“She lives?!”, my step-mother wasn’t overjoyed when she found out I survived. “How did she survive?!”, she shouted towards the magic mirror. “Well, I can show you again…”, the magic mirror replied and my mother then waved her arm. “No, you insolent fool!”, she shouted back.
“Where is that foolish criotah who has failed us?”, the queen questioned Bloody Mary and Naomi Pharon, who looked to each other before staring back to the Queen of Thorns.
“He is currently occupied.”, said Mary. “Occupied how?”, the queen asked. “You have a magic mirror, don’t you?”, said Naomi Pharon and Bloody Mary smirked. “Yea, why don’t you ask it?”, Bloody Mary added and the queen couldn’t believe how childish her allies were.
“Where is your mistress?!”, the queen asked in frustration. “You know, the grown up off you two?”, the queen added and both the spell-breaker and the sorceress giggled.
“Ask the mirror?”, they both said at the same time and the queen looked over on the side in anger and frustration. “Oh, calm down, grumpy pants. All the seven dwarfs are dead.”, said Naomi.
“But not Snow White!”, the queen raised her voice and Bloody Mary just kept the same smug expression she had on her face while Naomi leaned back with a smirk on her face. “Why do you have such a bloody desire to kill her again, because she is the fairest one of all?”, asked Mary.
“No, because she is the only one left that could be a potential threat to the fairest kingdom of them all!”, the Queen of Thorns shouted back with Bloody Mary smirking at her. “And whose fault is that?”, asked Naomi Pharon and my evil step-mother was furious at that question.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong. You tried to kill her at a young age and she escaped.”, Naomi shared her own thoughts as she walked around Bloody Mary who just made an evil smile. “She appeared almost content with leaving this life behind and living the rest of her years as a peasant within the southern woodlands of Porbor and with the seven dwarfs, with her new family. It is you that has stripped all that away from her, and because of what?”, Naomi stopped moving and spread her arms, for a moment it seemed she did not know the answer herself.
“It cannot be fear, could it?”, asked Mary. “It might be. After all, it can be so overwhelming at times.”, Naomi replied. “Can it also be doubt?”, asked Mary. “Of course, there is always room for doubt.”, Naomi implied. “Could it be despair, hatred, and anger?”, asked Mary.
“Of course, Mary, but enough with the questions because after all; our queen expects us to deal with Snow White and deal with her we shall. Farewell, my queen, for we have a dark fate to greet.”, both the diabolist and the spell-breaker disappeared in a dark corridor of darkness that sent them away while the furious and angered Queen of Thorns shouted in anger.
“Magic mirror on the wall, tell me everything about Snow White and her new powers.”, the Queen of Thorns demanded and the magic mirror would while I made my way to the kingdom.
Once my wicked step-mother had discovered that I had survived, she sent the Bloodstone Tribe’s mercenaries to deal with me. They are a group loyal to Mary Bloodstone herself and I sought out the sorceress as one of the primary four that I wanted to kill for they were responsible for the death of my family. Mary Bloodstone, Naomi Pharon, Jack’ron Horner and Rose Red are the four that must die for I had seen their faces and knew they are responsible. Why Jack’ron Horner though? It is because the sorceress that accompanied him, Bloody Mary, and she seemed pretty evil to my eyes. Mojo would sit on my shoulder before the blizzard would pick up and I’d look to him with my cold eyes without saying a word. Mojo would then jump down from my shoulder and I stared into the distance as my body faded away, disintegrating into thousands of pieces. The Bloodstone Tribesman in the distance approached and in the air there were haru that were beset by a blizzard that blinded them during the flight.
“What are you showing me?!”, Rose Red questioned the mirror. “Snow White, as you wished, my queen.”, the magic mirror replied. “But all I see is snow and a blizzard.”, the queen described and then the mirror replied. “That is because she is Snow White.”, this confused the queen and how could it not because it would make no sense for a mere mortal.
The snowy blizzard then turned to that of icy hails that struck several of the flying harus. The harus felt struck by the projectiles and most of them fell downward from the skies as the queen watched in horror to what she had created only for the magic mirror to continue its explanation.
“She is a Magian…”, the magic mirror revealed and the queen didn’t quite understand magic as the most of them, and all she could see is how the haru fell down over the snow.
“She is no longer the Holo’kar Mage that Henry Foster trained her to become but rather she is what the dwarf was. In a essence, she carries on the memory of the seven dwarfs through her newfound power.”, the magic mirror explained and the queen saw the snow rise all by itself that pulled and pushed the harus deep down beneath the icy cold snow itself, drowning them.
“The water elemental that was infused with Henry latched itself upon the only living being it could find and that was Svetlana. This has caused her to become, in an essence, the living embodiment of water itself.”, the magic mirror described as my body started to reappear and form itself again from the many flakes of snow that lingered throughout the air.
