I slept upstairs in the bed of Puss in Boots that was perfectly my size. There were two bunk beds on one side of the room and two more other bunk beds on the opposite side of the room. Mojo, the Puss in Boots, slept beside me and at my feet, and he made for an excellent foot warmer. I wondered throughout the night where Henry Foster was because he did not come to bed and I couldn’t sleep because of everything I went through. I got up from the bed silently, went down the stairs and looked around the house before walking to the window only to see Henry Foster standing in the middle of the open field. His back faced the cottage and I did not see as his eyes were closed with his face facing the forest. I wondered how he could do that…

“He’s not outside because of you.”, I turned to see Old MacDonald up the stairs. “I’m sorry if I woke you…”, Old MacDonald shook his head. “You didn’t wake me, lass, I just get up to piss every night. It comes with old age.”, the dwarf explained and I nodded my head in silence.

“It is true what I told you about him.”, said MacDonald. “You mean that he stepped into a water puddle of an elemental?”, I asked. “Aye, he has never been the same since but he has been loyal. No matter how much he sleeps, it is as if he did not sleep at all.”, described MacDonald.

“Would you like some tea, lass?”, I nodded my head. “Yes, please.”, the kettle already started to warm and heat the water before he would say. “And how about after the tea I show you around the cottage, ya?”, MacDonald asked and I smiled. “I would like that.”, I replied and we did that.

We stepped out of the cottage shortly after and both of us carried a cup of tea with our hands as Peter Piper ran past us so quick rushing towards one of the barns. It was then that I saw a barn surrounded by brambles, thorns and branches with several brambles spreading apart from the handles of the barn doors so that he may enter. Old MacDonald patted my back and Henry Foster gave me a look with his teeth showing, clearly unhappy for seeing me and I kept my head down. I then entered the barn where Peter Piper went and in awe I saw a huge garden of many fruits and vegetables all over the place. There was a large tree in the middle of the barn and the top of the tree itself had its roots spread all over the barns with them hanging back down from which many apples, pears, oranges, mandarins, watermelons and other assortments of fruits and vegetables grew from. I kept gazing around at the beauty of the farm as Peter Piper rushed around. He kept opening hands and spreading pollen all across the room while bees flew around him.

“This is beautiful!”, I shouted. “Yes, I know.”, replied Old MacDonald. “This is not our only barn, you know?”, the dwarf revealed and I looked up to him astonished. “Really?!”, I asked.

“Really, really…”, said the dwarf. “This is not our only cottage. We move, mine to mine…”, this confused me and the dwarf chuckled before he nudged his head for me to follow.

It was then that he brought me to a mine shaft where I saw Little Robin Redbreast running around and chasing Puss in Boots over a wall and up a fence before they ran up a tree. Jingleheimer was in front of the mine shaft, testing the strings of his guitar, and he was so focused that he didn’t even notice me. Poll Parrot was there and he was looking at a set of blueprints that had the entire layout of the mine. Yon Yonson carried high wooden beams he placed within the mine that served as support beams for the walls and the ceiling. Jingleheimer played his sitar and the mine cart began to move by itself with many chunks of stone that was carried out of the mine. Henry Foster raised his arms and spread his hands open that cleared the snow that was in the way of the cart as Jingleheimer continued to play his tune.

“Nory!”, called Poll Parrot. “Feed ye barn yard animals and let us see how much fancy treasure we can find!”, that was the first time I saw the dwarf being happy and then he looked down at me with a serious look that quickly turned to anger. “And take the girl with ye.”, ordered Poll Parrot.

“Come along now, girl.”, said Old MacDonald and I looked down, sad that he always wanted to get rid of me. “Don’t take him to heart, girl. He hasn’t just got quite use to you yet, is all.”, Old MacDonald explained. “Everyone has their place in the world, even you.”, he added.

“I do?”, I asked and the dwarf chuckled. “Why, of course!”, before he pointed at my tail. “Elves are natural communicators with the wild life and you happen to be an elf, right?”, the dwarf asked and I looked down uncomfortably, reaching for my tail in thought.

“I never really utilized it. My father was always skeptical off me being around animals.”, I said to the dwarf who laughed out loud before he kicked and pushed open the doors of a red barn.

I walked inside to see chickens, cows, sheep (including bighorn sheep or rams), lambs, horses, and as I entered the voice of the chickens and sheep sounded like human voices for me.

“Food, food, food, food!”, they all said in unison and I smiled, laughing. “They remind me of the city’s spoiled dogs and cats.”, I stated. “Hey!”, said the saddened Puss in Boots. “Sorry.”, I said.

“It’s okay. Puss in Boots loves food too!”, Little Robin Redbreast squeezed the cat in his arms and hugged him while I giggled while holding my fingers over my lips.

