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oceniram · 4 years

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Rose Red: Snow-White’s Sister

Everyone knows the story of Snow-White, you know the one with the evil queen, the seven dwarfs, and the poison apple, but does anybody remember little Rose-Red, Snow-White's twin sister? No, thought so. You see our Mother wished for my sister the one with hair as black as carbon. Skin as white as snow, and lips as red as a ruby. Our dear Father wanted a boy whom would be as brave as a lion, a boy who would show great leadership to be worthy of his heir, and one who would be honorable in combat. Too bad for him, he got stuck with Snow and me.

Snow and I were playing out in the garden; when all of sudden a bear comes at us, our mother told us not to be afraid, while our father mumbled that if he had a son we would be having bear meat tonight. For the record, we were only seven at the time, that didn't matter to him he took out his sword and slew the bear right in front of us. Snow was frightened by this, I on the other hand was filled with joy, and fascination at the sight of a master swordsman at work. Our father loved us very much even if he did prefer a son over a daughter.

On our tenth birthday, our mother fell ill, we grieved her for months to come. Our dear father thought we needed a mother, so he got remarried to a beautiful, but a vain woman. She plotted against our father. She overthrew him by poisoning him and turned my sister into her personal servant. Before she was able to get me, I fled against my will. Our father had many knights- none were as good as Sir Drago, he was the best, so while we lived in the castle I studied him learned from him something that brought my father both proudness and disappointment. Now that we were on the run from my stepmother I vowed to rescue my kingdom I'm not going to let it get destroyed by the Evil Queen.

The men that were loyal to my father were murdered brutally. I witnessed most of their deaths, the warriors on the Evil Queen side didn't tire like most men. Sir Drago took me out as fast as possible, he was going to try to get Snow unfortunately for us the moment we left the border of our kingdom we couldn't get back in. It was as if an invisible wall was blocking it. Sir Drago took me deep into the forest. "Train me," I demanded he looked at me as if I grew a second head or something. A few minutes later he answered me "Fine." "O come on I want to- wait what?" I asked I couldn't believe he was actually going to do it; all those years of watching him train were finally going to pay off. I don't know why but I think this was going to be extremely awesome and painful. "I said fine, my lady."

"First thing I'm going to teach you, is how to hunt and fish." "But we don't have any bows, arrows or a fire," I kept on wondering how are we going to do those things. I saw the knight in gold armor go look for a stick. He was explaining to me what type of stick would make for good spears, and what type would be for fishing. "When do we get to the good stuff, like how to cut an enemy in half?" The Gold knight told me to be patient; that I had to learn to live off the land since I didn't have my cushy lifestyle anymore. Living off the land was harder than I originally thought, but the worse part was that we kept moving farther away from my land. The lessons on fishing and hunting continued, however, one night we stopped at this creepy' s man place "Alright Princess choose the material for your armor and weapon." "Huh" I was a bit confused why would we come to a creepy cottage in the middle of nowhere to get this stuff when we could easily get it from a blacksmith, as if he was reading my mind he answered my question "The blacksmith are good at creating weapons, but you need to choose the material; this place has everything you need. Remember your weapon is your best friend." The knight imparted his wisdom on to me.

We came to a clearing after we got the materials I chose turned into armor and weapons. For the armor, I chose an armet helmet, gauntlets for the arms and chausses for the legs my torso was covered with a plackrat. For my weapons, I selected a sword and a shield. Once my weapons were done the Knight took me to a training field "Listen up kid I'm going to teach you how to fight." I was excited that he was going to start my lessons.

"Okay, what's first?" I asked barely able to contain my delight at my first real fight. The Knight responded by telling me that he was going to strike and I had to block him. We kept at it for days. He was the best in our kingdom and I always watched him, so I knew some of his techniques. The problem for me was that he was holding back and he still managed to disarm me. "Never let your guard down," he would reprimand me every time I dropped my sword. You know what's funny I don't think I know his real name unless Drago is what his parents named him.

A year has passed since my stepmother took over the kingdom; I haven't seen my dear sister in a long time. My training with Sir Drago is coming along nicely. I'm not sure how we're going to break the magical spell. "ROSE FOCUS!" I heard the gold knight yell at me. We were in the middle of a lesson which I totally spaced out. "Sorry I was just thinking about my sister and the year we lost everything. Don't you miss your family?" The answer to my question was written all over his face. Rose-Red, I can't imagine what you're going through, but if you stand any chance of defeating the Queen you have to pay attention."

Evil Queen's Point of View.

My life started with misery. My o so wonderful parents would beat, and torment me for days that one day I had enough. I got so mad that, I made the whole village tremble back then I didn't know it was me; which caused me to get scared "daddy," I cried to my father, and my mother looked as if she was having a panic attack "KILL HER!" My mother shouted from the corner of our small kitchen "KILL THE WITCH!" she screamed at my father. My father looks at me with pure raw hatred as if he has never loved me before. I decided that it would be in my best interest to run very far away and never look back.

In the middle of running, I saw a small but angry dwarf who was practicing the dark arts. It was at that moment that I realized what I have done. I begged the little dwarf to teach me his art. To my surprise he agreed, however, there were conditions for his help the first was that I should refer to him as master, the second was that I now belonged to him, in other words, I wasn't a person anymore, but a tool for him to use any way he saw fit. I took a deep breath. This felt like making a deal with the devil either-way I needed to learn control and he was my only option so I prepared to sale my self.

"Yes Master," I whispered hoping that he wouldn't make me say it again, unfortunately, I will be repeating those words more often than I ever wanted to. "Good girl, follow me, SLAVE," the dwarf led me into the woods. The dwarf put emphasis on the word slave. My thoughts betrayed my actions I kept thinking this was all a mistake. We ended up walking for miles until we came across a large cottage followed him which happened to be blocked by many trees this place was a mess "Well SLAVE get to cleaning," he ordered handing me a broom. "Yes, master." It looks like I traded a bad home for a worse one believe it or not the dwarf was more caring than my actual folks. Like I said from the start my parents were awful my father, for example, would smack me for having our home clean that's right my dad used to hit me for doing chores the right way. While mother found any little excuse to tell me, I'm a monster that needs to learn her place.

My mas... No, I mean the dwarf ordered me to clean his clothing without water when I asked how am 'I suppose to do that he simply said "Magic." "But Master, you haven't explained to me how our magic works. How am I going to use magic if I don't understand how it works?" The dwarf gave me a full glance then he went on to explain that magic is tied to our emotions. The more we feel the stronger our magic becomes. Anger, happiness, fear, love, and rage. Any emotion will do he told me that the ones he loves the most are the ones that require fear and rage. So for the next couple years of life, this pathetic little creature had me do the impossible task such as go to a market and come back in half an hour the nears market was inside the kingdom which happens to be at least 20 miles away. Another task that he made me do was to get the scales of a dragon, tears of a bear, and eye of newt. What is it, with every spell needing an eye of newt I wondered.

One winter afternoon when I was running an errand for my mast...for the dwarf came across a family. This family was made of four a long-bearded man with his loving wife by his side which made me sick and there two precious little girls I'm not sure why but this family brought out the rage in me especially the little girls

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