Crown by Reality

Snow White: It Speaks

Up above, laying among the untouched books did they delicately tapped towards the rows of books, behind each and every one of the spiders climbed among their web of strands of silver linings to create a distinctive design web, under the glow of the flamed candle Sow can see the golden linings attached alongside. It was so easy to see how they weave in with love and care, an artist painting a masterpiece.

Rapunzel stared down at her hands, spiders crawling up to her hands over them. Furry black, covered with hairs the size of her. From experience, the other spiders lined up, patiently waiting for their turn as the others started appearing with many vast different sizes, quite a few them were nothing but tiny pinheads, about the size of her pinky while the others grew to be a size the half of her palm, one thing she know for certain was a matured one can only reach their limit about the size of a fully grown adult women’s palm. They kept on scuttling over the place, no longer in a spiraled notion. In a hurry, some of them mainly the tiny ones, the particularly young ones eagerly could not measure their patience unlike the predecessors before them would, so they bounced themselves up into the air in an attempt to get their feet full of refined hairs made of gold out of their bargaining human. The small little spiders simply cannot wait!

They cannot, how can they when the glistening golden glow of the bargaining human tempts them to decorate their web with a faint, thin lines of gold?

As if sensing the impatient stubbornness of their younglings, a count of spiders, Rapunzel called them as the grown-ups or adults in simple terms as well as the young adults clicked their fangs together, warning with an impending threat of fangs clicked against one another, the room heard a several clicking sounds and it was enough for the younglings to comprehend what scolding they will be met once they’ve arrived in their small formed webs, not as beautifully weaved pieces, their home was all that matters… still, it would have been nice to have a piece of strand. At the very least, one piece.

The spiders walked in all eight legs, such wriggly hairy tips of their feet tiptoed along the many books, pristine yet old shelves. For a moment, when Snow White entered in, she could have sworn everything was showered, covered in filthy dust that a man could sneeze by the time he entered the second floor of the shop. To her mild surprise, to what her eyes witnessed on what her eyes thought to be a fine dust turned slowly but swiftly to the same hairy, dark spiders with eight eyes. They were made out of Magic, none can explain it more than that. The Verhandeln spiders brought themselves down, weaving their web in to grasp the strands made of treasured magic strands.

The two spiders, the size of her palm took their time in Rapunzel’s hand, choosing each strand carefully. Hunter observed the unusual behavior, the clogs inside his mind working like an intricate machineries as. Do they find her hair attractively beautifully, he looked up to the ceilings, glowing strands of yellowish hue with faint but vivid lines of web formed. Ah, now that would explain why there are geometric patterns aligned up in every open space as well as corners with a distinct glow, the intelligent craftsmanship revealed to him in fine detail. They could’ve used it for other uses, after all the old witch did mention Rapunzel’s hair contained stored magic.

“They keep the books from rusting,” Rapunzel mused softly, pointing at the spiders as Gothel kept watch, witnessing another tens of spiders leaning down to get her gold strands of hair. “small critters from devouring the papers, and such.”

“From the name itself, Verhandeln spiders bargained with anyone who shares the same territory, well- known for their meticulous taste for beauty in designing their webs. They strive for perfection the moment they are born, and since they are magical creatures, they are classified as low-level protector users. They are well suited for protecting as well as defending scarce, fragile artifacts and so they are rare to have if you do not the means to pay them.”

Gothel described after the spiders lurched back to their respectable homes of webs, the last two spiders that were once in the hands of her daughter retreated back with a much, longer strands of hair. The cluster of spider awaits for their return up in the shelf, carefully the two seniors tucked their feet in one book made of cloven-leather gray cover, covering it with two thin silver web line to bring the book down. Rapunzel grabbed the book gently, bowing her head in acknowledgement then the clutter swiftly scattered once the bargain was finally done.

They will surely have an entertaining time to decorate their well furnish in no time!

“Here it is, Mother.” Rapunzel gave the book with an upbeat smile, having one task done without a mess surely was rewarding in itself.

“Well done, now.” Gothel patted her head, before placing the book with carefully laden touch at the top of the table. She perked up, her hand gesturing Snow White and Hunter to come closer. “This is also what you came for that you had no clue you needed it the most.”

“What does it contain?” Snow looked at her with expectant gaze. She saw her opened the books, flipping the pages like waves, not a dust showered her face denying her of the expectations she once had.

“I believe that the Monster you have described to me, is in these pages, look.” her wrinkled fingers glides in to one page.

