Post by Lorna Clark on Jun 24, 2014 16:32:16 GMT
As I entered the cottage, I knew it was too late. She was lying there, strewn across the floor, her once pale pink skin now a sickly grey colour. Her arm was outstretched towards an apple, a single bite taken from its ruby skin, the white flesh glistening in the slowly fading sun. Still damp. Whoever had done this had been here recently.
We gathered round the body of our loved one, Snow, her name had been. She had sought refuge with us, from a cruel step-mother who thought her dead, for around a week during which we had become quite fond of her. I probably spent even less time in her company, as I was so often falling asleep, but now the shock has made me feel more wide awake than I have ever done so in my life. I can see from the looks of horror upon my co-worker's faces, that they too are sharing my pain.
Grumpy is the first to speak his mind, I could tell he would from his reddening face that twisted as his anger boiled over.
"How did this happen?!" He grabbed Happy by the collar, as though he was to blame, and began a chorus of shouting that I knew he was taking on to stop a flood of tears that, I myself, could feel approaching. "Who did this?!" Happy looked taken aback, but he stayed silent, consumed by shock and unable to mutter a single word. He simply turned his head to look at the still girl on our floor. For the rest of that day, he could not bring himself to smile. Doc was the one to step in, pulling the two apart, he pointed to the apple.
"Look." He walked over and picked up the fruit, giving it a tentative sniff. He immediately dropped it to the ground, where on impact it burst into a shower of green sparks, disappearing.
"What was that?" Sneezy asked. Doc looked up, wearing a grim face.
"Poison." the others gasped at this idea. Why would someone want to poison our lovely little Snow? It made no sense. Her mother thought she was dead, which she now had her vile wish granted, but had she worked out Snow's trick with the huntsman? "This is no ordinary poison though, this is magic. Dark, dark magic." Doc confirmed my suspicions, for Snow White's stepmother was the only weaver of dark magic known to us and no-one else had reason to harm her. There was nothing we could do. This was out of our hands. As much as we would like to take what little closure we could get, dark magic was far too dangerous, even for our eager hearts. The only thing within our power was to bury our friend.
We gathered round the body of our loved one, Snow, her name had been. She had sought refuge with us, from a cruel step-mother who thought her dead, for around a week during which we had become quite fond of her. I probably spent even less time in her company, as I was so often falling asleep, but now the shock has made me feel more wide awake than I have ever done so in my life. I can see from the looks of horror upon my co-worker's faces, that they too are sharing my pain.
Grumpy is the first to speak his mind, I could tell he would from his reddening face that twisted as his anger boiled over.
"How did this happen?!" He grabbed Happy by the collar, as though he was to blame, and began a chorus of shouting that I knew he was taking on to stop a flood of tears that, I myself, could feel approaching. "Who did this?!" Happy looked taken aback, but he stayed silent, consumed by shock and unable to mutter a single word. He simply turned his head to look at the still girl on our floor. For the rest of that day, he could not bring himself to smile. Doc was the one to step in, pulling the two apart, he pointed to the apple.
"Look." He walked over and picked up the fruit, giving it a tentative sniff. He immediately dropped it to the ground, where on impact it burst into a shower of green sparks, disappearing.
"What was that?" Sneezy asked. Doc looked up, wearing a grim face.
"Poison." the others gasped at this idea. Why would someone want to poison our lovely little Snow? It made no sense. Her mother thought she was dead, which she now had her vile wish granted, but had she worked out Snow's trick with the huntsman? "This is no ordinary poison though, this is magic. Dark, dark magic." Doc confirmed my suspicions, for Snow White's stepmother was the only weaver of dark magic known to us and no-one else had reason to harm her. There was nothing we could do. This was out of our hands. As much as we would like to take what little closure we could get, dark magic was far too dangerous, even for our eager hearts. The only thing within our power was to bury our friend.