“Let me guess, they’re all calling for food?”, asked MacDonald. “Yep.”, I said. “Oh!!”, the dwarf then surprised me when he started to sing and reached for his broom. “Old MacDonald has a farm, E-I-E-I-O!”, the animals then jumped up in excitement as the shaman waved his hands.

It then lit up several totems like candle light and a cyclone carried the seeds for the chicken as well as the hay and the grass for the cows that surrounded the area. He continued to sing and the animals were very excited because of the old dwarf.

“Yay!”, they all cheered and he then handed me a broom after the cyclone pushed the dust and cobwebs in the further corners of the room. “Now help Old MacDonald clean his farm?”, said the dwarf and I laughed before I would reply. “E-I-E-I-O!”, the animals were so focused on the food and the dwarf laughed as he knew I was already happier as I could be.

“Oh, Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers!”, sang old MacDonald. “E-I-E-I-O!”, I sang back. “A peck of pickled peppers Peter Pier picked!”, the dwarf continued to sing.

“If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers; where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?”, the dwarf was astonished by how I asked that question while I sang. “Why?”, he asked.

“The guinea pigs want them!”, I sang. “No!”, the dwarf sang back in firm denial. “The pickled peppers are highly acidic and their sugar content makes it dangerous for the guinea pigs.”, Old MacDonald explained. “But not to worry lass, Old MacDonald will teach you lass!”, he sang.

“Little Robin Redbreast, sat upon a tree, up went the pussy cat and down went he!”, sang the old dwarf who pointed at them both with the barnyard doors opened. “Down came the pussy cat, away Robin ran, you can make a song out of anything!”, the dwarf explained in his song before pointing towards Jingleheimer in the distance that lowered his headphone and bobbed his head.

“John Jacob ‘Jingleheimer Schmidt. His name is my name too! Whenever we go out, the people always shout;”, the old dwarf pointed to me and I giggled. “There he goes; John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt!”, I sang as Little Robin fell down from his tree and we looked worried.

“Ya-da-da-da-da-da-da…!”, the little dwarf sang randomly as he raised his arms joyfully to the skies. “Robin, bring me my tea!”, Old MacDonald pointed up towards the cottage.

“Little Poll Parrot sat in his garret, eating toast and tea.”, then all of a sudden Peter Piper stepped in and raised his right hand’s main finger. “One day a little brown mouse jumped into the house and stole it all away!”, Peter Piper looked sad and Poll Parrot rolled his eyes.

“That’s why I shot him so that may never happen again!”, then a mouse jumped on top of the windowsill and the dwarf shouted in anger as he chased the mouse around the garret.

“My name is Yon Yonson!”, the brown dwarf sang. “I live in a cottage. I work in a lumber yard there. The people I meet as I walk down the street they say;”, he pointed his arms and hands to me and the other dwarfs. “Hello!”, sang the dwarfs. “I say;”, he sang. “Hello!”, the dwarfs sang.

“They say;”, he sang. “What’s your name?!”, the dwarfs sang. “I say; My name is Yon Yonson!”, he sang and all the dwarfs raised their hands to sing back in good cheer.

“Henry Foster went to a mine in a shower of rain; He stepped in a puddle!”, I went to sing and then all the dwarves surrounded me with Old MacDonald placing the palm of his hand over my mouth as Henry Foster then approached me with an agitated, angered look on his face.

“I stepped in a puddle, right up to my middle, and never went there again! Haha!”, all the dwarfs then sang again and I sang joyfully with them as I felt at home while Poll Parrot sighed.

He could not help it but he knew that all the dwarves would grow to accept me. He looked down at us in secret with admiration and he shook his head smiling before he would sing to himself.

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“We are doomed.”, then the mouse would jump. “Ho-Hey!”, he continued to shoot at the mouse while his sang and at this same time, back at the Kingdom of Brangomar to the East.

“Magic mirror on the wall…”, my father, distraught, spoke with the magic mirror in the trophy room. “Show me where my beloved daughter be.”, he held onto the magic carpet and little did he know that beneath the carpet was the huntsman that now served as a decorative golden statue.

The magic mirror then showed the Golden King the cottage where the Seven Dwarfs and I dwelt, and my father’s eyes widened in hope. He approached the mirror and gazed longingly at it.

“My beloved Snow White taken by dwarves?”, my father was now far more worried than ever and the magic mirror went to speak only to be cut off by my concerned father.

“Magic Mirror, provide me a map to help guide us to my beloved daughter, Snow White.”, the magic mirror did as it was instructed and displayed a map that it then conjured with magic.

One of the Spartan Warriors of Brangomar saw a scroll shine in his possession and lifted the piece of paper that he began to open only to see it was being inscribed with magic enchantments, the guide the mirror displayed was being copied and pasted upon the scroll in order to provide a map to help the guards of Brangomar to find me. The King was fascinated by the magic and amazed by what the magic mirror could truly do for even he was not aware that it could do this.

