Evil Isn't Born It's Made, But So Is Good- A short story

My name is Victoria Maria Reina Isabella Mills, and this is my story, but it doesn't start with me. No, it starts long before I was even born. This story begins with my mother, and it begins with my step-sister, a girl many famously know as Snow White. She had hair the color of coal, lips as red as the reddest apple on the tree, eyes the color of the deepest greenest emerald, and skin as fair as snow. As you may know, she was the only child born to Queen Erika and King Richard of the White kingdom. The young princess was given the name Snow after the color of her fair complexion: Snow White.

Living in the land without magic you probably have an image in your head of the Disney Snow White, but Disney was wrong about most of the story. Yes, the Evil Queen was Snow White's stepmother and yes, the queen fed Snow White a poisoned apple, but there is so much more to their story. How the queen was forced to use magic against her will, or how she saved Snow's life, or how Snow White was quick to betray her new mother. I could go on forever about what Disney got wrong about my home; Mist Wood, but is entirely a different story.

When I was a child my mother would tell me stories. Stories of her childhood, and of Snow's. I feel like I know my step-sister, both the good and the bad. Snow as a child wasn't sweet and kind, she was a brat, a spoiled princess. My mother told me of the many tantrums Snow threw when she didn't immediately get her way. She adored her parents. Her mother was kind and corrected her daughter when she acted spoiled. The king loved his daughter very much and doted on the girl. Snow White had this picturesque life and family for only a short period of time.

On Snow's fifth birthday there was a grand party. Every royal from across the land got invited, but no one saw the vial of poison. No one saw the vial's contents dumped on an apple, no one saw the apple appear before Queen Erika, but everyone saw her take a bite, and everyone saw her faint. Many believed the queen to have been poisoned. The Queen was dead before the sun rose the next day. The king and his young Princess grieved. The sorrowed king banned apples from the kingdom afraid his precious daughter would be targeted next. Anyone caught in possession of an apple was beheaded and their family was exiled. It was a few years later that the king remarried a woman just barely an adult. That woman was my mother Regina Mills.

Regina grew up very different from Snow. She grew up in fear of her mother who controlled her daughter best she could. Katherine Mills used magic even against her own daughter because as far as her mother was concerned Regina was only an extension of her own life. Therefore, if Regina did something that was disliked by Katherine the girl would feel the wrath of her mother.

When she crossed paths with Snow, Regina was an eighteen-year-old girl afraid of her own shadow. At the very moment when the two paths crossed, Regina was hiding from her mother just outside her family's manor under a large oak tree. A horse ran passed Regina, it's rider a little girl with her foot caught in the stirrup screaming for help and dear life. Regina forgetting her mother, got on her own horse and rode after the girl pulling the small child onto her horse, saving the child's life.

Snow's father King Richard was so grateful he proposed to eighteen-year-old Regina Mills. Regina never had a chance to deny the offer because her mother answered for her confirming that her daughter would marry the man who was nearly twenty years her senior.

Snow quickly seemed to warm up to the young woman and she confided in her about what she remembered about her mother. It was clear that Snow loved her birth mother and she very much expected Regina to be exactly like her.

"You seem to really love her, darling," Regina says kindly to the young princess.

Snow smiled, "I do. I love her so, so much."

"Did you know that love is magic?"

"It is?" Snow asked confusion crossing the young girl's face.