There was a human on the ground, a cyberpunk, who aimed his gun as they shot at me only for a bullet to straight through my body. I stepped forth, waved my hand upward and froze the target solid before my tail just turned wider and bigger that impaled through its body, breaking him into pieces. It was a magic I was familiar with when I was a holo’kar. I waved my hand and opened the palm of it that would send out shards of ice that penetrate through several targets in front of me. There was then a Bloodstone Ragna’rok mage who swung fireballs at me that I avoided and dodged repeatedly for it was the only thing that was a threat to me. I then grabbed his hand and the flame in his had extinguished as my own hand that began to heal itself using the snow that was all around me. I then raised my right fist that enlarged and punched him as he fell into the snow with him literally buried under a mound. Mojo did not do anything. He just sat there in his cat-like form and watched what I was doing, killing anyone that was in my way.
“She has inherited all the memories of Henry Foster and therefore the memories of the dwarfs that he watched die. Whenever she comes in contact with blood, she is able to look into their memories and therefore…”, the magic mirror explained before the queen cut in. “She also saw how they died as well…”, my step-mother said in realization and continued to watch me.
“Her body is now entirely composed of concentrated energy of water and primal magic. As long as remains in the cold, it will be difficult to combat her with other forms of magic for her body will keep on regenerating.”, the magic mirror described as I would grow in size with the snow beneath me and the cyberpunks tried to run away only for them to be dragged by the snow itself.
I then raised my hand and two snowy hands grabbed them as I just threw both of the cold hands away with several cyberpunks with them. I then turned and gazed into the distance. I then hurled my entire body upward and several haru yelled in terror as I struck them from the skies and dived down over the ground with them all, burying them and then emerging from the snow with a body that took on the appearance of black ice, my lips appeared pale as death and my eyes white. I opened the palm of my hand as the ice broke beneath a soldier’s feet and he ended up in the cold river. I walked over the river whose surface froze underneath me and I stared at the others that kept shooting at me only to realize it was pointless. Several of the Bloodstonians threw down their guns and began to run into the opposite direction, realizing that this battle was lost.
“I must lure her into the city…”, my mother said. “Yes, you do. Only the extreme flames and heating temperatures of Sineru will be able to potentially defeat her. The magic of Jack’ron Horner or anyone capable of wielding frost magic will not be able to help you here for Svetlana has become the cold harshness of the winter itself. Wherever she goes, winter will follow and will ascend for she is the very element of water itself. She is now only Snow White.”, the magic mirror described as my body reformed with long ebony hair, lips red as the rose and skin pale as snow.
My eyes appeared to be icy, light blue, now far more than ever. The clothing I wore was a fabric of the winter itself and consisted of primal magic that would reform whenever I would. It was a part of me as much as I was a part of it. Wherever I would go, winter followed and ascended, and when winter came it descended upon all those I wished to do harm.
“What the fuck?”, my mother then said as she spotted an unusual figure in the snow and then she couldn’t believe her eyes. “What is he doing there?!”, she couldn’t believe her eyes and neither could I. “Howdy.”, he casually said while eating plum pie and I coldly stared at him.
“You are the one who killed Henry Foster, one of my seven brothers.”, I stated to the haru.
“I am not going to deny it.”, he replied back coldly, typical of a holo’kar mage of his caliber, and he was sitting down over a frozen seat of ice while eating his plum pie. “I have killed many for my mistress and many were deserving, but you on the other hand...”, the warrior mage explained.
“The seven dwarfs didn’t deserve to die.”, I said to the haru who shrugged his shoulders. “So the rumors go. Anyone will say that their loved ones did not deserve to die and yet that is far from the truth. Everyone deserves to die, whether it is you or me….”, explained the haru.
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“So it doesn’t matter to you, even if they are innocent?”, the criotah contender then raised his head and looked at me with his cold pale eyes, and I could see he didn’t like hearing that.
He got up to stand and dropped the platter that held his pie and I could see a tag that fell down to the ground attached to it that read ‘Eat me’. He then got up to stand with mist and fog that surrounded him. He looked at me before pointing his right claw towards me.
“Innocence is an excuse.”, he said before disappearing into the mist and fog that overwhelmed him before I saw him emerging from the mist and fog, growing in size and height.
He rose up and I waved my hand as he did for my body once more disintegrated into nothingness to become a part of the harsh blizzard around me. Jack’ron Horner grew so high that he was taller than the city of Sineru itself and he raised his head high with his arms spread apart. When he rose up, he carried with him many particles of razor sharp ice that surrounded him. He began to look around and laugh like a psychopath before placing both of his hands together that would surround themselves with frost magic in the center that spread across his hands that turned them into very razor sharp claws of ice. He then waved his arms over each other that began to get surrounded by frost magic that imbued him with a barrier of ice and I stepped out of the mist, prepared to confront him and looked to him coldly and without fear as Mojo ran for many shards of ice landed down to the ground. The entire field that surrounded Sineru City was nearly devoid of snow for we absorbed all of it to fuel our powers and the Queen of Thorns smiled.
