Free Snow White Blood Red by Cameron Jace Page B

Diaries Prequel
     
    as told by
    the Snow White Queen
     
    Have you ever wondered why I was called the Evil Queen and never had a real name? Do you know that truth only comes with names, and that you only hold power over those you know of their true names?
    I have always wondered why you never asked about my name. Was I so superficial to you? So stereotypical and mundane? Why did you treat me as if I were just the monster of the week?
    You know what I think? You never had the time to really hate me. You wanted to hate me long before you even met me. You wanted to scrape my existence and avenge your childhood princess by laying all blame on me.
    What if they didn’t call me the Evil Queen, what if the story was told from my point of view instead of hers, would you ever think of me as an angel? Could I ever make you care about me? Would you ever think that you could have been me?
    I know that deep inside of you, in the very core of your heart – and I know a lot about hearts –, you adore me. You’re just scared like the others, afraid to admit how much you love the Snow White Queen.
    But I don’t need your love, because I am loved by the greatest and most majestic heart in the world.
    Mine.
    The last time I had a little chat with me in the mirror, I decided I should uncover the snow burying the truth of the tale. If she managed to fool the world for two hundred years, it was time for me to splay some sunshine onto the fairylands and melt the snow white lies to uncover the truth. Not everything that is white is pure and not every girl that is young and beautiful is not a monster.
    In the coming few pages, I intend to clear a couple of misunderstandings …
    There is a common lie that I am not her mother; that I am just some loony, jealous, and insecure stepmother who deceived a king into marrying her so she can share the throne and become queen. A queen obsessed with her long-gone beauty, being jealous of a young giddy and helpless brat. To be honest – and honesty is not my fairest charm –, I might have been worse. A lot worse. I might have danced with mischievous faeries too near to the dark side of the moon. I might have ushered young butterflies to the deceiving light of fire. I might have slaughtered and slithered, tortured and burned, laced and suffocated, combed and killed, poisoned tongues, ripped out hearts, and ate blood-apples topped with chocolate syrup and fluid milk. But you know what? I am not even half the evil that she is made of. Beautiful evil.
    If I were not her mother, why do you think the Brothers Grimm altered the version of the tale between 1812 and 1857? In the first version of the so-called fairy tale, they addressed me as her mother, but fifty-five years later, the two German brothers changed my character to a stepmother. I know you’d call me a liar but why don’t you do yourself a favor and reread the books of history before you stone me to death and spit fire like dragons at the my majesty.
    And, oh lord, then came out the Disney version of the tale, and they made a stereotypical puppet out of me; a villain who is evil for the sake of being evil, without soul, needs, or motives.
    Did you know that the scene where I transform into that ugly witch was based on Nosferatu , the oldest vampire in German cinema?
    I won’t waste my time with that fact right now – you’re not ready for the truth.
    At least, the Brothers Grimm claimed that changing my character into a stepmother was to tone down the dark and violent tale. As much as I didn’t like it, I agreed with them. I understand why they altered and forged the Snow White tale. It had to be done for saving the world.
    Still, the thought always crossed my mind:
    If I swore on Books of Sand and Mirrors of pure enchanting light, would you believe me? Will you at least try to understand why I did what I did?
    -- Which is not what you think I did.
    Before I tell you about her and what she really is, let me tell you about the last time I met