"Do you know why you are here?"
Rory started. She looked up from her book. Across from her sat the evil woman who ordered her punishments. Rory gasped and nearly lost her page. She surveyed her surroundings and found that she was in the middle of a snowy forest. White covered the ground and branches of trees all around her. Snow fell from the sky and got caught in her hair. The evil lady still sat cross-legged across from her, mimicking Rory's position. Rory gently folded the corner of her page down and set her book next to her. "I'm not afraid of you." Her voice echoed throughout the room. The evil lady blinked. A slow smile spread across her face. "Yes, you are," the woman said. "It's okay, liefje. It's alright to be afraid. It's wise to fear a queen." "I'm not afraid," Rory insisted. She silently laughed at the irony: a cruel but beautiful queen. Like in Snow White. "Oh, lieveling, yes you are. You're terrified." "You're wrong." "Oh, no. I'm right. I've practically raised you, Aurora, and I'll be damned if I let you get away right when I need you the most." The woman had her nails in her palms. Slowly, rivulets of red began to run from her hands onto the ground. Blood met with snow, red met with white. "What do you mean?" Rory asked. She was entranced by the patterns the queen's blood was making. It seemed to have a mind of it's own once it hit the ground. "My family is dead." The woman was now staring intensely at Rory; she could feel the queen's dark stare, but Rory couldn't focus on that. She was too busy watching the queen's blood form numbers in the snow. 5 2 1 1 1 4 4 4 1 7 5. "Mine is too," Rory said softly, still entranced. The numbers felt like they'd been seared into her brain. 5 2 1 1 1 4 4 4 1 7 5. "I need you," the lady continued as if Rory hadn't spoken. "Because you're going to help me get revenge." |
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