Ebony White (A Snow White Tale)

A Beautiful Evil in Disguise

The apple turned end over end as it headed for Ebony's head. But it never made contact because her white misty magic took hold of the apple midair and turned it into a puff of white and black smoke.

Ebony watched with a bored expression as her mother clutched her rotting throat and continued to die.

She had known the apple was poisoned as soon as she had seen her mother pull out the apple. Only because she had read the same spell herself years ago in the same spell book her mother had used to craft the spell. The spell for the poisoned apple pie had also come from the same spell book for poisoning treats.

Although Ebony hadn't known for long that a spell her birth mother casted on her with her dying breath would protect for from any outside harm. But it didn't keep her protected if Ebony were to harm herself. So the poisoned apple would have worked, except her mother had been predictable. For her mothers specialty was poisoned and cursed food and objects, like the dress, the comb and the apple.

Ebony knelt down beside the dying witch, her mother's eyes bloodshot and wide with knowing fear. And as clear as crystal was the question her mother wanted to ask. How had she taken a bite from the wrong side of the apple when she was certain she had eaten from the bitter side?

   "Oh mother. It was the crow who helped me. When he flew in and knocked it from your hand, he distracted you long enough so I could cast an illusion spell on the apple. What you thought was the safe side was actually the poisoned side. I knew you had come to kill me. So I tricked you into killing yourself. You ate the very spell that was intended to kill me. I told you, you didn't know what magic I had flowing through me. You never did." And Ebony watched as her mother died, as her shadow magic left her corpse and flew into Ebony.

Then, with both the shadow and mist magic she contained with herself, she burned the witches body. When there was nothing left but ash and a few pieces of purple fabric left, Ebony turned to the dead dwarf and remembered what he had done to all his friends. She hated the dwarves but had respected them when they built coffins for each dead dwarf.

With her magic she sent the shadows and white mist deeper into the mountain and pulled back red Harper and onyx jewels. With the gems she crafted a coffin for the dwarf and once he was placed inside Ebony used her magic to carry the coffin into the tunnels until she came across the cave that held the other six dwarves.

After placing the last dwarf into the cave she admired her work, cast a spell to preserve the dead bodies and then sealed the cave up tight so nobody would ever know it existed except her.

The crow was slowly inching itself back together when Ebony walked out of the tunnels. She did slightly hate the crow, but it was useful and beautiful in its own way. A flick of her wrist had it's healing magic sped up. When the crow was whole again it cawed proudly into the cavern and said in a singing voice,
   "The Fairest one of ALL! The Fairest one of ALL! Ebony be the strongest and fairest. She tricked the witch. She tricked the dwarves. Ebony White be the Blood Witch. All hail the evilest of them all!" That had a nice ring to it, she thought.

From that day on Ebony wasn't known as a princess, a daughter of a witch or a dwarves bride. She was known as the Blood Witch that lived under the dark mountain where she became the most powerful and feared witch in all the known lands. With her mother's magical mirror and the truth telling crow she ruled over everyone and everything that lived in her dark forest until the end of days.

The End.