The dark witch was leaning over her cauldron brewing with a bubbling potion as she counted off lizard legs when that stupid bird flew into the room. She watched it sit on its perch and start to groom itself.
She hadn't seen the bird for almost a week, not since she had last tried to kill it. Failing again to rid it from her now cheery life.
Now though, it was back and watching her. Following her when she moved with it's beady gaze.
After almost four hours the bird watched her, following her around the room and breathing down her neck until she finally turned towards it and demanded to know what it wanted.
Instead of speaking it flew the short distance to her mirror and started to tap the surface with its beak. Pecking until she started towards it.
She sent her shadows at the stupid bird, almost hitting it before it flew away from the mirror. When it was perched back on its twisted branch it cawed loudly and said,
"Fooled be you! Fooled be you! For the Fairest still be living! She hides from the witch. The witch which wants to kill. To kill the Fairest of them all!"
She laughed when she heard it's warning and pointed to the glass box holding her daughter's heart inside.
"See that you stupid bird. That is the heart of my dead daughter. You are mistaken."
The bird flapped its wings and cawed as it flew at the box. When it landed on it, it said,
"Heart of a bore! Heart of a bore! You have been fooled. This be not the heart of the Fairest! The Fairest still lives! The Fairest of them all!
Naturally the witch did not believe the bird. And to prove it wrong she stood in front of her mirror and called forth an image of her daughter. The mirror swirled with dark shadows for a moment and the witch was certain only a heart in a glass box would appear in its reflection. However, when the swirling darkness slowed and bled away it revealed a large underground cavern with a beautiful waterfall and a long log table.
It also revealed a stumpy old dwarf holding his axe up in defence. And then to the witches utter shock and anger her beautiful living daughter stepped into the picture and started talking to the dwarf holding a dagger in her pale hand. But the witch didn't care what her daughter was talking about with the dwarf. She only cared about one thing. Her daughter was ALIVE!
In a rage nobody had witnessed before the witch screamed and cursed anything and everything surrounding her castle, killing everything her dark shadowed curse came across. Then she forced her anger on the one living creature left.
Her shadows left her clawed hands in a firey black ball of sharp shadows and slammed into the bird, knocking it to the ground, holding it there.
"WHERE IS SHE! WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER!"
"Under the Seven Mountains! Under the Seven Mountains! She be hiding with the dwarves. Seven dwarves there once was. Now only one there be. One with the Fairest in the land!" The birds cries shattered something in the witch and her shadows evaporated.
The bird didn't stay and took off flying for the window as fast as it could and flew out the window before the witch screamed in unbridled fury.
She had failed in killing her daughter. But this time, she thought, this time she would get it right.
The bird was gone so she couldn't ask it for a quick solution. So she was made to search her own collection of spell books. She had to find something that would kill her daughter without the use of charm or spell as both had backfired. And she couldn't command others to do so either.
The candles lighting the room burned out twice before the witch found what she was looking for. A spell so clever that anything keeping her daughter alive wouldn't work.
That night she worked endlessly with her magic and by dawn she had in her hands the answer to her problem.
After sealing it away for later she summoned her mirror, located the dwarves hideout and used her shadow magic to cast a spell to take her there instantly. Once there she blasted the hidden stone door into a pile of smoking ash.
Her smile grew wider as she hurried down the tunnels leading to the cavern she had seen. Except when she arrived her smile disappeared as she witnessed her daughter cut into the dwarf and pull out his heart before dropping the bloodied blade into the dead dwarf beneath her and turned to face her, smiling her own wicked smile.
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Ebony White (A Snow White Tale)
Short Story(COMPLETED) What if Snow White didn't grow up in a castle? Or was born a princess? Maybe her parents were killed and she was raised by not a queen but a witch. How would her story change? Would there be a happily ever after? Think of this short sto...
