Crown by Reality

Snow White: Igniting Fire

The Monster resembled more of a slug than anything else except it also walked in four, dripping disgusting goo in its wake. Eyes placed everywhere at random as if the creator decided it would be wise to laced with them huge googly every inch of the body. Green, lime green like the limes from the trees near in the Palace Gardens and the only weapon that can ultimately this paragon made of sin itself. Snow White wondered if this Monster would be any different among the rest of its brothers and sisters. It’s then she decided she will have to rest her case for later, putting her trust towards Tödlich Schönheit.

“A Monster that carries s-sickness and… deceases,” Rapunzel gulped, eyes filled with uncertainty, her eyes looked up to Snow White who calmly met her gaze whom she unexpectedly gave him a nodded response, a confirmation on that known fact. “Would you, would you.. would the two of you be alright?”

“We try to be, a mission so dangerous assures our lives to be threatened. Perhaps, no,” she shook her head gently, in an effort to give her not a false hope, as much she wants to say that this will be a leisurely walk, it’s fine would not cut it. They all live in this small bubble that knows nothing but survive so they have their freedom.  They were fighting for freedom, for them and she simply told the truth, “I might lose my embodiment of perfection in this Kingdom and the entirety beauty as we call it, my face scarred and bruised. My hands and arms littered with cuts, wounds.” a soft laugh and a half-witted smile formed in her lips. “In the end of the day, I would be fortunately to remain in one body and one soul lest I lose a hand or a finger.”

“D-Do not think of such!” a loud outburst surprised everyone in the room, she can raise her voice in such a high scale? Gothel herself found it shocking. Rapunzel, her shyly reserved daughter can deny what snow White said even if it was the truth of the reality. “Please try to be more careful, Princess…”

Snow White came to know people with endless compassion, and that quality was not taught in anywhere. A virtuous single treasure you either have it or one does not have it, people like Rapunzel were able to connect with different types of people everywhere they went, be it the highest status like her, the Queen or the King descending down to the most lowliest of peasants and street beggars. A part of her finds herself quite envious of that quality, as a young girl she was such a care-free child who has a soft, gentle and caring heart but the world crashed down everything to her shoulders. Every single day the sun rose, every single night the moon rises up along with the stars, the heart became guarded, not to the point she became a heart made of cold stone yet the she can feel every inch, every passing hour she cannot react like the people around her.

At times she just… accepted that she no longer cared. Sometimes she does, she felt not an inkling of compassion at times and it surely was a terrifying notion to think of, to delve in deeper that she couldn’t dare in fear she would learn how far she succumbed to. Then again, people who have lost heart wouldn’t think such things like these would they?

Hunter has that grin she caught forming, “The young lady is right, do not worry too much. Your beauty is that refined that I do not think that the filthy Monster would so much to lay one of its…” he trailed off, turning to take in the illustration one last time. Probably. No, he sighs to himself, they were about to embark a journey and this was the first creature they will encounter? What a downer. “I will have to make sure that it will not lay a hair to you, Your Royal Highness.”

“Rubbish,” Snow White quirked a brow, unbelieving to his false hope. “I am going to devour it. I will have to have my lips coated with its…” her eyes closed as she scowled, the knife she can hear laughing much to her distaste. “You do know what I meant by it, admittedly even I do not look forward.”

“I can feel my insides curdle with bitterness and sourness, thinking that you will do such an awful.”  Hunter turned to Gothel with high hopes that at the very least provide another way to absorb the powers of the filthy Monster, “I know that you confirmed it to be the case but truly, is there nothing we can do?” another pained sigh left her lips, it was this that prompted him to lean over in defeat, with hard expression Snow interpreted to a man preparing himself for war. “I see… the Princess has no choice. Despite all of this, we cannot deny that it’s revolting than we can ever imagine.”

Rapunzel on the other hand, her lipped curled and her nostrils flared in, her soft features twisted and contorted as she turned herself to face the shelves, the Verhandeln spiders took notice of the strange face of the bargaining human. Grotesquely, disfigured as she slapped a hand against her mouth in case the vile rising from her stomach started to explode anytime.

