Part I: The Escape
Darkness was settling over the forest, masking the beauty it emanated in daylight. The trees had become monsters, their massive crooked claws reaching into the night. A single bean of moonlight slithered down through the tangles of branches, casting its soft yellow glow on two approaching figures.
"Quickly now." Strong, rough hands ushered a beautiful young girl ahead into the forest. The girls turned her head to glimpse the castle fading into the distance. Its towers were sparkling diamonds on a black velvet horizon, as if straight out of a fairytale.
"You mustn't waste any time," the voice continued. "When the queen awakes and discovers you missing, these forest will surely be filled with pages and bloodhounds." A dreamy silence commenced. The girl turned to look her companion in the eyes and he grew soft with longing. He brushed the back of his hand gently across her cheek, admiring her milky white skin and the piercing blue eyes he had fallen in love with the first day they met.
"But what will become of you?" the girl asked meekly. Her finely shaped eyebrows knit together in worry.
"You mustn't think on that," the man replied. "It is your escape that is important now." In the midst of another quieting pause, he covered her mouth with his. Her small pink tongue darted between his lips and he caressed it lovingly with his own. By theh time the kiss had ended, his head was swimming and his heart pounded ferociously in his chest.
"Snow White," he whispered. "Promise me you will be out of range of the castle by daybreak and you will never look back." Salty tears began to run freely down Snow White's face. *She's so beautiful when she cries* the man mused. For a moment he wondered if he should not flee with her but the risk they would be running would be immense and he knew he could not bear to see his princess come to harm.
"Promise me," he repeated.
"I promise."
Pointing in the direction of a rickety old bridge, the man sent Snow White trotting deeper into the forest. He watched her until she was no more than a speck in the distance. Feeling his own tears burning in his eyes, he turned and retreated towards the castle.
Part II: A New Beginning
A great orange sun chased away the darkness, opening the curtain on a most marvelous stretch of scenery. The monsters of the passing night were revealed as blossoming trees in the sunlight and furry woodland creatures danced among the forest's greenery. Beneath one enormous elm there lay a slumbering Snow White. Her skin shone almost silver where iridescent tears had stained her face and one sleeve of her blouse had fallen to expose a creamy white shoulder.
Fate had surely landed Snow White beneath that elm, for following the rising sun were seven little dwarves. They sang as they marched through the forest, ceasing their song only when Snow White was stumbled upon.
"What have we here?" one dwarf asked.
"Why, it's a girl," responded another. As if on cue, Snow White's eyelids fluttered once, twice, then opened to the silly gathering before her.
Naturally, the dwarves could not leave such a pretty, helpless creature alone in the forest so she was shown to their cottage and invited to stay with them.
Days passed slowly for Snow White living in the dwarves' cottage. Each morning her little companions went off to work, leaving her alone with her thoughts and returning only when the sun had been completely submerged in darkness. They cautioned Snow White against wandering into the forest alone and so she remained in the confines of the cottage day in and day out, dreaming of the day when she could return home.
Part III: The Evil Queen
Back at the castle which had once served as Snow White's home, the evil queen celebrated her rival's disappearance. Smoothing her gown and straightening the golden crown upon her head, she approached the vanity above which her magic mirror hung.
"Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?" The queen awaited the mirror's reply, positively dripping with arrogance and conceit. With Snow White dead (as the queen believed her to be), there was no doubt that she was certainly the fairest in all the land but her ego required a verbal confirmation.
"Why, Snow White is the fairest, my dear queen."
"What?" The queen tore the mirror from the wall, shaking it violently. "Snow White, you say? But Snow White is dead You lie to me, you Godforsaken mirror and you know what happens to those who double cross the queen." Just as the mirror was about to be thrown across the room and its magic glass shattered, a handsome page appeared in the doorway.
"Pardon, my queen. I have terrible news," the page announced. He went on to explain that the search for Snow White had finally come to a close; she had been discovered. The mirror breathed a sigh of relief as the queen returned it to its place on the wall.
"Bring her to me" the queen cried. To her dismay, however, the page informed her that the princess had been found on the other side of the forest, land that was not under jurisdiction of the kingdom. Snow White was safe. Of course, the queen refused to accept Snow White's escape and, sending the page away, immediately began devising a plan.
Part IV: A Strange Visitor
It had been a particularly quiet afternoon in the cottage when there came a knock on the door. Visitors to the cottage were rare and the dwarves were not expected hom for at least another couple of hours but Snow White, with her pure innocence, did not become suspicious. Her heart fluttered in anticipation and removing her apron, she advanced to the door to welcome the visitor.
On the other side of the cottage door stood a beautiful young woman of about Snow White's stature with silky auburn hair tumbling about her shoulders. Her petticoats were in disarray and her fair skin was marred with cuts and scratches. Overcome with sympathy, Snow White welcomed her into the cottage and promptly began pampering her.
First the girl's clothes were removed, scrubbed, and hung by the fire to dry. With that done, Snow White returned with a bowl of warm water and a stack of wash cloths for tending to the girl's wounds. At first the girl shied away from Snow White's touch but she soon relaxed against the pile of pillows behind her and allowed her new friend to wash her.
Snow White's small white hands immersed a wash cloth in the bowl of water and very gently applied it to one of the girl's larger scratches. Her touch was soft and sensuous. Each scrape, in turn, was nursed with the same tender loving care. When the task was completed, Snow White rose from the edge of the bed, meaning to leave the girl to rest.
Part V: With Evil Intent
"Wait!" Temporarily forgetting her injuries, the girl sprung out of bed. The urgent tone in the girl's voice stopped Snow White dead in her tracks. "Couldn't you stay with me for a just a little bit longer?" Snow White retreated to the girl's side and tucker her back into bed. She couldn't possibly deny the girl her request. After all, she was a guest.
Not knowing what to say, Snow White wrapped the girl in her arms and began singing a lullaby that her mother used to sing. Her voice rang through the cottage, as pure and angelic as freshly fallen snow. The exquisite beauty of Snow White's song only served to anger the girl, although she made quite sure to keep her animosity from showing. Instead, she pulled Snow White closer and pressed her lips to hers, putting a stop to the sickeningly resplendent melody.
Before Snow White could protest, her dress had been stripped from her, unveiling two round creaming mounds of flesh, a small pink bud adorning each. The stunning elegance of Snow White's naked body caused jealousy to boil within the girl so that the only thing keeping her from lashing out and disclosing her true identity was the assurance that Snow White would soon be dead.