“That criotah is not so foolish after all.”, she stated. “Of course not, this was their plan all along.”, this confused my step-mother, who wondered what the magic mirror meant by that.
Jack’ron and I then looked at each other before he would raise his arms to the skies. The palm of his hands opened and radiated with arcane magic that caused several pieces of stone to be raised up into the air as he held a menacing smile on his face.
“All shall tend to my will, arcane magic is mine to control!”, he hurled the stones towards me and I dodged one only to be struck by another as I turned around only to fall downward.
My hand struck the snow and began to absorb it to heal from the injury he inflicted to my body. He then ran forward and grabbed me around my neck that he twisted only for my head to turn but it couldn’t break since I was a being of water. He was then disturbed by the sight he saw before I turned and waved my arm that I smacked into his face injured his right eye. He turned around and I hurled shards of ice at him before he suddenly threw what appeared to be large pies that struck the ice. In my confusion, I watched as a giant conjured plum pie destroyed the icicles and I stepped aside only to see it fly by. There were a few soldiers on the ground and they were of Bloodstone Tribe that was struck by the pie which in turn destroyed their cannons. I then looked around to realize there were Bloodstonians all around me who prepared to assist their boss with cannons of molten flame. I then turned only to get punched in the face and half of my face nearly deteriorated but quickly came back to reform my structure. I then grabbed his fist and went to punch him only for him to grab my hand and kick me backwards as I struck Sineru City with my back that shook it. My step-mother could feel the entire city shake and she couldn’t believe it was all real as I watched the Bloodstonians fire their cannons. I then waved arcane magic and redirected the projectile with my magic while I kicked another projectile. Jack’ron dodged one projectile but did not see the other I had redirected that struck him in his back. He then flew forward and I fell down over the ground due to my foot being injured. The criotah fell down to the ground and with his hands he raised a blade of ice from the snow. He then turned only to be met by my arm of ice that I shape-shifted like a blade and my step-mother’s jaw dropped after what she had seen. I then waved my other arm that turned out to be a blade as well and cut his chest as he stepped back while he bled and my foot reformed.
“Pain is weakness leaving the body. Yours left your body when the elves threw you in that river.”, he said to me and I got up to stand as the cannons shifted to aim to my position. “Which is why I am going to enjoy this.”, he then conjured a pie in his right claw while holding his icy blade with the other as I carefully listened to the sound of the cannon fuses lighting.
He threw the pie and I shifted to my right to avoid him. He thrust his blade out and I grabbed it with my right hand. The cannons fired and I kicked him right between his legs as I could see his eyes widen in pain. I then punched him and I disintegrated in front of him as he fell forward. The several cannons then opened fire as he fell in my place and got shot from every direction. My body then re-appeared and reformed behind him as I turned both of my fists to ice that I smacked him over the head against in order for him to fall down into the snow. The warrior then got up and threw a pie into my face that blinded me only momentarily. He thrust his blade forth and I grabbed it before it froze into black ice and then he proceeded to head butt me. I nearly fell down and took a few steps back as a few tribesmen then abandoned their posts as I crushed a cannon and the platform that lied on top of it. They immediately took aim with the cannons and Jack’ron kept thrusting his blade. I kept shifting left and right. I even let myself fall down as he swung it above me and I punched him right between his legs again that caused him to fall down on one knee. I could see he was clearly hurting and he shook his head as I heard the cannons fire. I immediately waved two of my hands and the arcane magic forced the projectiles away from me with one striking the city, one hitting Jack’ron in his back and forced him to fall and a third struck me that broke my leg in two. Jack’ron, seeing this, grabbed his blade and thrust it downward to my head and I reached for it, grabbing it with both of my hands.
“Reload, reload!”, the Bloodstone Tribesman saw it was somewhat affective and not affective.
“Quickly now, or the boss will have our hides!”, the snow and ice absorbed into my leg, and Jack’ron swung his head forth to hit me that blinded me.
He then pushed me down and kicked me forth as he channeled his blade with arcane magic. He did this in order to finally be able to strike me down and drain me of my powers just like he did Henry Foster. I was blind, but my elven tail was the surprise for I hadn’t utilized it and now I finally did as its mouth thrust itself forth and bit him between his legs with my ears listening.
“Fuck!”, Jack’ron yelled in pain and several of the Bloodstone Tribesmen clenched their teeth as they realized it must have been very painful, but then they lit the fuse in their cannons.
