It was Snow and her heptad of little men. This infamous group was always talked about back in Humpty’s Wall, but no one had ever seen them. It was rumored that Snow, when she was in her early teens, was a well-known as a thief and a killer.

She was to be executed for her many crimes, but she escaped. She came upon a house and banged on the door, begging to be hid. Then she got mixed in with a bad crowd much worse than the one she was already in. Those nasty dwarves joined forces with her and now they’re an abominable band of bandits.

Xinexa can’t help but stare at them. The little men were all hooded so she can’t see their faces and Snow didn’t look as horrid as one might assume. Her thick raven-colored hair was wavy and tied in a low ponytail that rested in the center of her back. She had the palest skin Xinexa had ever seen, it was almost transparent. Her lips were blood red and curled up in a scowl. Her eyes were a piercing blue.

Suddenly, Snow turned her head towards the very tent Xinexa was peeking out of. She slowly twists her mouth up into a wicked grin. Making some strange hand motion to the dwarves, she stalks towards Xinexa. Panicked, Xinexa zips the tent back up and tries to wake the boys.

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“What is it?” asked Lexy, rubbing his eyes groggily.

“Help! Wake up!” she whisper-yelled.

Lexy sat up abruptly, hearing Snow’s footsteps. He turned to Mauven.

“How do we warn the others?” he asked.

Before Mauven could respond, their tent split in half. They all looked up to see Snow with the shreds of their tent caught in her claw-like, black-painted fingernails.

“I’ve got you now,” says Snow menacingly.

Xinexa is about to scream when a giggle rang out. She looks up to see that Snow was doubled over in laughter, she fell to the ground rolling around cackling as if life itself was the most hysterical thing in the world.

“U-u-um S-S-Snow w-w-why a-are you laughing?” Xinexa asks, afraid she may be going more insane than she is already rumored to be.

Snow looks at her and slowly sits up, a confused and slightly amused look on her face.

“Snow? Snow? I’m not Snow! Snow is my mom!” not-Snow said, a grin on her face.

Even though she said she isn’t Snow, Xinexa was not convinced. If she isn’t Snow, then who was she?

“Who are you then?” Xinexa asks.

“I’m Clara,” she says, placing a hand on her hip.

“Okay…um why are you here Clara” Xinexa, tries to speak with a little confidence in my voice.

Clara sighed, “I was sent to help you guys.”