It’s been about a year since the mysterious death of Snow Whites Mother. Her father hadn’t
taken the loss very well and became somewhat of a recluse. He abandoned his duties, and
as a result all the king’s land was in disarray. Trolls, Wargs, and countless other creatures
left the kingdom in complete chaos. While the land filled with many mischievous beings,
Snow, the sole heir, was too young to assume the king’s duties, so the land was left in ruin.
With morale at an all-time low, advisors of the King decided to throw a ball. Heroes from
faraway lands were invited. It was here that the Emerald Queen was introduced to Snow’s
father. It was the happiest the King had looked in ages. The Queen had won him over.
Shortly after the ball, wedding bells rang throughout the kingdom. The king and the Queen
were to be married. It was a glorious wedding. Thousands of guests, and magical creatures
alike were in attendance. The Queen captivated them all. The King was happy as could be,
and Snow was happy for him.

Years have passed since the momentous event. Snow has grown into a strong, and fierce
young woman. Beautiful, courageous, yet sweet and kind. She was loved by her
constituents, but secretly hated by her Queen.

The Queen, a magical genius, walked about her room. Stopping in front of a mirror, she
stared at herself quite fondly, and while admiring herself for a moment she asked the mirror
a question.

“Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?”

The mirror began to stir, it was a magical being, eyes appeared, and they began to flutter
until open. The mirror gazed at the Queen, and began “you are fair my Queen, but princess
snow is far fairer. The mirror returned to normal; just before the Queen could shriek with
anger. At that moment she knew what she needed to do. She called upon a local huntsman,

she invoked a phrase, and the huntsman’s eyes glazed over. She commanded him to kill
Snow White, and to bring her organs to confirm that the deed was done.

It was an early morning; Snow was taking her usual stroll through the “Dark” forest. She
knew not to wander in too deep because of the creatures that lurk within. She grew up
hearing about the horrors wandering in the forest. However, the forest was immensely
beautiful. Flowers, and all kinds of wonderous animals occupied it as well. Snow loved
nature and all the animals too. She knew that sneaking out of the castle would be the only
way that she’d be able to enjoy her stroll. If it were up to her father, an armed escort would
be with her every step of the way, but she wouldn’t have her guards scaring away all the
animals.

A shadowy figure hidden by the dense forest
observes Snow as she walks and talks with the animals.

Crack! The animals freeze in their tracks turning towards the direction of where the sound
had come. Out stepped the Huntsman with a knife in hand. He looked deranged, more so
than when he had first met with the Queen. The huntsman’s eyes widen, as his gaze meets
Snow, he sprints towards her. Knuckles white from gripping his knife so tightly. All the
animals take off into the forest, and out of sight. Snow follows suit, and the pursuit begins.
Snow within sight of the huntsman attempts to escape going deeper into the Dark Forest.
The Huntsman continues after her inching closer and closer. Snow just inches ahead, makes
a dire mistake, and glances behind only to see the huntsman’s outstretched arm reaching
for her. She turns but it’s too late. She falls and the huntsman goes down with her. At the
bottom of a ravine, the huntsman falls slamming his head against a tree. Snow bruised,
bleeding, and distraught lands safely with the brunt of her fall being broken by the
huntsman body. Instead of leaving the man unconscious, and searching for rescue, she
checks to see if he’s still alive.

Upon closer inspection she recognizes him as a local huntsman often called upon by her
father to secure food for his great feasts. Unfortunately, he seems different now. In that
moment, he snaps awake, sees Snow, and remembers his mission. Weak from the fall, he
grabs snow, and stands himself up. With all the strength that he can muster, he throws her
to the ground to follow through with his mission. He gazes down at Snow, apologizes, and
says that he doesn’t have a choice. Snow without much that she can do in the moment
keeps him talking. She pleads with him; she commends him for all his years of service to
the king. Nothing is working. She begins to cry accepting her fate. Removing a pin from
her clothing which had been giving to her by her mother. She kisses it and repeats a phrase
that her mother would say to her each night to calm her down, “insert phrase”. The
huntsman’s eyes return to normal and began to water. Humiliated at what he was about to
do. He tells Snow to run, leave here, and never return. He hopes that for her sake that she
dies quickly in the forest, knowing that if the Queen gets her hands on her that her fate will
be far worse. He returns to the castle with the organs of an animal that he slaughtered along
the way.

Deep in the forest a frightened, bleeding, and bruised Snow-White walks until her
adrenaline can keep her up no longer. Sitting against a tree her eyes betray her, and close
for a much-needed rest.

She wasn’t expecting this when she woke up. Eyes cloudy from her sleep, she sees a group
of seven men, ranging in size and shape surround her. She’s laying in one of seven beds,
in a peculiar place. Not sure where she is, she assumes it must be somewhere just below
the surface, as she can see some light shining through the cracks above.

A deep voice asks if she is alright, and the other look over to the largest of the men. A bit
frightened, but otherwise okay she says. Her vision adjusting to the low light, and just
waking up she notices that the seven men, aren’t quite men. While they stand upright on

two feet, they clearly were not men. The largest one, aware of Snows realization, tells her
that they are dwarves.

She’s heard tales about them, but had never seen them, as she was not allowed to be around
when the King would meet with them. She knew that there are many different tribes of
them, with some being extremely wicked. She was worried that these could be the latter
and carried on with caution.