The deity of fate, the goddess who was tasked to weave destinies for the myriad of mortal worlds the heaven was in charge of, finally had to undergo her own tribulation.
She had a new deputy, hence she could go and play - I mean, undergo her tribula...
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Once upon a time, in a realm far far away, there was a Dukedom of Malus.
There was an apple farmer in this Dukedom, and he had two beautiful daughters. The twins, though exquisite in each their own way, still had a marked difference between their physical features.
No one knew who was the older and the younger one, but each one was distinct from the other.
The farmer's neighbors would visit him daily to see the two beautiful daughters. Even villagers from nearby townships would travel to his farm in a bid to see the rumor. Everyone agreed that farmer Snow's daughters were blessed by the gods:
One daughter had a lithe physique, hair as dark as the night, and brows as soft as the weeping willow. Her eyes were like a pair of unadulterated prized obsidian that could easily hook one's soul, yet her facial features were kind and gentle.
The other daughter had budding physical features that would entice countless men. Her hair was the opposite of her sister; tresses of flawless silver. Her eyes were the purest and lightest of blue, as if a pair of diamonds reflected the sky color. Her facial features and her light eyes caused her to look indifferent, yet one could not deny her captivating allure.
Both girls had pale skin as smooth as silk, reminding people of beautiful snowscapes painted by famous artists in the Kingdom. As the Kingdom was blessed with warm weather all year round, winter and snow were but a fairytale for the Kingdom's citizens.
Both girls' names were attributed to their lustrous skin color, as well as the faint snowflake-like shaped birthmark on their foreheads. Both had plump lips, that looked as juicy as the sweetest of apples, and as red as the color of blood. At fourteen years old, they were easily the most beautiful women in the whole Kingdom.
In the Dukedom of Malus, at farmer Snow's apple farm, people once again congregated outside the tall fences he had erected ever since his two daughters reached puberty.
"Jon, won't you let us see your daughters? I could not sleep last night, because Snow and Frost did not grace my eyesight with their presence yesterday!"
"Wait, that is White! O', how beautiful her hair is, how moist those pair of lips look!"
"I want Frost to be my god-daughter! No, better, my concubine. I am rich enough to maintain her beauty, and those bountiful curves... . No, even better, I shall divorce my wife and propose a marriage to Jon for his beautiful daughter, Frost."
The wolves kept hustling from behind the fence, yet they could not come any closer, lest farmer Snow would happily blast some holes in their bodies with his shotgun.
White Snow and Frost Snow maintained their silence, mundanely helping their father pick apples. While White Snow was indifferent to the rude remarks from the old and young men alike, Frost Snow was feeling utterly indignant while she looked at the man she had to call her father in this lifetime.
Mindlessly fixing some loose silver strand off her forehead, she recounted the memories and her life script.
That was correct, she knew her life script - this so called fate. When she just celebrated her fourteenth birthday, she gained some sort of enlightenment. She remembered her past lives, her miseries, her sacrifices. She also knew, innately, what she must do in this life, so she could gain her reward when everything was done properly.
What kind of reward? She did not know, but she only knew that she would attain this reward only if she continued to live by the world's script. And she knew the script.
But none of that was important at the moment. First of all, she hated her name.
Frost Snow.
After living through forty five lives as dispensable cannon fodders and villains, this was the first time she was granted such an idiotic sounding name. Gritting her teeth as she maintained her current character's personality, she reached her hand to accept the apples that her father had just passed to her.
"I am Frost Snow. Frost Snow is me." She chanted inside her heart. She had lived as Frost Snow since her birth in this life, therefore this life was definitely her intended reincarnation. Yet, she was only made aware of her past memories and her mission when she turned fourteen. Which means soon, the mission would start, and she had to perfectly accomplish it.
"Don't be troubled, Frost," farmer Snow said from the top of the tree, "Those men will not be able to lay their dirty paws on the both of you as long as I live!"
Frost Snow wanted to cry, "You know nothing, Jon Snow!!!"
And the cry was absolutely not because of her grief because in her latest life, she had died before George R.R. Martin finished his famous books. Of course she had watched the serial adaptation, spanning over eight seasons, which was only possible because she kept delaying her death for a number of years to finish the series. Her rage over the ending actually served as her boon to push her to accomplish her task in her last life.
Anyway, she digressed. The problem now was, farmer Jon Snow would die soon. There was no other way, because the mission had to start.
As if on cue, a rotten apple fell off its stalk, making its gravitational trip onto Jon Snow's face. In his effort to evade the maggot-infested apple, Jon Snow's feet slipped off the tall ladder he was on, successfully sending him falling head first to the ground.
Frost Snow did not know which was louder: the sound of Jon's neck breaking, or White Snow's shriek of terror that almost busted her eardrums.
"Ah... I haven't heard a banshee-like scream for such a long time... . That was my twenty-third world when I lived as one... ."
But Frost Snow knew she also had to scream along. After all, she was supposed to be frightened of her father's sudden fall and death.
Both White and Frost's screams echoed through the farm, the Dukedom, and even the entire Kingdom.
The men outside their farm's gate lost their hearing that day.
And thus, Frost Snow's journey as the villain, began.
