Inside the Apple

I bet you though my story had ended, that my handsome prince had saved me and i'd live happily ever after but now I'm back and the poisoned apple isn't the only thing you need to fear. Oh how rude I am, I haven't even introduced myself. Well, remember the girl with the song as beautiful as the birds, the hair as black as the raven, the lips as red as the rose and of course, the skin as pure as the snow? That's me or should I say, that was her. No, I am not the princess Snow White but the devil herself Arabella Malificent hidden behind the sweet smile of the princess. Yes, what the old hag didn't know when she concocted that apple was that she had trapped the ghost of me in the fruit that ended the young girls life. I still smile when I recall the explosion of power I felt when I entered her body, I could feel the suddern burst of life inside of me. My new eyes fluttered open and I was ready to have my revenge on this wretched world. But what greeted me was the prince. Ah, the prophecy has come true, I thought. Was this not the childhood dream of many young girls full of hope? To be awoken by their handome prince on a white horse and to ride off into the sunset but not me, even from a young age I knew that would never be enough, I wanted power, I wanted people to fear me, have a chill run down their spine when they hear the name Malificent. Now, I had that chance but I knew I had to keep in character, my success depended on it. I had to stop myself from vomiting as his lips met mine. Why would anybody want this? I barely know this man, however I am willing to do anything to get the power I deserve. "My prince" I smiled a sickly smile.