“No cost, too great. I try not to get it inside me head.” Snow White answered, she can at least prepare herself to what expectations she needed to. It was the beginning, still the start of what worse was to come.

“You are one brave woman, Princess Snow White.” complimented Gothel, advancing towards him with a huffy grin across her wrinkled lips, the faint lines of age glowed underneath the candle-lit candles. She raised her head to meet hers, “Her Majesty the Queen alongside His Majesty the King would be proud of what you have come far.”

Would they, really. Would they, truly. Can a Mother and Father be in high-spirits when they are dead?

Snow White thinks not.

The valiancy of the Blue Knights, Schneewhitten Knights have not fallen in the slightest, actually they have fallen so hard to the ground  since they have started to serve the current Queen. They had no choice they say, the things he has heard from whispers to blatant statements from the lips of the people. Oh, how the valiant knights of renowned bravery spirit has succumbed to a eradicating mud smearing their honor and dignity. Just a second now he will not hesitate to uplift their own swords in order to discipline these stiff-neck men. Oh, he was more than ready to ignite his fire fueled by his unrelenting, brazen wrath. With slashing blows they will fall, snapped their fickle bones into two with a loud crunch so satisfyingly resonating in his ears.

May God have mercy in the darkest moments the Queen has ruled the Schneewhitten Kingdom.

Agron covered himself in white coat just as it was befitting inside the Kingdom if he chose to hide his face upon the thousands of different faces passing by. As much he would like to take in the beauty of the flowers littered the side walk, the streets up to the castle, he finds it hard to see the real beauty. His jaw tightened as his fingered pulled his hood to cover her head and face. A Wanted Man, that’s what he is right now. His eyes kept an eye, surveying the crows, especially the guards who might have been searching far and square for them to arrest him.

Then what, an execution?

Everything he has come to love almost, always revolve the yellow and orange fumes in familiarity of the sun. A name, a title, a family semblance they all called Fire.

Fire is the most beautiful magic of them all, the fairest he has ever used, the glory that comes from it with all it follows the heated attraction he cannot avoid but admire so passionate. So warmly cascading ball of sun in his palm, such marvelous yet powerful magic coursing in through the veins that has been passed down from generations to generations. If only, if only he can release the flames without harming his people, a harsh painful disadvantage for him to place himself.

Now then, where could the Royal Princess be? The anxiety was killing him, Agron felt the need to move in speeds he never once before tried, his pace drawn him to move faster. Walk faster, much more than he can ever do in his life. He needs to seek the Princess as soon as possible, save her! It was if to say the longer his feet carried her, his limbs providing him the strength he needs.

Agron worries, rarely he does. What more he regrets the words he threw at Snow White, the way how her face melted like snow and tears fell flowing down her cheeks fattened the increasingly failures he committed, he wouldn’t be able to get rid of it for as long as he lives. Everything took over, he could do nothing more than feed his guilt, try as he might to render the frustrations out from the incoming flooded thoughts. He lost it all in the moment, and he never saw the Princess ever again. He wanted, no, he needs to find her. Help her as much as his body can, all he can give to her will be given without hesitations.

“Where are you, Snow White…?” he says in a soft whisper, looking and peering in all corner then he made a sharp turn to the other side of the alley way. Gnawing him to find more, search the farthest things he thought he could never reach in his life, the places where he thinks he will never in his life thought he will go so far deep into this dark alleyway.

The cold air fallen upon the place, was it just earlier that the sun warmth his clothes despite the cold bite prickled his skin? Yet, this place has a different kind of cold, the darkness welcomes him with a thick blanket surpassing the widespread of the night sky, a black canvas all across the inches without a light apart from the flickering light bulbs and the torched fire, even the fire in this place gave an air of cold magic. It seems this place never existed at all, no one lives in here was all he can ponder to think before swallowing his spit. The chilly cold bites, feeling it seeping through his coat then to straight in to the bones.

The Magische Kessel.