Snow White, but I write it

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Once upon a wicked time, there was an evil queen who was delusional enough to think that the whole world revolved around her and her beauty. She was pretty hot, with that fair skin and wicked lips of hers, but never as hot as her daughter. 

All she wanted to be, was to be the hottest maiden in the world. And the only nuisance was her daughter whose skin was white as snow, cheeks flushed as a rose, and her lips as red as blood. Snow White, was her name. 

The wicked hot queen owned a mirror, not an ordinary one that was. She hung the magical mirror on her wall and would ask, "Magic mirror on the wall, who's the fairest one of all?"

For which the mirror would always reply, "Snow White, O queen, is the fairest of all."

The jealous queen tried everything in her power to surpass her daughter's beauty, but she never managed to. Every time she asks the same question, the mirror and the queen got tired of the same exact dialogue. 

"Magic mirror on the wall, am I hotter than my daughter?"

"No, O queen, but, beauty isn't everything. So, you have to-"

"Murderrrr." She finally came to a conclusion. She was tired of hearing this every single damn day. She had tried everything to increase her beauty; potions, spell, and even dark magic. All except getting rid of her once and for all. 

"N-No, O queen, w-what I meant was-" 

"Shush, next time I visit you, you better be ready to say 'You, O queen, is the fairest one of all'. Got it?" The wicked queen has had enough. 

"My apologies, O queen. But I can't lie." 

The queen rudely slammed her hand on the wall, like pinning the mirror to the wall, "What exactly are you implying?" she grit her teeth, "That I'm ugly?"

The mirror stuttered, "M-Maybe." 

The wicked queen almost lunged her hand at the mirror, "Say it again. I dare you."

"Y-You didn't let me finish, O queen." The mirror got ready to lie, "I-I meant, 'Maybe not,' O queen."

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR A 'Maybe not'. I WANT TO HEAR-"

"Yes, O queen. But as I have said before, I can't lie."

The queen took a deep breath, taking a step away from the traumatized mirror. The mirror let out a relieved sigh, it finally didn't need to see thy highness's face up close. That would have been horrifying for the poor mirror.

"I'll make you say it, just you wait."

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Snow White was her mother's competition when it comes to 'who's more hotter?' Her mother hated that about her. Hence, hated Snow White. Jealous of her fourteen-year-old daughter. Jealous that she had outgrew her beauty. 

Jealousy's a strong emotion, isn't it?

The only emotion to further push the wicked queen to finish off her own daughter just so she could be the hottest. If only, she had been proud of her daughter, how different would have this story been? 

And there she was, Snow White, leaning herself over the walls of the well. Staring at her own reflection on the crystal clear water below. Tired of not able to understand why her mother hates her. Tired of everything. 

Doves circled her and sat beside her on the brim of the well. Cooing cheerfully at their friend, trying to cheer her up as usual. To bring her back to her happy self she once was years ago. 

"I know what you're all doing." she sighed, turning to face the ground, "You can stop. That isn't going to help."

The cooing died down, the doves became quiet, but never left her side. Some humming birds, king fishers, and woodpeckers joined them. But no one uttered a chirp, abiding to their dear friend who was the only human they can understand and talk to. 

"Mother told me to clean the castle's steps." she yeeted a bucket in the well, the birds shattered and flew as a reaction to the sudden splash of water. "Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you all."

She pulled the rope using all her strength, but the bucket was always too heavy. The birds circled around her, this time, some squirrels joined too and gripped the rope with her. With everyone pulling on the pulley, the bucket full of water finally flew up, she caught it and placed it on the brim of well, her breathing heavy.

She wiped the stairs clean like her mother asked her to, her clothes torn, worn-out and dirty. Her mother had forced her to wear it, hoping that would degrade her beauty and hence, the mirror would say she was hotter. But, it didn't happen. 

The birds chirped while the squirrels raced up to her shoulders while she was cleaning. She loved their company. Only their company. They made her feel like she belonged which other people failed, including her own mother.

That was the only thing, that hurt her and stung her heart. 

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