This is when the real Fairytale begins, when all the horror is about to come in, this is story of what really happens to Snow white, in her own red hood.
Marcella's mother;
"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" The witch would appear into the mirror and say "You are and there is no doubt, the most beautiful women in all the lands."
As she dissapered I'd flip my hair as I seen my daughter arriving back to the castle. The war was still going on, and many have died around us.
Marcella;
I would move back into my mothers castle saying as I am the princes here I have no real choice. My mother has changed a lot, over time. She is always worried about her beauty and she downs me all the time, she always told me how I was born, and how she had asked for a beautiful daughter and I knew that I was beautiful, but she needed to be more beautiful. And how she was acting she was fierce. She was angry because she was only the princess still, angry that I was getting older, and more beautiful, angry that my dad had re married. Thinking about how this was all her choice in the first place, but I'm only 14. Who knows!
"How was your fathers wedding?" She asked me awkwardly as we were eating dinner, my half sister who was only through marriage would give me a snotty look, she was before me on the thrown obviously after my mother and her new husband Flynn.
"It was beautiful, not as beautiful as your guy's wedding!" I'd lie.
"Good." She would say rudly, I'd feel the pressure on me as I looked down at my plate.
Two years would pass, and my mothers anger would only get worse, she began to hate everything, and became obsessed with her beauty but 16 years had passed and she was only getting older;
Marcella's mother;
"Mirror, Mirror on the wall who is fairest of them all?" As the witch would appear and then she would show a picture of Marcella smiling happily. "No! This cannot be, I am the beautiful, I am the strong! I am young and perfect!" The witch would show me in the mirror, "you asked for a beautiful daughter and with that, you have aged and you are getting less beautiful, it doesn't mean you aren't beautiful, she is just the fairest in all the land, now." As I got up enraged I looked out the window and began to scream all I could think of is killing her! Then I will be the fairest again!!!
As the story goes, she would hire a huntsman to remove my liver and heart, after she would eat it she would get all my beauty, but in this story she began a potion to poison me, so she could remove me and play it off as the sad mother, missing her daughter.
Marcella's mother;
I'd begin the perfect potion, placing it in into an apple as she was with her father, I'd send it to her there so he could watch his beautiful daughter die in front of him.
