of apples "Have an apple my dear, go on, take one big bite, it's your destiny~."

"Bitch please." Faybelle snorted, flapping her wings to hover just a little bit above the other, forcing the witch to look up. "I'm the future Evil Fairy, and soon I will have the title of Evil Queen as well." The teen said with a wave of her hand, her magic snatching the basket out of the Evil Queen's clutches.

The crone's form wavered, dissolving into the image of a beautiful young witch looking tiny in the expanse of the black cloak, with eerily similar but not exact features to Raven and poisonous crimson streaks running through her night black hair.

"Wow, the original Evil Queen kind of looks like Raven's grandmother." Faybelle observed to herself as she brought the basket closer to her.

"The image of the Evil Queen changes with each new generation that signs me." The Evil Queen spoke.

Faybelle stilled, pausing the basket in mid-air.

"Could you elaborate please?" Faybelle's voice came out a bit strangled. "You look like the mother of the current Evil Queen, not the… current Evil Queen…"

The woman tilted her head to the side. "But I do look like the current Evil Queen, the one named Elenore Queen was the last to sign me and take on the title. And no new generation has yet been registered to be apart of the newest set of pages for this generation."

"No one signed after her?" Faybelle asked eyes wide.

The figure blinked as if confused. "There was an error. It has been known to happen. The last to sign on that page wrote; anonymous and thus the title stayed with the previous signer… why do you ask such obvious questions little fairy?"

Without another word a stunned Faybelle grabbed the page out of the apple basket and disappeared.

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"Oh no…" Raven's eyes widened as raced over to the unconscious figure trapped within a glass coffin.

"Oh, no, no, no…" Raven whispered, pushing at the top lid of the coffin until it slid off with a crash. Not noticing how the wooden platform under her feet groaned in protest to her added weight.

As she stared down at the still face of a girl who looked just Apple tears grew in the witch's eyes. "I'm in Daring's story…"

The witch gently reached down to tenderly brush some hair from the princess's face.

"I'm so sorry…" Raven's voiced cracked as tears dripped down her face.

Below her the platform holding the coffin up gave way, sending Raven tumbling to the ground with the unconscious form of the princess with her.

There was a moment of stillness afterwards where Raven whined in pain from the fall to the hard ground and the figure on top of her accidentally pulling her hair and jabbing her side with a knee as they quickly moved off to the side.

Raven's eyes snapped open at the alarming sound of someone hacking something out of their mouth close by.

The witch sat up just in time to see the blonde girl who looked just like Apple trying to cough up something trapped in her mouth.

On instinct Raven moved to hold the girl's hair back, the witch trying not to gag herself when the blonde reached into her mouth and grabbed what was obstructing her breathing, pulling the long piece of rolled up paper out and throwing it to the side.

"Holy Ancestors are you okay?" Raven asked the girl, staring wide-eyed at what had been stuck in the other's throat.

"Tis be…" The girl tried to speak, coughing as she turned to embrace the witch. "You… Tis be…" The princess continued to cough.

"Try inhaling slowly, don't talk yet, just focus on breathing." The witch cooed, rubbing the other's back.

"You saved me…" The princess whispered. "You're not a prince but you're so kind."

"Well I try to be…" Raven coughed awkwardly. "And as for the prince thing… it really all depends on which culture and kingdom you come from-"

The witch was cut off when a pair of lips covered hers.

"As long as there is one kingdom that'll acknowledge you as my prince nothing else matters." The princess stated with conviction. "You have a good feel about you, better than many Prince Charming's that my descendants have been arranged with, I've become real good at reading the feel of the names over the centuries, so very few of my descendant's marriages turned into love… but you, you have all the good things that can make up a good prince."

The girl grinned at the sputtering witch, her expression reminding Raven of sunshine. "And the Book loves you, I can tell, since I've been apart of it for so very long, we find your blood and your spirit compatible with us, a good sign that, a good sign indeed! Although very familiar… I think that I've met you before…"

"…Snow White? T-the Snow White?" Raven squeaked looking at the girl with wide eyes.

Snow White smiled widely. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss…?"

"R-Raven." The witch mumbled. "I'm… Raven daughter of… The Good King. He's my father, I'm his only child."

"Which Good King family?" The princess asked curious.

Raven blinked in confusion. "The one who owns the Pendragon estates-"

"And such good breeding too!" The princess squealed. "Perfect for my prince!"

"We've only just met." Raven reminded nervously. "And I'm a girl… and a witch."

"My step-mother had a few lady consorts that she would bring back to her bedchambers, and she was a witch too, a very kind one… a fact that I had never appreciated until it was too late…" The girl's blue eyes darkened in sadness and regret.

"The Evil Queen was nice?" Raven exclaimed incredulously.

