Crown by Reality

Snow White: Witch Gothel

The little shop, she dare not say little anymore. The last time she visited this Witch’s shop, she was less than a flimsy little girl carried from the arms of her Mother, inside the shop she couldn’t pinpoint why the air around her seems to be so lowly sad, unexplained scented flowery jasmines, lilies, and the most empowering of them all was the Rapunzel flowers. Initially she thought it was scented sticks used to burn or perhaps perfume to spray the room. Brewing potions upstairs also came up to her mind but the old witch of the shop stated with a straightforward words that it was merely by the doing of the atmosphere’s influence due to magic.

The shop was quite, well, the walls were depressing and unlike before, the choking furnace on the right side situated choked with fuming flames, sending forth calm waves of warmth enough to have the three cats jumped in for the home knitted rugs of blue, green, and yellow made by the witch with tender care, the three felines cuddled up together for a lazy nap. It was also their home, a shop-home or home-shop according to her Mother in a jokingly manner whilst they await for the brewing laughing stew. Hm, the Laughing stew. Ah yes, the prankster side that never goes away despite presence of the King in the Royal dining table. A small sip from the creamy white soup would cause an immediate boisterous laughter booming across the Kingdom.

Oh, how she sighed from the flow of memories in streams. She once again gazed at the high shelves filled with coiling rattlesnakes’ venom, human fingernails, battered fingers, a doe’s eyes, elephant’s tears, a pig’s wings, a fruit flies’ love and among many others. Strange yet disgusting, fascinating overall truly. The other left side were high-quality potions, love potions were illegal to be sold without a license to begin with, this also applied to dangerous potions such as Death potions, Sick-inflected based potions among many other things. In some Kingdoms, they were forbidden for many reasons but for the Schneewhitten, they considered themselves with pride for keeping a tight keen seen over the legal uses of potions and other things similarly.

Snow could go on forever and ever detailing the system of these kinds of things, the magical way of the alleyways plunge in mystical mirth of magic. It envelopes her, the comfort and the edges of lingering dangers, take the Obsidian knife for example. It brought some kind of relief yet at the same time, two sides of coin dictates its use and harm. The mystery whispering, seemingly it announces the presence of importance cloaking the knife with unknown anonymity.

That damned laughter sprung like a flea, a snort at first earning her utmost attention she cannot help herself but give the annoyed golden gleams coming from her eyes, his eyes found themselves caught in her snare. To stop, to prevent himself from exploding into a sore-eye frustration at the two women inside the shop.

“Are you going to stop snorting like a pig?” Snow White blatantly states with a sharp gaze, unfortunately or fortunately for him, undecidedly for Hunter who tries not to fill his mouth with an incoming surge of laughter from the terrible performance this long-haired woman did. For Snow, she felt a tinge of pity. Poor dear, truly. 

"Apologies, I cannot help myself. Pardon me, my lady." Hunter gave in, bowing for his poor manners.

The action coming from the cloaked man only embarrassed the flustered woman, waving her hands in sheer shyness. Oh, she was going to die in embarrassment! Her Mother would be so disappointed at her and it was one of her first time to greet potential customers. She screams inside her head in an attempt of changing her course of action but the logic of reality in the world did not pick their favorites, she was like any other people out there. Her shoulders slumped in defeat, still she mustered her bits of courage, be humble, she says to herself.

"Please, kind sir... it is partly myself, no need to do it... n-no need to apologize." Smiling she dismissed, before glancing towards the cloaked woman in curiosity. For a moment, she saw a glimpse of gold, her eyes widened at the sight, surely the glimpse over the glinted glimmer could not be gold now does it? She tilts her head without realization, this time she saw how she rolled her golden eyes before glancing again to the man beside her, clearly displeased how her red stained lips scowled.

"Alright, I am done."

Snow White Internally groaned, the urge to smack herself with her hand across her forehead. This impure insufferable man she swears! Of course he wasn't done laughing from the way his chest shook with a loud laughter before taking a deep sigh. Now, Snow White noticed what changed and what not, all in all she can hardly say the same thing as before, her eyes remains focused on the woman with long, golden hair with streaks of caramel brown. As soon her eyes met her form, it startles her, quirking a brow she gazed over her.

Ah, she had caught a doe locked in a stare.

“I believe I have not seen you before.” Snow approached her steadily with heels taped against the cobblestone floor. “Are you perhaps related to the Witch Gothel, I do not remember a young woman like you residing in this shop or perhaps,” she glanced over again, taking in the coldness turning to warmth, before turning to the door whose bell rang revealing a middle-aged woman, a stern looking going after beyond her years. “it is the passage of time that I have not visited this place?”

“What is that in your hand? That is the question, I want to know.”

The old woman wasn't anything extraordinary by any speck of recognition but when Snow met a face she haven’t met for several years, the significance of the meeting deepened. She did not avoid her intense gaze, it draws them in together as Hunter can see by how she just… crumbled. Her features wrinkled as a continuous flowing tears fell from her chin to the ground and the old woman, to her serious and silent cold, passive glance slowly melted, her hands trembled to cover her mouth as Snow removed her hood hiding her weeping tears, the ugly sobs escaping her lips.

“By the stars of the heavens… Snow.. oh dear, Snow White..” 

"Mother...?" Gothel looked over to her young daughter, almost afraid of what became of the situation, "Is there.. is something wrong?"

The Princess of the Schneewhitten Kingdom, run at to her and quickly with a bear crushing embrace. She could not hold back her tears from holding back. How many years has she longed for to meet her once again.

"You were right... the True Mirror, it's a weapon as you have said to my Mother years ago."