Posted by Childe on April 07, 2000 at 02:58:50:
Hi big peoples,
I lil Childe write ‘torys sometimes. I twy to write nice ‘tories wif fairies n nice giants n dragons n nights that
pways chess wif nice dragons n bad ol ogres n nice prinessesses n princeses n kings and queens that I not
know much ‘bout. But sometimes peoples not always what they really be. That true in fairy tales and that
maybe true in R/L (though I still learning ‘bout R/L). You know, it not easy being lil Childe sometimes. Go
to school be okay n I can pway sometimes n read lotsa nice books n now teachers let me n other childes
pway wif nice music stuff like horns n triangles n drums n flutes n stuff like that. They say all us childes
pway like that make a band.
Oh, I sorry. I forgets sometimes that big peoples wants ‘tory from lil Childe person. I goofs sometimes, I
does. So this time I tell ‘tory ‘bout a lil girl called Snow White. I not sure why she called that but book says
that because she had skin white as snow. But that not good cause she get red real quick when she get out
ina sun, betcha, betcha. Or maybe they messed up and think that because she maybe had white hair. I not
sure bout any of that. I know she gotta be pretty n a princess cause that ina ‘tory I read. This sorta not like
that ‘tory. It more like I think it woulda happened ifn I was there and saw what happened.
Maybe not (hehhehheh).
Here ‘tory…….
Snow White
Now a long time ago, there was a small European kingdom (as were most in that day and age) wherein
dwelt a king and his beloved queen. Not long after they were married, a beautiful daughter was born to the
young queen. But as sometimes happened in that long-ago time, she died in childbirth. About a year after
her birth, the king was forced to wed again. This time the bride, who was also very beautiful, came from a
fairly distant kingdom. It was a favorable union, the king and his Councilors determined. Wealth accrued
through the marriage, as did an alliance with a more powerful neighbor. The new queen would produce a
male heir and all would be well again. However, unbeknownst to them, the new queen was also one who
dabbled in the magical arts. Well perhaps that is a bit too harsh. Let it be known that prior to the marriage,
she had been in love with another lesser male. When her father found out, he threatened to remove her
lover’s head. She pleaded with her father not to harm a hair on his head and that kept his neck from the
headsman’s axe. However, her father did not say that the axe would go unblooded. Thus it was that the
affair was ‘cut off’ rather abruptly by ‘axing’ another part of his male anatomy. It can be said without
further comment that he died soon thereafter. To hide the evidence of her affair, her father engaged the
services of an unusual individual. I say ‘unusual’ in that he was clad head to foot in red and his skin seemed
to match the color of his raiment very closely. This did not go unnoticed by the young woman. After all it
was part of her anatomy that was being….repaired(?). What went unnoticed by her father was that she
began practicing the black arts on her own. So it was with some distaste that she came to her ‘new’
marriage bed.
Since she liked neither her father nor her new husband, she was drawn more to the magical arts than a lady
should have been. It did not take her long to discover several unused rooms that she quickly and quietly
secured – especially when she found one of them had a secret passage to an abandoned dungeon. Nearly
two years passed in her studies before she learned enough to cast a simple spell. Two more elapsed before
she could summon a demon familiar. To maintain the illusion that she was not engaged in practicing magic,
she placed her familiar – a rather low level demon – within the confines of a mirror. Only when she said the
proper words would the creature appear. That was fortunate as the presence of a creature from the dark
confines of the Neither Regions would have caused her to be burned as a witch. But she was more than a
witch. Of this she was very proud.
By now, she was nearly twenty-six and becoming a bit concerned about her appearance. Although she had
been vain even as a child, she also was aware that it was her looks which maintained her hold on her
husband. Even at that he was growing tired of her failure to produce a male heir. Unbeknownst to her
father, this was a side effect of the return of her maidenhood. She could employ a glamour; however, since
she was inexperienced, to do so for long would cause her to age quicker. To circumvent this problem, she
cast a youthening spell that would maintain her youth and beauty until she was well over fifty. This was
more of a stop gap measure because the use of that spell would not account for the natural aging process.
But within reason, she expected to remain in power long enough to secure her hold on the kingdom.