"Very much so." Snow White sighed sadly. "And she was a wonderful mother and ruler, the kingdom thrived under her care."

"But the story-" The witch choked.

"My former husband's friend's creation I'm afraid, very clever bending the facts… making my past regrets look so pretty on paper." The princess murmured into Raven's shoulder.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Raven asked softly. "You don't have to if it's too painful."

The blonde leaned back to look her in the eye. "It's been so long… it would be nice to confess the truth once more, the confession I gave seven years ago to that woman made me feel so much better, it wouldn't hurt to speak of it again. That is if you are willing to listen."

Woman…? Seven years ago…? Raven's mind stuck to those facts but decided not to ask just yet.

"I am willing to listen." Raven admitted rubbing the princess's arm reassuringly.

The princess sunk down and laid her head in the witch's lap, sighing contently when Raven obediently ran her fingers through blonde hair.

"I threw it all away for the promise of love to some human prince who was only looking for a good time. He was the son of one of the neighboring human kingdoms, brought in for the exact purpose of luring me astray; he had never actually been interested in me, as it had turned out… He was sweet and charming and having met no boy of the right breeding and my age before… and I being so young, merely fourteen years of age, and completely enchanted by the idea of true love at first sight… fell for his trap, and into his bed." Snow White mumbled regretfully. "He had told me that witches were evil, that they tricked humans for their own gain, I was so foolish to actually believe those lies to be true when the morning after I submitted myself to him he was not in the bed and he was nowhere in the castle… I had thought that it had been my stepmother's doing."

"You weren't married first like in the story?" Raven asked surprised.

"And my daughter had been conceived that night as well." Snow White sighed. "When the queen found out I was pregnant she was furious at the prince for taking advantage of such a young girl, the poison of his lies had taken hold in my brain, I had feared the demise of the man I thought I loved, so I ran off to search for him… the story continues in a similar manner to the fairytale except my step-mother never sought out to harm me, just bring me home."

"If the prince was never interested in you then… why did he kiss you goodbye after you ate the poisoned apple?" Raven asked.

Snow White sighed. "He never kissed me, he had seen what he thought was my corpse in the glass casket and ordered his men to seize it and bring it back to his castle for his personal enjoyment, the bit of apple stuck in my throat dislodged when his soldiers dropped the casket… to my confusion at the time I discovered that he found me prettier presumed dead than alive."

"He- prettier when you were-?" Raven gaped.

The princess nodded. "Yes he was a necrophiliac, had a grand old time with my father's corpse in the family crypt apparently."

"Eww." The witch made a face.

"Indeed." The princess agreed full heartedly before curling up further into herself, hugging Raven around her waist desperately. "I never had the chance to apologize to her, my step-mother perished trying to get me back from the hands of the neighboring kingdom herself…" The girl trailed off seemingly not willing to elaborate on how the original Evil Queen met her demise.

"Then the Book of Legends was created to keep fairytale magic around to help the kingdoms flourish and to ensure that there would be no combining of established kingdoms or republic governments popping up… and a part of me… the memory of me, stays here, perfect penance I should think, I'll never forgive myself for my foolish behavior." The princess sniffled watery.

"You're awfully hard on yourself." Raven observed, making the blonde look up at her in surprise. "You may have messed up your life over a boy back in the beginning but… to be honest you were the one who was tricked and I think that marrying a necrophiliac is enough punishment for anybody… I… think that enough time has passed that maybe you can start attempting to find peace with this… it… hurts me to see you so sad over a bad situation that you ended up having no control over…"

"Do you truly think that enough time has gone by that I can be… forgiven?" The princess asked hopeful. "That the descendants of the Queen clan could find it in their hearts to forgive me? I had wanted to ask that woman from the Queen clan, the daughter of Elenore who is the current Evil Queen, this when the woman brought her child here in order to hide the pitiful little thing from the bad man who the Grimm descendants tried to initiate as the new servant to us." Snow White spat looking vexed.

"My mother was in here?" Raven blurted her mind reeling from so much information being presented to her at once.

Snow White blinked at Raven in surprise and sudden recognition. "Now I know who you are." The girl snapped her fingers in realization. "Silly of me truly, how could I forget the taste of your sweet blood as I helped bandage you up? Do you remember me? I looked a little different back then, I had darker hair, your and your mother's visit was just a few hours before my latest descendant had been registered into the Book for her birth name to be given some time to be acknowledged as the next in line and read for what her potential future may look like."

"Wha-…?" Raven shook her head, snatches and small pieces of memory swam forth of the dream she had of her mother talking to a dark haired girl while Raven lay amongst grass and flowers between the waking world and drug-induced sleep.

Or at least Raven had thought that it had been a dream.

"Hold up, I- so much new information has just come out of your mouth without anything for me to use in order to arrange it into proper context… could you please start at the beginning?" Raven asked desperately.