Femme Fatale: Snow White

Prologue

Pic on the side is of Snow White

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Prologue

Snow's POV

Silence. It was the only thing that welcomed me as I walked through the trees, my feet just as quiet as the surroundings.

A lesser person would have felt intimidated by the lack of sound that normally embraced you as soon as you entered the vast forest, their ignored instincts screaming at them to run back where they came from.

But not me. I was trained for times like these, trained to know why the saying ‘Silence is Deadly’ was so accurate in its scripture.

Animals were smart. They knew when to run, when their predators were amongst them. The lack of sound from them now telling me that they had went with their instincts.

All whilst leaving me with a clue where to find my own prey.

My hands hovered over where my silver daggers were strapped to the thighs of my leather-clad legs, the hairs on the back of my neck rising – telling me that it was time.

But I continued to walk on patiently, my mentor’s gruff voice ringing in my ears; ‘eagerness and impatience, all mixed in with arrogance. The perfect concoction for a Hunter’s death’.

He didn’t raise no fool. I was the only one to memorise and live by those words.

It was one of the reasons why I always got my kill.

A snap of a twig from behind me was all the signal I needed before I launched myself in the air, doing a complete flip over the hooved half-creature.

I stuck one of many daggers in its back to gain its attention, making it roar in anguish and feed my blood-thirst.

A smirk rose on my face as it turned, my nose wrinkling in disgust as it all but growled in my face, its eyes glowing red in its anger.

I was the epitome of calm. Emotion was what got you killed; over-thinking and even rash decisions were what got you injured.

I did none of those things. I had a plan. A strategy.

And right now, as I knew this was a test, I was all for a quick kill.

After all, this creature wasn’t of the species that had offended me personally. So why waste all my tricks on just this one?

It charged at me, and I instantly jumped up so I was high enough to reach the bastard, the sweep of my sword beheading him before my feet even touched the ground.

Murmurs of appreciation rang from comrades rushing into the clearing as I stared dispassionately down at my prey, my hunger for blood not at all appeased.

To be able to go for the big hunts I needed to get through the tests.

But I would get my chance. My chance to take on the one who made me the way I was.

My name might be Snow White. But I was anything but pure.

And soon the monsters, who had taken that essence from me, would know it too.

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