“Go!”, my father shouted. “Go and bring her back! I don’t care what it takes, just bring her home!”, the King commanded and the warriors left immediately. “Golden Guard!”, the King called and they turned to salute him. “Bring the mirror to my room!”, my father nearly fell but his servants, two maidens, reached for him and helped him to stand as they carried him away.

The Golden King would be brought to his bed by his maidens as he reached for an apple that he took and bit on as he held his chest that hurt, he waited for the mirror to be delivered to his room and he sensed something was wrong for this was no ordinary fever. The guards rode out from the kingdom on their horses with the Golden Guard androids running after them in tow. My step-mother walked into the trophy room only to see the mirror missing and the magic carpet’s tip then pointed towards a crown that suggested and implied heavily to the queen that it was the King who took the mirror away. The Queen sighed, turned around and walked away as the magic carpet then proceeded to follow after her for it was loyal to her and her only. That day I would feed the animals, wander the gardens with Peter Piper, gather fruit and vegetables in baskets, I would deliver them along with the hay inside of the house where MacDonald would instruct me on how to cook. I would learn many things that day, many things I never learned from home for I always had servants that served my every whim and needs. Poll Parrot would ring a bell while Jingleheimer approached the house and played instruments as the mage conjured many pies, puddings, and pieces of bread while Poll Parrot reached for a fried chicken in the oven that he proudly displayed upon a platter over the table. Yon Yonson threw wood into the oven to keep the fire going while Jingleheimer filled many buckets with water that he moved closely to the table with his musical tunes. All the cups, plates, forks, and spoons placed themselves over the table. Mojo, the little Puss in Boots, then suddenly transformed in front of my eyes into a taller cat figure and I was astonished to see who he really is. The cat was now my size and sat on the one of the seats that was the eight in line while I had no seat that made me sad until Yon came.

“I made this for you, lass.”, the dwarf revealed a chair he crafted for me and it had my own name inscribed upon the chair. “It has my name on it! Oh, thank you, Yon!”, I hugged the dwarf who was quite surprised and most of the dwarves seemed happy as Poll Parrot clapped his hands.

“Alright, alright, we had a good day!”, stated Poll Parrot. “And you, little Snow White, keep pulling your weight like you did today and we just might be ahead of schedule!”, explained Poll Parrot and I didn’t quite understand what he meant by that but he looked happy.

“I’ll try my best!”, I told to the dwarves that all cheered. “It seems I’ll have to make more chairs for little Snow White.”, said Yon Yonson. “Well, that is if she accompanies us to all the other cottages and mines?”, he turned his head towards Poll Parrot and all the dwarfs did too.

“Ah, what the hell.”, the black dwarf shrugged. “Since we’re stuck with her, we might as well take her places and get her acquainted. Puss!”, the dwarf pointed at the cat.

“You’re coming too! If we’re stuck with her, so are you!”, the cat nodded his head happily and just picked through the food while the others talked. “You bottomless pit of a cat!”, Poll Parrot cursed Mojo before turning to all of us around the table before he would say.

“Dig in, lads and lass, before the bloody cat eats all our food!”, all the dwarfs and myself did so gladly, and the Puss in Boots kept eating before his ear would then flicker.

His head then suddenly turned and his eyes gazed through the window before he grabbed a mug, lifted it and smacked it down several times over the table that made all the dwarfs go quiet.

“What?”, I asked and Old MacDonald placed his hand over my mouth. “We’ve got company.”, I then heard a puddle of water move through the drains in the house and Henry Foster was gone.

“Go upstairs, lass! Robin, go with her!”, Robin Redbreast grabbed me. “What’s happening?”, I asked and the red dwarf pulled me away. “Listen to me now, child, go!”, Old MacDonald pushed me away as he made sure we got up the stairs while Poll Parrot raised his rifle.

Poll Parrot leaned his back against a wall close to the door while Puss in Boots leaped through a dog/cat door designed specifically for him. I ran up to the room where I saw Robin Redbreast gesture for me to come as he stood beside a window that looked outside and I walked up there only to be unable to see anything at all on the outside. I didn’t know it back then, but my father was lying in his bed and the magic mirror showed him the location of where the Brangomar Guard surrounded the cottage along with the many members of the Golden Guard. My father started coughing in bed and my step-mother walked into the room where she saw the maids serve his every whim and needs while the Golden Guard stood silently in the room, watching them.

“My love, what are you…?”, my step-mother went to question my father. “When were you going to tell me?”, he asked and then he turned to face her with his gray, pale eyes.