Yet deep within her bosom smoldered her hatred of her father for what he had forcibly done. Thus after
seven years had passed, she received the message that her father had died after suffering in agony from some
cause not diagnosed by his physicians. Naturally not, she thought with a smile. Her father had been the
recipient of a spell, which dissolved his intestinal tract. Her younger brother would assume the throne but
that was of little concern to her.
Soon thereafter, she started the spells (and poison potions) for her husband. He wouldn’t live out the year,
she thought with a sly smile.
Now some things happen when we least expect them. For example, at the time of her marriage, she had
discovered that she was now a mother albeit of a baby daughter, which she was not responsible for, and
which she wouldn’t have assumed responsibility for in any case. This had suited her very well at the time.
But time passes and sometimes what one least expects can catch one unaware. Such was the case when she
summoned her familiar.
Now some would have it that she said, “Mirror, mirror on the wall….”, or some other such nonsense. Her
own private name for the demon was Old Asshole. But she rarely used that except when she was feeling
exceptionally bad. “Eldur Scratch Bot wit dild Nal” were the summoning words she usually used though
“Surgot Sum Tats” would have been enough. Although she didn’t know this, it would have answered to it’s
own name of “Shitfobrans” if she had thought of it. But she never asked and it never volunteered its name
to anyone on the Mortal Plane. It’s one hope was that she’d grow tired of it and either send it back or get
so mad that she’d break the mirror. If the latter would have happened, it would have eaten her heart right
then and there – something else she didn’t know. Ah, if one practices the Demonic Arts, one must know
ALL the rules.
Anyway she summoned the demon-mirror to life. Its continence was a bit smoky which gave its greenish
skin a decidedly gray cast.
“So whatdoya want today, Bitch-Witch?”
“I’ve noticed that my husband has taken less than normal notice of me lately,” she said dispassionately.
“So? Why bitch, Bitch? You humans think you got it good with all that poking and rolling around. It’s that
ain’t it? Ya’s awondering why ya ain’t getting’ none – or he ain’t givin’ none out. No sex is bad sex. Now
if youse was like me…”
“Shut up, you old Asshole!!” Then with a snooty expression, she continued. “I was more than a bit curious
that he doesn’t seem to be taking an interest in me lately. I was simply wondering why?”
“Ya, right. Youse ain’t foolin’ with one of them human guys, lady. You just ain’t been usin’ what brains ya
was born wid. If ya’d take your head outta you ass for one mo’ you’da noticed his daughter’s getting’ ta be
a real looker.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ain’t ya hearing. Got shitt in ya’re ears or sumthin’?? Check out the little broad. She’s turned into a real
nice piece, if ya asks me…… And ya has. She might be twelve and his daughter but he’s startin’ to get the
hots for her. Ain’t gotta be a demon to see his pecker tryin’ ta bust outta his pants. Fact is, ya ain’t the
prettiest babe on the block no more. Ya been ‘round that block too many times as it is.”
“That’s horrible!!”
“Maybe to you. In Demonland we gets it on wid everyone. Fathers wid brothers or sons or daughters;
mudders wid sons or daughters. Get it on alla time. ‘Course we don’t screw like you fleshies do.
Hehhehheh. But we has our fun.”
“So what should I do?”
“Well, if ya ask me (and ya has), I’d take the little bitch out into the woods and cut her heart out and eat it.
Hearts are nice to eat – especially that of young fleshies.”
“Hummm. There is some merit in what you say.” After pondering the situation for a few moments, she
dismissed the demon as one would a pesky insect.
One should always treat demons with care.
A few moments later, she summoned a woodsman and long time lover. She gave him a small sandalwood
box explaining in no uncertain terms that she wanted the young princess taken far out into the woods and
dealt with. The sandalwood box was for the princess’s heart - final proof of the princess’s demise. The
hunter agreed with a nod and further assurance that he would be well rewarded when he returned. A sly
smile lit his face.
Again things do not always go as planned.
The huntsman told Snow White of a wonderful thing he had espied deep in the forest. A strange beast that
only she could approach. Fascinated she listed as he told of the horse-like silver creature with fiery hooves
and a most wonderful horn between its eyes. She knew in her heart that it must be the legendary unicorn or
at least one of that breed. If as the huntsman said, it grazed at the place he knew and she could approach it,
she could capture it for herself. For the legend also said that the unicorn could only be approached and
ridden by a virgin. And so with high hopes of adventure and mystery, she ventured into the dark forest.
