Once upon a time--wait, no. In this story, there is no happy endings, right? Right? Kings and queens ruled the land, and Fairytales were....real. Ah, listen to me hammering on like this, you might be bored outta your mind. READ ON, MY CHILDREN!
One day, a young girl with skin as pure and white as snow, hair darker than the night sky, was fetching a pail of water for her family. When she got to the well, her eyes drooped once more. She came back with the pail empty, as she drowned in thought, wondering how many chores she would be given this time.
"Snowa Katarina White!" Her stepmother said.
"Mistress--I--I-the well was empty and--" She stuttered, tears flowing down her face. She stepped back, in fear that the stepmother might slap her. She tripped on the hem of her apron. She had fallen hard that day, and her heart falled down with her. She was teased for her clumsiness, and hated it. She had two stepsisters, and a stepmother.
As a young girl, Snowa had relied on her father for sympathy, but he died shortly after her 7th birthday of unknown causes. Her birth mother had died in a carriage accident long ago as well, before her father. The only friend she had, growing up, was a young boy. Hus name was peter.
Peter was a boy always around the same age as Snowa. He had fluffy, thick brown hair and he worn green garments as though there was no other color on the rainbow.
They would meet in the dead of night, when the whole village was asleep except for the guards of the kingdom and a few stray animals. He would baffle her at the idea of him getting on to her balcony without going through the doorway in her bedroom. He would listen politely as Snowa told him of her troubles and constant woes of her "family" that "loved" her.
However, you can never have a friend for too long. One night, Snow waited impatiently for peter, but he never came afterwards. When she went to the village the morning after he went missing, she stopped to talk to some of the townsfolk to see if they knew where Peter had gone. All of the villagers believed that this Peter was an imaginary friend, so they babied her because she was totally convinced that Peter was real.
As the days went by, Snow was losing faith and hope of ever seeing Peter again.
Snow was put down by her friend, and was left alone in the dark on her balcony most nights, left to the stars, and te ever fading hope of his return. However, things aren't always so dim and gloomy. Her stepmother now started to get bored of the same people greeting her at breakfast every morning, so she went to adopt a daughter at the marketplace.
They had searched for a long time, and we're just about to give up when a young girl emerged from the long line of people who wanted to be adopted.
"SNOWA!" She hollered. Snow's small head emerged from the wood woven table the stepmother was sitting at. "Red? Is that really you?" Snow replied.
"I'm here, Snow! It's really me!" Red said. Snow instantly climbed over the table and watched her stepmother stare at her in disbelief. "I thought I lost you in the carriage accident!" Red exclaimed. "Same here," said Snow, "How did you escape the fire and smoke?" Asked Snow, speaking a mile a minute. Red paused, mentally rewinding her life so she could remember how she did it.
"I got saved by a Guardian Angel." Red said matter-of-factly.
