[4 years later]

Gothel had been married and queen for four years now, she wore beautiful dresses she could only dream of as a child and the palace was huge but something didn't feel right... and the magic mirror was going to find what it was...

"You look down in the dumps." said the mirror. "I thought this was the life you wanted?"

"I thought it was," replied Gothel. "I thought this was the time to shine, for me to prove who I really was yet the people disrespect me and they only see that Snow White on the throne."

"That's all you wanted? Power?"

"No. I thought Jared would be the love of my life but he still mourns over the death of Eva and barely notices me. Whenever there is a royal ball, he would dance with his daughter before me, she gets all the attention whilst I'm on the sidelines."

"What about Layla? Any updates?"

"I've checked every book in the library for the past four years... but... nothing... that is of value."

"Well how about you look at the good stuff you have! You've gone from rags to riches. Look at that glamorous dress and that stunning crown on your head. Why care about anything else?"

"But... ugh! JARED! HE'S DRIVING ME INSANE!"

"Perhaps there is a way for you to take care of both of your problems. Kill two birds with one stone."

"And what's your idea?"

"Tell me about what you've learnt. You've seemed quite invested in a few books, what did you learn?"

"I told you, nothing of value."

"Everything has a value, Gothel. What did you learn?"

"There is a way to get Layla to return..."

"How?"

"But not... alive."

"What does that mean?"

"There is an ancient and powerful ritual that can somehow... bring a soul back from the Land of the Departed into this world."

"So the problem I'm hearing is that a soul is outside of the body so that means it needs a body to make it alive again."

"But the body has to be... fresh. I can't get Layla into her original body, it's already rotted."

"So you need a freshly dead body for Layla's soul to live in. What's the problem? You've never seemed one to care about killing someone in order to get what you want."

"It's just... the person needs to be in a state between life and death in order for the spell to work..."

"How lucky! You can pull someone's heart out and put them in that state and you are quite experienced in heart-ripping."

"It can't be any random person. It has to be the... fairest."

"The fairest in all the land?"

"Yes, but it's me! I'm the fairest in all the lands, who else could be?! I don't want to die!"

"Perhaps ask me? I know all..."

"Fine... Magic Mirror on the wall... who's the fairest of them all!"

The mirror shifted into a fourteen year old girl with black luscious hair and a pretty dress and was with her father.

"Father, will I be a good queen one day?" asked the girl.

"Indeed my lovely Snow. You are the fairest in all the lands. You are simply perfect for the throne." said a servant.

"But I fear I will never be as lovely as Mother."

"Your mother is the strongest woman I've ever known... but so are you."

The scene ended and Gothel's tears fell from her eyes. The thing that was missing since she became queen... power. She may be queen but the people still see Eva as the true queen and when Jared dies, Snow White will be on the throne and she would not. She couldn't let that happen... not at all!

"What happened, Gothel?" asked the mirror.

"I'm going to get what is rightfully mine." shouted Gothel.

She marched into the king's room with a smile on her face.

"How are you, Gothel?" he asked.

"Good." she replied.

"You don't seem good. You have tears in your eyes."

"It's a bit... personal. Can we chat about it on the balcony?"

"Of course."

The two of them went to the King's balcony and began to talk.

"Do you ever miss Eva?"

"Every second that passes by in the day."

"And if I died... would you miss me just as much?"

"Well... Eva was my... first wife... so, well..."

"Do you even love me?"

"Of course! Why would I have married you if I thought otherwise?!"

"Because you don't see me as a wife but as a mere... acquaintance! We don't share a room, we hardly discuss about royal stuff, you don't even let me sit on my throne!"

"Fine I love Eva more than you, okay?!"

King Jared regretted those words as soon as they left his mouth, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," teared Gothel. "It's all I needed to hear."

She pushed Jared off the balcony and he fell, plummeting to his death and as he hit the floor, blood oozed from everywheer and he was definitely dead. Gothel went to the King's diary and opened it and wrote another statement into today's one. She grabbed the ink and quill and began to write...

This life is too hard! Snow won't be as

good of a queen as Gothel or a good one

at all! I have raised a failure of a

daughter! I will be a disgrace to the

kingdom and to the throne. I should

just end it all here right now...

Gothel then put the diary open and rushed out of the King's room and outside where his body was and began to act.

"Why?!" she screamed. "Who could have done this!"

"He must have fallen from his balcony, we should investigate." said a servant.

"Let's go!" said another.

The two servants and Gothel went to the King's room and many others joined them including Snow White. Nothing seemed to have happened at all and it all seemed fairly normal until someone discrovered the diary. They all read it and Snow White cried with tears falling from her eyes.

"Go!" shouted Gothel. "As I am in power now, I banish you from the kingdom for the death of my husband! You have an hour to leave else you will be killed on the spot if detected!"

"My Queen, are you-" started a servant.

"Not now, Reginald! If you dare to defy me it will be into the dungeons for you!"

"Yes, Your Majesty..."

Snow White ran out of the castle and into the Dark Forest and Gothel went into her room and smiled. She didn't even need to say the spell to summon the face, he was waiting for her.

"Magnificent." he said.

"Killed two birds with one stone." replied Gothel.

"But are you sure you did the right move? We still need the girl."

"When time comes, she will be captured and I can easily do the spell."

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" laughed the mirror. "You think it is that simple?!"

"What are you saying?"

"I did a bit of research on the spell while you were doing your little business and it requires elemental magic!"

"I can handle it."

"Gothel, there are ten elements: Fire, Water, Wind, Ice, Lightning, Soul, Nature, Earth, Sun and Moon! It takes people a lifetime in order to learn one! How are you going to do it!"

"I mastered fire."

"Fake Fire! The power you master is man-made fire magic, not elemental fire. There is a fake mere power which you have succeeded in, not the real deal! It's more of a knockoff."

"I can learn."

"It took you a decade to master a knockoff, how long do you think it would take for you to master a real one? And the one you need is Soul. This gives you power over the living and the dead. No one has ever learnt how to master Soul before. Fire, Water, Earth and Wind have been but none of the others and Soul is the hardest to learn and master. How do you expect to learn it?"

"I have become the most powerful enchantress in the world, I can manage."

"Because I tutored you! I don't have the knowledge to showcase you that type of power."

"I thought you were all-knowing?"

"Think of me as a book, I teach you what has already been taught before but Soul Elementals do not exist, I can't teach you what never existed."

"Then how was the spell written and how do you not know about it?"

"Again, I am a book. I have knowledge over all FACTS not superstitions. The spell may not even work."

"Then why didn't you tell me this before I killed my husband!"

"You weren't happy anyway, I did you a favour."

"Ugh!"

"But a wise sorcerer of the past must have written it. It most likely is true but then again, people can be wrong."

"What are the chances that the spell works?"

"About... 87%."

"And the chances of me getting the heart?"

"96%."

"Why not 100?"

"She is a bright girl, she may have a way with the people."

"Fine, I have doubts about that percentage but fine... what are the chances of me mastering Soul?"

"0.000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001%."

"And the chances of me mastering the spell?"

"8.350e-93%."

"Better than 0% and I have nothing to lose anymore."

"Yes. Good luck, Gothel, you'll need it."

"Yes, this will be the reign of Queen Gothel!"

"Doesn't seem to click."

"What?"

"Names are what represent us throughout history. 'Queen Gothel' is the name given to the person who had no good status nor anyone cares about. You need a name that strikes fear, someone whom no one ever messes with. Do you have a name that suits that criteria?"

"I believe I do."

"Say it."

"From now on this shall be a new era of the Kingdom of Versaille. This is the Reign of the Evil Queen."