The knife never made contact. The Queen chose that exact moment to stand from her throne and walk toward the far wall of the Throne Room, and Anastasia's blade connected with air.
In some ways, she was completely angry. In others, she was relieved. Anastasia returned the blade to the fold in her tunic and peeked above the throne's armrest to see what the Evil Queen was doing.
The Queen stalked over to a huge circular mirror on the wall and stood in front of it, hands on her hips.
How vain, Anastasia thought bitterly. So self-centered.
And then the Evil Queen spoke. "Slave in the Magic Mirror, come from the farthest space, through wind and darkness I summon thee. Speak! Let me see thy face."
Anastasia almost laughed out loud. Now the Queen thought that her reflection was magical?
But suddenly Anastasia heard the crackle of flames and a male face appeared in the mirror. She stumbled back, afraid, but quickly peeked over the throne's armrest again.
"What wouldst thou know, my Queen?" The mirror demanded in a nasally voice.
"Magic Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?"
"Thou, O Queen, are the fairest of all."
The Evil Queen let out a satisfied sigh and stalked back to her throne. Sensing a nearby presence, she peered over the side of the throne. But no one was there.
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Ehrhart
General FictionAnastasia is the daughter of the Evil Queen's feared huntsman. One day she goes to the well to get water for the palace stablehands and meets a beautiful maiden known as Snow White. The adventure that follows introduces the huntsman's daughter to ne...
