Snow White, on account of the beautiful morning, gathered her handkerchief and a basket full of fruit and headed out into the forest to visit her Grandmother. In her absence, Lady Muriel eagerly waited for the Prince’s arrival, and it had not been three minutes since Snow White had left when the Prince arrived on his white stallion. Muriel’s beauty overcame the Prince at first sight; and he became more and more infatuated as he was led through the castle. She proceeded to seduce him, item-by-item she removed her clothing, the Prince remained motionless as she came closer towards him, and he could not resist such a beautiful creature. ”You must do something for me.” She whispered. “You shall go out into the forest and kill the girl, Snow White is her name, once you have done so, and only then, you must hurry back.” He showed no hesitation in jumping onto his horse and riding into the forest whilst Lady Muriel wallowed in her confidence. The sheer happiness Muriel felt, knowing shed be the fairest of them all, glamorous, untouchable. Meanwhile, Snow white was resting in the forest, shed been walking for some time, and when she had arrived she had more than exhausted herself by excitedly rushing to get there. As she lay there in a daze, a sudden rustle of leaves brought suspicion to her mind. She could see a figure behind a few small trees and she summoned them to come forward, there was no reply. She stared for a little longer and decided on it being no more than her imagination. She was all to soon captured by the Prince, startled and confused, she struggled and cried for help as the Prince drew his sword upon her. The Prince’s sight was blinded as the sun embellished a piercing light upon him, he looked down to Snow White, her skin as white as snow, crimson red lips. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He loosened his grip and gazed into her eyes, she blushed as he touched her cheek, "Snow White, you must leave, runaway and do not return to the castle, you must." The Prince pushed her away from him, "Go!" he screamed and she ran through the forest, frightened to look back, she ran until her feet would take her no longer.
Unbearable thoughts entered her mind as she rested at a tree stump under the moonlight, unanswerable questions and disturbing scenes. Her concern for her father was far greater than that for herself, as she sat there, helpless and alone in the dark forest. She could only imagine that this was all down to Lady Muriel, as no other could be as demonic or cruel. Snow White knew exactly what Muriel was planning next, to lure the king into her world of dark existence. With no sign of shelter anywhere Snow White began to lose hope, she sat, dwindling her fingers and trying to ignore the shadows flickering eerily beside her. Just as she had almost fallen to sleep, a little tap at her ankle awoke her with a startle, a small squirrel sat at her feet. "Oh! Hello there little one", she whispered to the delicate creature. She began to speak of her troubles and as she did, tens of small creatures gathered at her feet. She began to feel less alone and before she knew it she was once again searching deeper into the forest, desperately trying to find a place to rest her head.
Muriel lay in bliss, the King, too weak to search for his beloved daughter, sent his best men out into the tempest forest. Hoping and longing for her return. No news had come and at dawn the King felt that all was lost, his men came back with not a single sighting. Muriel comforted him with empty promises, as she sat quietly basking in her own reflection. She smiled to herself secretly as the King began to mourn terribly for his lost child. Little did she know that Snow White lay, as beautiful as ever, in slumber in the warmth of a quaint cottage, hidden within the deepest parts of the forests lair.
Seven little men sat at her side, “Who is she?” one said, “She looks like an angel.” Said another. “Shhh! She’s waking!” Snow White dreamily rubbed her eyes as she sat up, startled by the sudden arrival of some very strange looking little men, arranged in height order around the edge of the bed. “Gosh! I am awfully sorry,” She said, the men stood in silence, stunned as she began to explain herself, “I cannot go home you see, I am banished to this forest and I cannot return, I am terribly sorry, I must leave at once!” She leaped off the bed and headed towards the door, “No, don’t leave!” exclaimed the smallest of them. Snow White looked at the little man, standing four feet tall with a pleasing little hat, which fell slightly to the side of his head. They pleaded for her to stay, and so she did, she told them of Lady Muriel and her witchery, and of the longing for Snow Whites death. The dwarfs felt immediately disheartened, for each of them was as sweet as the next and they’d had no idea how anyone would want to hurt another soul. Snow White stayed there with the dwarves, each was intensely intrigued to hear of her troubles and each longed that they could help her to return, for her father was in great danger and Snow White had expressed how she longed desperately to rescue him from this witch.
Lady Muriel, confident that her plan had worked, breezed happily towards her faithful mirror and asked the formidable question, “Who is the fairest of them all?” She smiled and waited for her name to be repeated, but there was no answer. She asked once again, and again the mirror refused to reply. She knew now that something had gone wrong. She requested for the Prince who had come the previous day to come to her room. He arrived, knowing of his destiny, she did not wait for him to speak, she immediately plunged a dagger though his heart before he could take a single breath. This time she would kill Snow White herself. An apple would tempt her, Muriel was sure of it. Using the sweet blood of the Prince, she created a crimson apple that with a single bite would take the life of Snow White.
The cottage was embedded with deep evergreen ivy, pansies and dainty flowers flowed from the windowsills and tall firs leaned over the hard and rocky surface. A small wooden door led Muriel to Snow White, who stood opposing the large open fire, stirring a large cauldron of broth, which she had prepared for the dwarves for when they returned home. “Sorry to startle you dear.” Said the old lady, Snow White, initially frightened, looked upon the warmth of the old woman’s face and insisted she sit down. “Thank you my dear.” She said in a hard, husky voice. Snow White pitied the old woman, she seemed awfully fragile, dressed in old rags and carrying a large basket full of the greenest apples. Which had immediately caught Snow Whites eye. “Go ahead my dear! Help yourself, here take this red apple, it is the only one and I wish you to have this as a token for your kindness.” Snow White gratefully received the apple, and with a single bite she fell to the floor. Muriel stood from the chair in which she was seated and stood over Snow White, she pulled out the dagger from underneath her rags and plunged it deep into Snow Whites heart. As she did so the sky grew dark, a rage of blue and white pierced the sky and poured an eerie mist throughout the forest and with it, each leaf was taken, a black lining given to each and a trickle of blood seeped from the last living creature in the kingdom, as Muriel fell to her death.