My name. My full name on this plaque.
I haven't even done anything yet.
"This hall is fascinating, isn't it?" A voice came from the doorway. I froze.
Holy crap. I was alone, wasn't I?
"You can relax, it's only me," the voice became easier to identify. I turned around and saw the slender figure of Queen Sophia.
"Oh, your majesty," I curtsied. "I mean grandmother? Ugh, this is all so confusing," I complained.
"You can call me grandmother if it is easier for you," she smiled. "Oh it's so great to finally meet you."
I took another quick glance at the queen's outfit. She no longer wore her purple and white robes from earlier today, but now robes that held a sangria wine type hue in the candlelight. Her face had small amounts of makeup, but maybe everything is different here? Y'know, since it's magical movie world or whatever.
"Of course, as much as I would like to get to know you, that isn't the real reason you've been chosen to return," she began. "Would you like to go somewhere a little more comfortable?" I raised an eyebrow. "It's safe."
"Why is it so early in the morning?" I asked. "Didn't I pass out at, like, two in the afternoon?"
"Oh," she chuckled. "When you fainted, we couldn't use any type of magic, or even anything as simple as smelling salts to awaken you. We call this Sleeping Beauty Syndrome. It is most common with possessors of magic."
"Possessors of-? I don't think this makes much sense," I protested.
The queen guided me out of the hall and through different passageways. They reeked with age, and some had cobwebs decorating the walls. It had felt like we had walked miles by the time we had reached a pair of glass doors. I pulled on the silver handles, but couldn't open them. I jiggled the doorknobs to no avail, but then she put her finger to her lips.
She sent quick glances up and down the corridor to make sure no one was watching (as if anyone would be at this time of the morning). The queen pulled a silver key from her sleeve, then shoved the key into the lock, twisting it to the left until she heard a clicking sound. She hastily turned the doorknob, practically pushing me inside before slamming the door behind her.
I slumped into a cushioned chair, anxiously staring at the volumes of storybooks in the room whose walls seemed to be made of only bookshelves. The queen hurried to a corner. She pried a thick book off of the shelf and quickly flipped to a page, licking her finger to separate the musty pieces of parchment.
"You're familiar with the story of Snow White?" She asked, glancing up at me. I nodded feverishly. She placed the book in my lap, pointing to a sentence of words. "The old hag pointed a wrinkled finger at an overhanging tree limb. With a cackle, she willed the limb to fall and block the only exit. The group of forest animals realized their imprisonment and cowered in fear."
"So?" I asked. It's almost three o'clock in the morning and I have an excuse to be whiny.
"The original text stated, Snow White's forest friends leapt, flew, and skittered through the forest to warn the seven dwarves of the evil queen Mira's trickery. Someone has been changing the stories. And we haven't obtained that kind of power in eighteen years."
"We?"
"Our side," she vaguely explained.
"Side? With all due respect, I'm not sure I understand exactly what you mean?"
"Have you noticed any drastic changes in your figure?"
"I asked you a question, and you're asking me about my physique?!"
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Heir .:Disney Fic:.
ФанфикAddy was a writer. One way before her time. Words flowed from her pen like Ink from an octopus. Addy believed she was of no importance. In fact, she preferred isolation. Until one day, that is. One day that would change the fate of a World. And on t...
