Crown by Reality

Snow White: A Peek of the Monster

The same eye-opening consciousness with the blessed hours of the sun light showered through the curtains of the windows’ abandoned castle, the Princess wished, to wake up, to rise up the way a King would do just the same in past life and of the current, be it with or not, she holds the life of her Father within her heart alive. When will her eyes greet the sunshine, her slow heartbeat quickens in a moderate pace, coldness shivers gone from her skin before the basked night before the day arrived?. There were times she feels so blessedly assured to live again for some die in their sleep, perhaps the most peaceful of deaths but a death nonetheless. There were other times, mostly she thinks that once her eyelashes fluttered open, the fleeting moment that was once felt tuned into a dark descent, and so by the time her golden eyes seen the beauty and filth at the same time, her mind takes piece by piece of everything, the greediness of her thoughts to consumed more overwhelms her and at times she wished, wouldn’t be better to see the light of the day filled with hope?

To wake up every day new, fresh with enlightening hope of being given a new chance, a life. Maybe, the sinful ignorance of ever not knowing what’s to come, or perhaps she might’ve considered to never, again sleep in order not to feel the void solitude creeping into her heart and soul. Dying would be better, after all.

It’s not like it was the first time she died.

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 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.

"Silence the boast... silence the sting of death, aim for the windows of the soul..."

A whisper strangely deafens the roar of the Monster, in her hands no longer holds the glass shard of the Magic Mirror.

A knife.  An obsidian knife. 

"Aim for the windows of the soul and you shall obtain a powerful ally..."

With a startling energy shot up to her spine, Snow White wakes up with a violent start, jolting from her bed from what it seems to be a nightmare… everything is blurry, unclear. For a second, a moment in one her thoughts drifted from her head without the knowledge of who she is, where she is then the memories of the day before came rushing in a blink of an eye. Snow laid on a bed of wood, it smelt of cherry wood and the simple laden fabric served as her bed sheets, two cottoned pillows partnered with woolly blanket made from a sheep’s wool. Then everything absorbed into one, a complete process where she processed the reality before her very eyes.

That dream... Snow White did not expect to see the Sleeping Princess to be linked with one of the Monsters.

 Taking a deep breath, she rubbed her eyes. The dream already snapped her out of her sleeping spell, there's no use to lay down and rest with a wishful thinking in returning to her comfortable slumber, no matter how much she hardly adapts sleeping on a hard wood rather than a cushion of double mattresses in her Royal chambers... her possessions must've had been sold out of the Queen's greed, or burned off which was not hard to think off especially that the wretched woman herself hated her with all fiber of her being.

She sat in the edge of her bed, staring at the wooden floors before perking up in attention when she felt a pair of eyes poked her form. Her eyes widened in disbelief, in an instant she turned away from the scene her Huntsman displayed his bare clothed nakedness shamelessly in front of her. Unbelievable! Here she thought he would at the very least have some decency in flaunting his gentlemanly manners in actions and not just by measly words alone!

"Pray tell me, why are you in your own trousers?" Snow turned around with a blush, a bashful glare aimed at a small table with a scowl. "How scandalous!"

"I walked in the wrong place at the wrong time, I had thought you were still in a deep sleep!" Hunter exclaimed, trying to defend himself in the process.

"Lies!"