Free Zombie Kids Books : Blood Red (from Snow White) - Fables of the Undead ( zombie books fiction,zombie books for kids,zombie books for kids) (zombie books for kids - Fables of the Undead Book 3) by Dina T Seth Page A
Authors: Dina T Seth
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is more fair than thee!”
So it was every day for years, until one morning when the sun had just risen, and the Queen was disrobing for her servants to bathe her. Absently she asked again: “Who is the fairest of them all?”
She had not expected the reply:
“My Queen, you know my words are true: Snow White is more fair than you!”
“What!?” Bathwater splashed across the room as the Queen rose suddenly, scattering her maidens. She strode angrily towards the glass-imprisoned Sorcerer. “What do you mean by this? Speak!”
The Sorcerer had long ago ceased to be intimidated by the Queen. His imprisonment was permanent, but it also meant that he could not be harmed for as long as he was trapped in the fractal sub-space within the reflections. She would have to free him first, and in that second he would make his escape. Knowing this, he always spoke bluntly, regardless of the spell which forced him to tell the truth in all times. In this way he could torment his gaoler whilst complying with her magical imperative.
“There is a girl, my Queen, of but sixteen years. She is the orphaned child of a seamstress and a sailor, and happens to work in the orchards of your own castle. Bad luck, to have been surpassed by such a frail thing.”
“Bad luck! I’ll shatter you into a thousand pieces! Show me her face, this face that is more beautiful than mine!”
The Sorcerer obliged. In the misty mirror came a distant image of a girl, dark-haired and lovely, with pinched cheeks and slender figure. She was only a slip of a girl, but strikingly beautiful. She turned heads with every corner she turned. The Queen had to admit it: this girl, called Snow White, was more fair than she!
Furious, the Queen summoned her most trusted guardsman to the throne room. She told him to haul the young girl into the woods and execute her.
“Kill Snow White! You must make it look like an accident!” she shrieked.
“But, she’s only a girl, Your Majesty … Perhaps—”
“Do as I say! And bring me her heart, as proof!”
The guardsman left, uncertain about his duty … but still, that evening he returned to the Queen with a small, bloodied heart in a wooden box. The Queen was delighted. She had long ago forgotten what it meant to love.
That very evening she put the wooden box into a fire and watched it burn away. For a moment, the heart was visible amongst the cinders before it was cooked like old meat, and shrivelled into a charred knot. Delirious with happiness, the Queen danced into her underground den of magickry and asked of the Sorcerer in the mirror, “Who is fairest of them all now?”
And the Sorcerer had replied: “My Queen … I don’t like to make you blue, but Snow White is still more fair than you!”
Within hours, she had her ‘trusted’ guardsman publically drawn and quartered for disobedience, and buried with the burnt remains of the fraudulent pig’s heart stuffed into his mouth. He had been soft, and must have allowed the girl to escape into the Deep Forest…
And so the Queen now asked of the Sorcerer: “Mirror, Mirror, like no other: how can I make poor Snow White suffer?”
TWO DAYS AGO:
The wicked Witch Queen, disguised as an old woman, found Snow White’s cottage in the Deep Forest, where she had escaped from the guardsman and been taken in by seven untidy little men, who gave her room and board in exchange for cleaning and other services. The Queen tricked the girl into taking a bite of a magical poisoned apple…
ONE DAY AGO:
Seven little men, unable to bear the thought of their darling Snow White buried in the unforgiving Earth, built her a coffin made out of gold and glass. They surrounded her with fresh flowers, and placed the coffin in a sacred grove within the forest, where they would visit every day. Within the glass coffin she seemed perfect, beautiful … Hardly dead at
So it was every day for years, until one morning when the sun had just risen, and the Queen was disrobing for her servants to bathe her. Absently she asked again: “Who is the fairest of them all?”
She had not expected the reply:
“My Queen, you know my words are true: Snow White is more fair than you!”
“What!?” Bathwater splashed across the room as the Queen rose suddenly, scattering her maidens. She strode angrily towards the glass-imprisoned Sorcerer. “What do you mean by this? Speak!”
The Sorcerer had long ago ceased to be intimidated by the Queen. His imprisonment was permanent, but it also meant that he could not be harmed for as long as he was trapped in the fractal sub-space within the reflections. She would have to free him first, and in that second he would make his escape. Knowing this, he always spoke bluntly, regardless of the spell which forced him to tell the truth in all times. In this way he could torment his gaoler whilst complying with her magical imperative.
“There is a girl, my Queen, of but sixteen years. She is the orphaned child of a seamstress and a sailor, and happens to work in the orchards of your own castle. Bad luck, to have been surpassed by such a frail thing.”
“Bad luck! I’ll shatter you into a thousand pieces! Show me her face, this face that is more beautiful than mine!”
The Sorcerer obliged. In the misty mirror came a distant image of a girl, dark-haired and lovely, with pinched cheeks and slender figure. She was only a slip of a girl, but strikingly beautiful. She turned heads with every corner she turned. The Queen had to admit it: this girl, called Snow White, was more fair than she!
Furious, the Queen summoned her most trusted guardsman to the throne room. She told him to haul the young girl into the woods and execute her.
“Kill Snow White! You must make it look like an accident!” she shrieked.
“But, she’s only a girl, Your Majesty … Perhaps—”
“Do as I say! And bring me her heart, as proof!”
The guardsman left, uncertain about his duty … but still, that evening he returned to the Queen with a small, bloodied heart in a wooden box. The Queen was delighted. She had long ago forgotten what it meant to love.
That very evening she put the wooden box into a fire and watched it burn away. For a moment, the heart was visible amongst the cinders before it was cooked like old meat, and shrivelled into a charred knot. Delirious with happiness, the Queen danced into her underground den of magickry and asked of the Sorcerer in the mirror, “Who is fairest of them all now?”
And the Sorcerer had replied: “My Queen … I don’t like to make you blue, but Snow White is still more fair than you!”
Within hours, she had her ‘trusted’ guardsman publically drawn and quartered for disobedience, and buried with the burnt remains of the fraudulent pig’s heart stuffed into his mouth. He had been soft, and must have allowed the girl to escape into the Deep Forest…
And so the Queen now asked of the Sorcerer: “Mirror, Mirror, like no other: how can I make poor Snow White suffer?”
TWO DAYS AGO:
The wicked Witch Queen, disguised as an old woman, found Snow White’s cottage in the Deep Forest, where she had escaped from the guardsman and been taken in by seven untidy little men, who gave her room and board in exchange for cleaning and other services. The Queen tricked the girl into taking a bite of a magical poisoned apple…
ONE DAY AGO:
Seven little men, unable to bear the thought of their darling Snow White buried in the unforgiving Earth, built her a coffin made out of gold and glass. They surrounded her with fresh flowers, and placed the coffin in a sacred grove within the forest, where they would visit every day. Within the glass coffin she seemed perfect, beautiful … Hardly dead at
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