Hunter crossed her arms against his chest, such a thing can appear in one’s dream? It’s a wonder how did the Princess looked face on with the details she described in vivid details and now that the illustration darkened his judgements upon laying his eyes on this, disgusting, wretched, vile creature. What a Monster, there was no doubt that this was the personification of a sin in a body of a monster. He couldn’t restrain himself, anyone can relate, understand why he would do so much to wrinkle his nose in disgust without even noticing nor realize at the moment when he drew his head to the side, unable to take in the artistic details has gone through to draw such… filth. He begins to wonder shortly how can the artist put all his efforts in one sitting without digressing before returning to his initial afterthought.

For the majority of the people, such a monster was a terror to add all the vile, damned words to send this creature to the very depths of hell. The Monster in itself was inhumanely disgusting in his sight, in fact, he insisted that he felt more disgust towards the existence of this filth to the point that fear almost couldn’t have the same room in his mind. He always has a rough relationship with creatures like this, mainly killing an animal with mucus around their body.

All the more so, Snow White tries not to let her vile rise up out of her throat. She fails to understand how awfully, vile-inducing this monster was. This Monster was supposed to be a sin itself!

“O-Oh…!” Rapunzel’s snapped her mouth close, a hand to conceal whatever would rise out from her mouth. “W..Wha..? What is that?”

Grotesque, absolutely grotesque Rapunzel thought all of it in one. It was just an illustration, they always say, it will be beautifully horrid but this? The whole appearance of the Monster felt nothing more than being so revolting, big and small holes littered every inch of his body, swollen. It was just as what the Princess described, to think it was this horrifying sight.

It was like what Snow White saw in her dreams, it would be one of the many disturbing things to have come across her life. The sticky, slime substances dripping from the jaws of the monster yet she could not imagine further that this was the complete picture that has finally, ingrained to her heart for eternity for as long she can live. The oozing filthiness alongside, this must be the devil’s pet. Convincingly so, she will plainly state. She remembered the scent of rotting flesh, the scent of burning… questionable dead living things, who turned out to be human corpses. It sickened her to the core, the small glimpse of the monster has given her so much but this image has given more than enough than what she can accounted for.

The sticky mucus in heavy, thick drips on the ground where she stands… how rancid, the toxic potency.

Clearly she does remember how the pair of eyes stared down at her with such intensity, eyes swollen over. Blood and spit, the awful sense of cold climbing embracing her body, gobbling her whole. it was cold and oozing great globs of green and questionable white specks of phlegm, bringing it back to the surface of memories cause her to cringe, she was making herself more disturbingly unware that she, herself, steps in to the line that her Knife concedes to feed the growing disgust, hatred and her despise disposition.

“It would be better to steady your heart and mind on what matters the most, Princess.”

Only then she snapped out of the depth of her darkly imaginations. Did... did the Knife pulled her out from the grasps of her ailing thoughts? She leans her eyes down to the Obsidian knife, the words spoken between Gothel, Hunter and Rapunzel died down, while her curiosity rose up in high amounts.

“The book tell us all, the past, the present and the future as well. The confusion you have? The Your Mother, well, she knows a numerous knowledge much more than a book can offer.”

The stories her Mother passed down to a daughter, her as the Princess, all these years she thought that not only was she stripped down of the knowledge she deserved to know the truth ended up to be false, her loving Mother told her the foundations in case she could not live to an old ripen age. Snow White's golden eyes glowed a soothingly under the moonlit state, has time rewind itself? Did her mind tricked her? Her feelings, her heart speaks that she cannot write in words. Her fingers loosened their grip, the book that holds the Seven Monsters in the confines of the pages.

Snow White gulped, throat beginning to dry, parched from the need of thirst all of a sudden, without even her realizing. Still, it urges her, encouraged her all the more to indulge in all the knowledge. 

Flip, flip the page, her mind pushed her to move her finger to another.

“That Faulpelz,” it spoke. Snow blinked, the audible tone implied the slyness within his voice. His… voice? “Over the centuries, it would not be that too surprising that he will allow himself to be killed in cold blood seeing that his sinfully lazed nature is overwhelming.”

Ah, already now that he has spoken plainly towards his Master, or shall he say with a grin, his Mistress? He could’ve sworn that he can taste the swollen flesh of the filthy sloth, its delectable green blood oozing disgustingly like liver’s vile. His mouth almost drooled at the thought how revolting the Monster will see that a former Mirror, an inheritance among the women of the Royal Family, has now turned to a weapon use to murder, to kill in such a tasteful, deliciously satisfying bloodlust.