The Other Side of the Story

The normal high school student, Raven, needs to analyse the famous fairy tale of Snow White. Thinking this as easy, she soon uncovers the truth about the perfect Snow White, and realizes it is much deeper, raw and tragic than the story we all know so "well".

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11. Plans

Snow White was a manipulating she-devil. I was wondering who in their right mind had contorted the story, as if Snow White was the victim. It didn’t make sense.

Downstairs my mom and dad were having a blast so I didn’t want to disturb them. I could hear their laughter and something in me churned. I wanted that. I just didn’t know how or when. How could I find the man I would spend the rest of my life with, if I didn’t even dare open my mouth and talk?

My mind snapped back to my father. Time with him would come, but first in a month. I would just have to wait, which was something I was used to. Thoughts were floating through my head as I emptily stared at my laptop screen. My eyes finally focused and I remembered what I was doing.

I clicked ‘Next chapter’ excited to see what would happen next.

 

Once Snow White had left the office, she thought about her next move. She was so relieved the King didn’t believe Ravenna, and thought she was crazy. Her plan was to kill Rosa, at the mere age of five, but for the benefit of herself. Ravenna would be arrested because of this homicide, and Snow White could become Queen. It had been her dream all her life, ever since her childhood. She thirsted for power, and nothing could stop her, not even Ravenna.

She had become the most loyal and trustworthy servant, close to the King and Queen, so no one would suspect her. Everybody loved Snow White, with the beautiful and innocent personality. Everything about her seemed to… glow. Her hair, her skin, her lips. It was breathtaking. She wandered the halls of the palace, walking past busy workers, maids, and secretaries. The walls were pure mahogany, at its finest state, carved with patterns of every single flower. Small mirrors hung on the walls, their golden frames leaving an iridescent glow in the room. Snow White’s eyes wandered toward the small desks and bouquets that stood on the floor. Through the many windows she could see the snow falling and landing lightly on the grass. All tree’s outside were covered in the pure white flakes. The forest near the castle was slowly turning invisible, in the midst of the falling crystals. 

She was happy. Her goal was near. 

 

Meanwhile Ravenna had been taken to her room by the guards. They left her there, and almost mechanically went back to their King. On her bed, the Queen was lying down, looking into the ceiling. It was ebony, and carved with many patterns.  She studied them while shedding the tears, that symbolized her grief. One for Charles, one for her husband who had lost faith in her, and her daughter - who was at life's end. She wished she could scoop Rosa up in her arms, like a mother bird protecting her child, but Ravenna was not allowed to go near her. Not yet. But the Queen knew it would be too late if she didn't think of something she could do. Anything. 

As she lay on her bed, she weighed her options. 

- End of chapter six

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