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".


25. Torn



After a minute of living Hell, Ravenna had made her decision. Snow White was sprawled before her, with servants desperately trying to stop the white froth slowly forthcoming from her mouth. She was gagging, trying to get air. It was a horrid sight. The conclusion was clear. The same guilt from before, when Ravenna ran through the forest trying to save a soul, overcame her and she ran out of there. Away from every mistake she had ever made, and into the arms of peace. Her goal was not far away. She could make most of this okay again. If she was just quick enough. Her green gown embedded with pearls and studs, ran all the way down to her ankles and with her rushing through the fancy halls, her foot got caught in the majestic dress and she hopelessly fell to the ground. Her head was hurt on the impact, hitting the hard marble floor with a thud. Delusional Ravenna tried to stand up. Her head began to swirl, and before her eyes she saw bright stars. Her hands scrambled after something, anything to grab for support. Instead she found nothing. With trouble she finally got to her knee’s and at that moment a servant came running.

“Oh my dear Queen, what happened?” Her name was Irene. She had been serving for a couple of years. Ravenna could barely see the blonde woman, towering over her, her small petite figure standing in a very worrying pose. She bent over and put the Queen’s hand in her own. Ravenna didn’t understand what was going on. She had hit her head hard. Her eyes slowly fluttered shut, but snapped open when a force hit her on the cheek.

“I’m sorry but you cannot fall asleep. You’ve hit your head, and you must stay awake, or else you may not wake up!” Irene sounded very worried, which she was since blood was trickling from Ravenna’s forehead. The drops of crimson red landed on the marble floor, which was a sight that did not match the environment. Ravenna could feel her mind slipping away to a place of peace. Even just a few hours away from her life and problems would help so much, but unluckily for her, Irene lifted her away from the peaceful Heaven.

“Help! Help, someone we need to get her into recovery!” She yelled, and it echoed through the empty halls. The loud sound tore through the Queens ears and she lifted her vacant hand to cover it.

“Yes, you’re moving, you’ll be all right!” Irene said with joy. Ravenna tried to move, but her forehead felt like it was exploding, and if she stood up, she knew she would feint.

“Antidote.” Was the word the Queen whispered, her voice frail. And icy chill went down Irene’s back. Antidote? Did this mean… Snow White! Irene looked into the Queen’s eyes and saw the sorrow behind them. It was her who tried to kill Snow White, and she was the reason Snow White was dying. But now the Queen wanted her to save Snow White? Many questions flew through Irene’s mind just by hearing this one word.

Ravenna knew she could not complete the task herself so she said barely audible; “In the cupboard. The blue bottle. Give it to Snow White immediate-…” her eyes fluttered shut and Irene did not know what to do. No one was around and if she did not act quickly, both of them would die.

How could she choose?

Snow White a fellow servant, or the very Queen of Vercorin?

- End of chapter sixteen

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