Grim Fairytales

Snow White

The beautiful princess wasn't always known as the beloved "Snow White" that many have come to love and know. Not at all, for tell me, my little readers, who could ever love a princess as deranged as Blood Red?

                                                     

                                                             Snow Isn't So Innocent

The kingdom was indeed happy when the young princess was born. They cheered for the royal couple. They cheered for the royal baby. It was truly a happy time in their kingdom. They were deceived by the illusion of a beautiful baby with skin as soft as snow and lips as red as blood. The snow part was a complete lie, a total illusion made by the king's magic. No one knew the king was behind it all. It was, of course, during the time where witches were burned and hanged, drowned and whipped to death. No one suspected their noble king, but when he had framed his innocent wife, the kingdom turned dark and foreboding. Loathing their once 'majestic' queen and pitying the poor, unsuspecting king.

What was poor little Snow's fault in all this? She dared to go against her dark father. She had shattered the illusion her father had cast on her as a newborn. Her lips remained like blood, her fair skin turned too pale to describe, her limbs muscled up, rather than them staying like a dainty little flower. She grew into the name her father had bestowed upon her secretly. Oh no, not Snow White, my dear little readers, but Blood Red. Lips red as blood, hair darker than night itself, and the evil magick stormed her body like that of her father's. She was cast out of her kingdom, not from fear of her mother or her looks, but out of the fear of the people. Their hearts grew corrupt, the king casting a grey fog every morning, tainting each innocent soul with malevolence piece by piece, until the entire kingdom was one big game, each little commoner a pawn in his dark game of chess.

Poor little Red had no where to go, for everywhere she went, she was cast out from. Her looks were enough alone to scare any and everyone who dared gaze upon her.  The orphaned children dared no longer to welcome her in their presence. The youngest cried in fear at seeing what their once pretty friend had become. A young man gouged his eyes out as she winked with a flirt in her eye. The princess was truly a pitiful sight for very sore eyes.

She fled the kingdom, fled the cities and towns, finally running into the forest. She felt that if no civilization wanted her, she could make a home amongst the forest people and their animals. She did not understand that a feared, bulky princess was not the most comforting to the shy animals. As Snow-- ahem-- As Red helped a baby deer to walk again, it was never seen again, for it had been frightened by the rough hands helping it up. All poor little Red got in return was a hoof shaped scar below her left eye.

"I was cast out from the world, no one to be with, no one to love. My father, he cursed me, cursed me to his hellish throne. Try as I might to change my fate, it seems that this is what must be..."  her voice faded in an echo as seven shadows appeared to follow her.

Blood Red screamed and fainted, her heart still that of a dainty princess. The seven little men did help, but oh, the fate she had in store for them was not pretty. She looked an awful mess but held kindness towards them, earning their trust day by day, cooking and cleaning night by night. The day of the new blood moon would be upon her, and that was when she decided it was time she took a stand against her cruel father and those in the corrupt kingdom. She felt that since no one would help her willingly, she would conjure up the magick to enslave those whom trusted her most.

As the red moon climbed into the sky, she gathered the little men into her circle, keeping each in a trance as she chanted softly. The highest peak of the bloody moon gave a red glow upon the stolen diamonds on her wrists. Not a moment after the faint glow grew into a blinding light did she slit her wrists. The blood gushed out from the open wounds, creating an arrow in front of each dwarf as they looked on with fear in their wide eyes. With a blood cross on her forehead, she turned her gaze up to the blood moon and spoke the ancient language filled with the enchanting words.

"Nongo Gaitz horizetorrenaurrera, utzinire  izenaezagutzen. Nire gorputza Blood nire arimabeltza nanoenhorieknireesklabo erabateta  osorikdaude!" 

(From whence this evil came, let them know my name. Blood from my body, black from my soul, these dwarves are my slaves, fully and whole!)

No sooner were the dark words uttered that the same grey fog protruded from her hands, swarming the little men. Their eyes glowed yellow, their teeth grew sharp as their lips pulled up into a horrendous grin. Tying rope around each of their necks, Blood Red used the dwarves to slaughter countless villagers, feeding their bloodlust, increasing their strength, until her own kingdom was devoured into an abyss of violence and disillusioned freedom. The falsely loved king was torn to bits by the dwarves in front of the people, scaring the many whom were brave enough to stay.

 

 And that, my dear little readers, is how Snow isn't so innocent...