“Tell you what?”, she asked and then he yelled. “Enough of your lies!”, he shouted at her in front of the servants that were startled by the Golden King. “Guards, take her away!”, my father told the Golden Guard that stood there and stared at him blankly.

“Golden Guard, take her away!”, he repeated the order loud and clear but the androids did not listen, and then the Golden Guard showed in the mirror started to attack the Spartan Warriors.

The Brangomar Guard was caught off guard as their own android began to attack them and besiege them, they began to cut them down and kill them as Henry Foster arose from the river of ice that he broke in pieces that caused many of the Golden Guards to fall down in the water. Poll Parrot kicked the door open and fired his rifle that ricocheted from one guard and then to another as the hunter then realized they were golems made out of pure gold. Jingleheimer started to play his tune and several mirror images of him appeared that all played the instrument as well with sound that confused many of the golems. It was then that Old MacDonald threw a totem outside that landed to the ground and it released a bright light before roots rose from the ground that entangled the feet of the Golden Guard. MacDonald then summoned a cyclone that caused many of the Golden Guard to be swept away and thrown around before his body then got surrounded in earth that served as his armor as he charged to punch one of the androids.

“Obey!”, shouted my father. “Obey your king!”, but the androids would not and now he knew that the extent of my step-mother’s betrayal was far worse than he could ever imagine. “Any man who must remind his subordinates that he is a King is no true King.”, said my step-mother.

“Why, Rose, why are you doing this to me, to us?”, my father asked. “All just because she is the fairest one of all?!”, he shouted at her. “Grow up!”, even with most of his strength gone.

“Yes.”, she said coldly to my father who looked at her with disbelief. “My sister arranged our marriage and when I married you, I barely even knew you. I had hoped that throughout the years we would have grown closer but we’ve only grown apart.”, she described her feelings to father while the dwarves battled the Golden Guard with the help of the Brangomar Guard.

“Robin!”, shouted Yon. “Snow White, come!”, the dwarf waved his hand and gestured for us to follow him downstairs, and so we did. “Henry, create us a path across the river!”, MacDonald ordered and Henry threw himself into the river only to raise the water that froze the Golden Guard in the air while Jingleheimer pointed the handle of his guitar towards one of the golems.

It was then that a molten flame emerged from his sitar that melted one of the androids in front of him and he made sure he holds onto that musical tune until he would entirely melt. It was then that from the forest came forth beings of nature, treants, which charged at the androids that were caught off guard as they met in combat. Peter Piper was the one who summoned them to aid us.

“Come here, girl!”, Poll Parrot called for me and I ran to him as he immediately lifted me over his back. “Hold on!”, he ran over the ice bridge created by Henry Foster.

The Golden Guard hacked through the mirror images of Jingleheimer only for them to disperse and the real musician was at the start of the bridge where he played his music that raised pieces of wood that struck several of the members of the Golden Guard. Old MacDonald summoned forth a vicious cyclone that could only now slow the Golden Guard down. Poll Parrot ran with me and the other dwarfs to the nearby mine as the icy waters then fell apart with most of the Golden Guard falling down with them.

“We were never meant to be for our marriage was a political one to keep the Twin Kingdoms of Brangomar at peace.”, my step-mother continued to explain. “A peace planned by my own sister and your beloved brother who wanted you to move on, who wanted to help you mend a broken heart that you and Svetlana never have. I know I won’t be the fairest one of all and believe me when I say that I no longer care anymore.”, she revealed to my father who could not believe what he was hearing while the Golden Guard followed us inside of the mine.

Stones fell from the ceiling, mirror images of Jingleheimer attacked them that they attacked and broke through while all my father could do is watch as the mines then caved in on the guard.

“No longer will I be with you who do not love me and no longer will I allow politics to dictate my life for the good of the Kingdoms. No longer will I try to show emotions to a man who shows no emotions back to me and no longer shall I be faithful, even to a little girl who will never be able to accept me as her mother.”, my step-mother described as she grabbed my father’s hand and when he looked down he saw his body transforming into gold due to the Midas Touch.

“Ever heard of breaking up?”, asked the King who would truly now be the ‘Golden King’ only for him to try and grab Rose Red until one of the Golden Guards grabbed to hold him down.

“I did, but it’s easier this way.”, said the Queen of Roses with a smile. “For with you and her gone, this kingdom shall be remade anew and from it shall arise a new order that will shake the very foundations of this world.”, my father’s body turned to gold as my mother explained.

“Maybe I will not be the fairest one of all, but this kingdom will be. This I vow.”, my step-mother stated before one of the human guards stepped in, saluted his Queen frightfully so.

“My queen, the Snow Queen’s army are at our very doorstep and besieging the city.”, my step-mother was delighted and my step-mother then emerged to the balcony where she saw war emerging right at her very doorstep for my father’s family came to avenge him already.