Crown by Reality

Snow White: A Glimpse of Strength

“This knife is not made by normal means, first of all it is called the Obsidian Knife and from the name itself I do not need to explain much further.” Gothel stated, handing it to Snow White as she watched Hunter and Rapunzel gaze in fascination. “The True Mirror was often used to seek an answer, the Mirror does not lie. Ever. What is more impressive, in desperate times, a shard of the glass can be used as a weapon thus the legend of the Obsidian came to exist.”

Snow White held the knife, twisting it with her fingers and for quite a moment Hunter almost flinched once she saw her flipping the knife one hand after to another as if it were some ball to toss around aimlessly. To her, it was a knife that can slice in through the sun rays outside in the daylight sun rays, more efficiently when she has come to slice the Seven Monsters. She saw no rust, instead it brims with glittering gold, reflecting to the color of her eyes and the blade nothing but a clean slated edge. Two edged-blade and an obsidian handle matching the whole aesthetic. In contrast to the Schneewhitten’s white and blue colors, maybe with a tint of green. The knife in itself holds the darkness within, purely black than the night itself yet not as darker as her hair and it was something so beautiful she hardly cannot believe in herself it would be used to kill. To murder. To end one’s life with just a s***h.

It promised to live up to its name, it made itself clear as she holds in her hands. Snow turned it over, testing the weight, every cold sensation touching her skin. Breathtaking, stealing her breath away in soft whispers. Fitting perfectly to her small palm, such a weapon forged from the mysteries surrounding her family, to think that this piece of murderous weapon was once a mirror used for vanity. It must be tired to be used in a delicate, vain ways, too idle for a usage for a thirst of blood now ascended to something more useful.

This knife, it gave her the pleasure to be the one to end the Evil Queen’s life. In this life she thinks, was she truly destined to come for the knife in taking numerous lives? To live this life of blood, a deadly promise awaits for her.

“Handle it with care, dear Snow White.”Gothel broke her deep seated thoughts, silently observing her how her fascination began to surface, “As you may know, not much is known about the Knife which makes it more of a liability than anything else, however, since your blood carries the chosen beholder, it might be an easy yoke to carry. Still,” she walked over to Rapunzel, a scissor in hand. Curiously, Snow looked up to Hunter who probably has the same thoughts running down through their mind. To their surprise, Snow was taken aback while he furrowed his eyes in confusion as to why did she cut a few strands of her hair. “for protection and control in case of an outrage and… something more.”

Something more? Snow ponders, for protection it was understandably easy to say that the reason why the length of her hair measures longer than a normal hair can muster to reach its limitations points to a concentrated magic in her hair, she can unveil why Rapunzel’s hair was long, every strand of silky golden hair has Magic. Never mind that her existence in itself in this world holds many questions that she needs an answer, a subject she will most likely delve in deeper, to investigate the peculiarity of how she came to be so… different in terms how her past life written its tale how Gothel gives a much lesser treatment than a dog can be, for now her goal at hand clearly drives her to dethrone the evil Queen using whatever it takes. By all means of the so-called protection, referring to the harsh critical nature their mission has in store for them.

Their goal to slay the Seven Monsters corresponds why they have come to this shop, to be granted protection for it was as clear as the day she was born, they will never know what lies ahead of them. This something more that the witch entails intrigued her. What can that possibly mean?

Sensing the curiosity from the Princess, Gothel wrapped the golden strands of the hair around the handle of the knife, tying it with a closed knot. For a second nothing happened, until a bright golden glow resonated and just like that, Snow White feels it spoke to her.

“You do not need it... you only need I, as the strife inflicting a thousand pain to your enemies.”

The voice of a man, yet her instincts fairly warned her in a soft but stern hold around her neck that it was more than a man. Something more than a man. Do not let it fool you to its trap, telling her to tread in carefully. Unexpected it was without even having her hands, fingers gripping the cold handle. A low, a whisper-like voice accompanied by a trace of a husky seduction luring her to a power held by her. Only her, no one else matters.

It suffocates her, through the undeniable link of power she barely cannot withstand. A silent breathe left her lips in relief, withholding a tension when her ears heard the luring voice.

Beside her, she hears the steady, quiet footsteps through the wooden floors then the voice of her servant near her side whispering. “Princess, are you alright?”

Her eyes blinked back and forth, drifting the sails between the blur and the darkness slowly succumbing her to a near state of deriving her, stripping her proper decisions and choices the longer she stands frozen. The world started to blur, her body seems to float along with her pool of her thoughts swirling around her head at such a fast rate. She can feel eyes on her, try she might but she could not focus her eyes to Hunter nor Rapunzel, even Gothel. The whole world crashed down to her in circles.

“Princess Snow White, on your feet.” The words were a knife slicing through the daze of her swirling thoughts, her feet tripped over an invisible pebble, she closed her eyes expecting to land on her bottom. A tight, warm gripped of hands held her shoulders at bay, instantly by the touch alone. Her instincts haywires, a shot of awakening swimming in a maddening seething flaming fumes across her veins then with eyes opened wide, Hunter did not see himself getting thrown to the ground with a loud crashing echoes the cold room followed by a gasp coming from Rapunzel.

“P… Princess..” Hunter groaned incoherently, all in his fours as Snow blinked in a startling reveal. Quickly, she kneels down to his side with eyes widened, fumbling over what words she was to expressed.

“Hunter! I did not, you are not hurt are you not!?”

What has she done?

“When I said on your feet I did not expect that you will bring the man himself to his knees,” Gothel quirked her brow in mild amusement as the Princess tried to gripped his collar, forcing him to look up to her with a groan. “Or on the ground as we are seeing. Boy, are you alright?”