I then got up while still being blind and he thrust the blade downward to strike me down only for me to grab it. My face reformed and I looked very angry into his eyes before I punched him so hard in the chest that he nearly lost all air. He dropped the blade and I disintegrated in front of him in many particles. The cannons fired and he fell slightly forth as most of the projectiles hit him from all directions. This forced him to cover himself and also feel immense pain as he dropped the blade of ice enchanted by arcane magic that I reached for. I grabbed its handle and then I thrust the blade in his chest. I held the blade steady and then let go of it as he stared at it. He then raised his head and smirked before he grabbed hold of its handle. He started to get smaller and revert slowly to his ordinary size as my step-mother was astonished but also very disappointed, concerned for his wound. One cannon then fired and struck my shoulder as I then disintegrated yet again with the snow itself rising as my body flew forth like a snowstorm and every single Bloodstone Tribesman was shocked once they noticed this snowstorm headed for them. They immediately started to abandon their posts as they were knocked back and their cannons rolled over their platforms that they stood on. They screamed in terror as the snowstorm kept encircling the area and throwing them all over the place. There were many who were not able to escape and that got consumed by it. All that my step-mother could see was a blizzard of mist and fog that surrounded Sineru City. She gazed closely into the mirror and she could barely see the warrior that stood on his knees. I appeared before him in my ordinary size and height, and in his ordinary form he was twice as tall then I was like most haru were. He was a criotah who lost his wings a long time ago and a dragonsworn, but sworn to something else rather than his empire. I gazed upon the contender, the warrior magi of ice and frost who realized his battle was lost and I wondered if he was content with that, but at the same time I found that I did not care…
“That was for Henry Foster and the other dwarfs you and your kind killed.”, I said to Jack’ron, who remained on his knees as he coughed blood from his mouth and I reached for him.
The moment that I got in contact with his blood I received a flashback of his memories and the first memory to appear was off an alleyway where there were many dead. There was an elf there, one who was young and holding two scythes, staring at him with a grin on her face. In that memory, he held a nazirh that humans referred to as orcs, and twisted his head. The next memory showed him placing him inside of a grinder and once I saw that he was grinded the nazirh’s body into pieces is when I got really disturbed. I allowed myself to view the nightmare a bit further and then he served the pie to the elf, now a grown up, that turned her head to face him. But she revealed her face; I saw eyes devoid of life with darkness seeping from her mouth. I then stepped back and gazed at the criotah, the warrior magi’s life was slowly leaving his body.
“I told you; I am not going to deny it.”, he said to me. “There is no point in lying to you about my true nature now, is there, Snow White?”, he looked down into the snow and his body turned icy.
“You killed all those people and baked them into pies, why?”, the contender smirked. “You ask that, you who are practically the element of water itself?”, he then reached out for my hand and grabbed it before placing it over his chest, right over the blood and a new memory appeared.
“Little Jack Horner, sat in the corner, eating his little plum pie!”, a couple of children sang around what appeared to be Jack’ron as a kid and they were haru like himself, but all had wings and they made fun out of the young dragonsworn who did not have his.
“He put in his thumb and pulled out a plumb…!”, they sang as he did exactly what the kids told him and he pulled out a plumb over his thumb before he would say: “What a good boy am I!”, and all the haru children laughed at him and one even smacked him over his head.
“Suck on your thumb, little Jack Horner, like the little baby that you are!”, they made fun out of him and he did so as they commanded as the next memory appeared him in front of a mirror.
He seemed to be crying and his thumb was purple due to the plum before he heard a knock on his door. He wiped his tears, approached the door and squeezed the handle before he opened it. When he looked forth he saw nothing and when he looked down he saw a little elf staring at him. She once again had eyes of void and mouth seeping with darkness. She carried two scythes and they were covered in blood, and in the next memory he returned to the room to find all the harus that made fun out of him dead with bloodstains seen everywhere on the walls. I then backed away again and stared at him, and I could not believe it all started out that way.
“You started to kill people because someone bullied you as a child? Oh, cry me a fucking river.”, I stated to the haru who chuckled. “That wasn’t why I started to kill people, Snow White.”, the haru said to me and I looked at him with confusion. “I started to kill them and bake them into pies for my love, the one who always cared for me. The reason I continued to do so was because I wanted each and every one of them to have a taste of who they truly are.”, he explained.
“And what is that?”, I asked. “Hypocrites.”, he said. “And one day you shall know as well that hypocrisy is their greatest virtue, innocent or not. They all deserved to die, including me. Death has no rules.”, he stated before he lowered his head down and his body entirely froze in ice.
I stood there not knowing how to feel. I knew that he was dead for when a magi dies, their bodies turn to ice and disintegrate. He, however, was half magi and half warrior. I did not wish to see more of his memories for they did not matter to me. What mattered is my vengeance…