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".


8. Third Chapter

That couldn't be true. That's really what happened? I found myself believing every word even though it was so absurd. Okay, I knew it was probably made up, but it would be so cool if fairytales weren’t what they looked like. I had to know the truth. I had to keep going. But of course my stomach started rumbling. I hadn’t even noticed how hungry I was. I ran down into the kitchen, heated up some pasta in the microwave, and ran up the stairs, nearly tripping. Sitting down, bowl in hand, satisfied, I pressed "Next chapter".

Ravenna was feeling inhuman, like her soul had left her body. Her son was dead, and she was accused of being the responsible for it. She was still standing by the flower bed, just staring at the dying plants, their heads bending as if they were sad.

As if in a trance she poured the still full bottle of serum into the ground, just like planned. When the last drops melted into the hole she had dug, close by the plants she walked towards the castle.

Once she was inside she returned to the cabinet to put it into its place again. What she didn’t know, was that the King was watching her, whilst she was shuffling around inside the cabinet. This scared him. James thought back to what Snow White had said.

“…once you’re gone, guess who will control the Kingdom?”

Ravenna would. The thought sent a cold drip of sweat down his back. Silently he walked back to his office.

The funeral was held a couple of days later. The shock had seemed to settle, but both the King and Queen were still haunted by misery. Nothing had been proven yet, but they slept in different rooms.

The atmosphere in the castle and village was somewhat... deprived. It had none of the usual happiness. It seemed as if everyone was holding their breaths. Nobody knew who had killed the innocent child, but the deed was something that had shaken the Kingdom to its core. Ravenna found herself followed by security, until they found further evidence. James did everything in his will to stop her from attending the funeral since she was the cause of it. But Ravenna would not miss the burial and final goodbye to her son. 

It would be held in the Church of Vercorin at sunset. The flowers around the white marble casket were set in different bouquets, all displaying different colors. Orange, green, blue, purple and pale pink. Around the burial site stood many people. Nearly all the villagers had showed up, and it was mandatory for the staff in the castle to attend. Nearly everyone felt a sting in their eyes, some were crying, as the casket was lowered into the ground, and the priest said some final parting words. Snow began to fall leaving an orange glow from the sun, shining upon the graveyard. 


At the reception Ravenna was eating the h'oedouves, freshly baked in the kitchen, as she was being watched. She felt like she was in a prison, as if someone had stolen her happiness and her freedom. She wanted it to end, but she knew her husband would never trust her again. They had been avoiding each other, but that was because she was not allowed to go near him anymore. 

When Ravenna had had enough of the sadness, she decided to take a stroll through her beautiful, untouched garden. Her black shawl was draped around her shoulders, as she stepped onto the snow filled path. The Queen felt the cold snowflakes touch her skin, as something touched her shoulder, frightening her. 

She spun around and faced the last person she expected to see.

Snow White. 


- End of chapter three.

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