Crown by Reality

Snow White: More and More

“Tell me, how did the knife came to be at the first place?” Gothel waited, a pause for Snow to take everything. “Allow me to rephrase the question, did it transformed itself to a knife the instant you have laid your hands?’  

Snow White was captured by the net of question she cannot possibly escape from, needlessly to say that it was rather in fact a complicated event how the shard of glass turned to an Obsidian Knife overnight, revealed under her pillow, tucked in comfortably. Too comfortable for its own good, what if her head rubbed against the sharp tip of the knife. She cringed, the hair around her every mass of her body stood up. Death did not faze her, the pain after a final breath of sight sends a strike of fear she would not admit anytime soon, a scarce fact her heart tries to hide.

"The Knife showed itself in my dream, magical it sounded but nothing new to be stated otherwise." Snow answered regardless of the situation she entered in… or was that really the case, truly?

Memories of the night's endeavor rushed back in rushing currents, to call it a nightmare or such an unpleasant dreams of the monstrosity revealed itself to her. 

Petrichor filled her nostrils, the earthy scent when rain occurs, falling on the dry soil. Her eyelids were drooping to a close shut, as if someone cast a spell on her to sleep for a long, long, long time and the luring sleep covers her eyes, rendering her back to the world of dreams though, she couldn’t go back even if she wanted to from the heavy slumber. Violently, her eyes opened wide revealing a pair of apple, green eyes, it sucked her into the depths of the darkness forcefully.

Snow White found herself frozen in place, in the pitch black darkness that threatens to consume her, her eyes narrowed with golden bravery shown from her very eyes as she stood still. The fear traveled in her vein, coarse in every part especially around her heart quickening beating heart, through shaky but deep breaths she takes in, her willpower forced her fear to never connect with her milky white, pale features. Fear could never turn her pure white skin to a more paler color. Her feet steady, as steady as if she were treading icy waters, one mistake would crack it all for.

Someone... or something was, is watching her. Watching in mingling, morbid fascination. Plain, concentrated horror waits among the shadows, it's anticipation she can feel almost crawling to her, her mind must have played tricks, oh how she hoped that will be the case if it hadn't moved. This "thing" whatever men has to call it, walked in all four-clawed feet. 

Two orbs glowed the color of grass. Then it blinks, pupils dilated moved towards her form, watching her as a sticky, slime substance dripped. It oozes filth, impurity of every vile decease and sickness, death ultimately followed it, it smelt rotten flesh, burned human corpses and of animals except they did not give the kind of heat, it was cold and oozing great globs of green and questionable white specks of phlegm, that alone made Snow White sick to the core. How vomit inducing, it was sticky mucus, rancid and toxic to touch if she were to touch it's trails.

A cold material, a cold sensation touched her feet, distracted she slowly looked down.and to her surprise, the shard of Magic glass she smashed laid on the ground. Her fingers swiftly reached for the shard before a roar, a roar like that of a woman's distorted screaming caused her to snap her eyes shut but the shard she holds never dropped.

“Have I not made myself clear? You only need myself to protect you.”

Rapunzel stared as if her words exchanged between her Mother was widely considered to be unusual, Hunter can read the situation by the sway of the stilled air seemingly shifting to one side or another. A part of him leads him to believe that the mysterious knife has something to do with the changing tantrums inside. In a sense, unusual was rather a weak word, Snow described her dreams in perfect detail as she could, for every words she spills earned her three pairs of wide eyes on her, it would have been easily understood that she grew two heads overnight. The unknown, she finds out to be a nuisance that she couldn’t help but scowl, her eyes twitched.

“The Knife…it..it talked.” the audible, clear as the waters escaped her lips before she came to realize that her sense of shame returned to her. Can someone please, she begs, to keep her mouth shut from spouting!?

Their mind must be a bunch of baboons desperately trying to solve a quite difficult puzzle or a riddle. An entertaining sight for a while, funny even. To Snow White, it was nothing more than an inconvenience in her part. For one, she glanced at the other woman in the room, the long haired young woman that caught her words in interest.

Why yes, the Knife just spoke just now but how would that cure when they cannot answer her endless bounty of confusion? She might have heard this too, surprises no longer affected her upin the short notice she arrived here. For goodness’ sake, they were in the presence of the Royal Highness, Herself the Princess of the Scheewhitten Kingdom. Beside the point, was it just her or was it strange to think that she was becoming more aware of her status than ever before?

“I suggest you do not look at me with that ogling eyes as if I were some mutated creature to morbidly fawn over.” her words strikes an arrow to Rapunzel, in instinct she reclined with her head bowed in shame, her brows knitted together so much she cannot look up be in the same standing as the Princess. Moving out of her line sight but she cannot help, she couldn’t withstand her eyes from sliding in to gaze with focus after the knife came in with close gripped around Snow’s fingers.

She carried herself with an absolute confidence without her title demanding it! The prospect of intimidation on how her aura proclaims without a voice significantly left an impact towards her, the fabled Obsidian Knife she reads over their endless library filled with stacked books, ancient scrolls and scribes from the distant thousands sun and moon added another strength and powerful, authority she cannot deny giving in to her.

Though… Mother Gothel does not seem to be pleased…

The cold stare coming from Gothel from the words out of Snow’s lips was enough to send Rapunzel another shot of worry plaguing her mind. The way the two look at one another, hesitantly she would say that they were in some kind of waging battle on how not an eye couldn’t bat an eyelid, silently praying earnestly to herself in her heart that nothing worst was about to happen. The last thing, she needs to see how their eyes will locked in an intense heat to the point that a surge of spitting words made of fire decided to spat out of her Mother’s pensive grin. 

"The knife can talk, my dear. You should have know that you have an affinity in these sort of things."

Well, if only they knew that her head was filled uncertainty over the peculiar situation Snow White has come across. A peculiarity indeed. Somehow… the story feels familiar, similar was a more suitable word.