The trails wound so many ways that she soon lost track of where she was. But when the huntsman had
taken her far enough, he helped her dismount cautioning her to be silent as the unicorn was probably nearby.
Snow White had grown a good deal in the last few months. Although she had clothes that fit properly, some
of them were older and not use to the maturity that was overcoming her fair form. The huntsman almost
was rewarded with a view of her panties as she dismounted. A more interesting sight came into view when
she bent slightly to brush off some leaves that clung to her skirt. Looking up she saw a strange look in the
huntsman’s eyes. Although it was different, she instinctively knew what those eyes saw and what they
wanted. He might be bigger but she was both youthful and quick. Before he could stop the slender girl, she
had escaped into the dark woods.
Damn! Now what was he to do? He had reasoned logically that a taste of her slim body beneath his would
be quite enjoyable. Then he could place his long blade under her ribs and still her beating heart while
enjoying her passion and death throes. Well that was in the past, he figured. Even his huntsman’s eyes
could not distinguish her tracks easily. But he might if he took it slowly. Testing tree and branch, leaf and
trail, he managed to trace her passage to a meadow. Unseen he saw her resting on a rock. He smiled once
again fingering his long dagger. Yes!
Out of the darkness of the forest dashed a golden shape brushing him aside like so much chaff. Startled, he
rose to his feet to see if she was still there. As he started forward again, the golden shape bowled him over
once again. A third and a fourth time this happened before he could tell what the shape looked like. Some
might have called it a golden hind. However, most would have seen it for the unicorn it was. It stopped and
looked at him long and hard. A voice seemed to crowd out his thoughts saying that if he approached the
young girl again, his blood would mar for a time the golden spire erupting from between the eyes that
looked at him with malice.
Thinking it over, he realized the young princess, Snow White would probably be lost in these woods. And
to hell with that anyway. He retraced his steps and mounted his waiting horse. A glance back seemed to
show a golden shape shining through the trees. Regardless, he was not going to go back there again. Not
even for favors…… What do to about the heart? A few moments later, the singing of an arrow transfixed
the morning air as the boar was staked into the ground. As it thrashed briefly, he removed the slightly
beating heart. This was his proof and let no one say otherwise.
The demon dined noisily. Nice heart, it thought though something wasn’t right. However, it dismissed the
notion reckoning that indeed it been a long time since it had dined so well.
The hunter received his just reward also. As he thrust once more inside her, the queen plunged his own
hunting knife beneath his ribs into his stilled heart. Pushing him off her, she muttered, “Her blood with yours
co-mingled and no witnesses to say what might have happened or the where of it. Silence from you both.
Now I’m the fairest of the land and soon this land – this Kingdom – will be mine. Even the demon
shuddered as the laughter echoed through the passageways.
Snow White was quite lost. She had no knowledge of where home was nor how far away. She had neither
horse nor huntsman to guide her. All alone without protection was she. As she sniffled once, Snow White
began to realize how foolish she had been. But that must be put aside. Unless she was careful, she would
soon be very, very dead. That was why she had halted in the meadow. Something about it said it was safe.
So she sat down on the small boulder and began to think. She at least had some idea of what to eat here.
There were always berries and fruit. And if she were lucky, she might find some tubers and mushrooms.
Toadstools she avoided. But some leaves and flowers could be eaten if one knew which were safe. She
knew a few. She heard a rustling again in the woods to her left. Yet once more and all was silent. Perhaps
the huntsman had trailed her? He was an excellent tracker, which was why he WAS the huntsman. But
apparently he had missed it when she had gone downstream in the little creek she’d passed. It was so easy
to do and probably foolish, she thought on reflection.
Right then she would have cried. But suddenly out of the woods trotted the most beautiful golden horse…
unicorn she had ever seen. Foolish me, she thought. It was the ONLY unicorn she had ever seen. It
beckoned to her by tossing its head. Carefully she approached mindful that his horn (the unicorn was
obviously male) could pierce her through and through if he so chose. She tried to climb on his back but
apparently he was having nothing of that as he moved away once more. But he wanted her to follow him.
She had little trouble following his lead. Several hours passed before they came to another clearing. But
this was neither a meadow nor a glen. A woodsman’s cottage materialized out near the farthest edge.
There were three little men nearby. Well maybe not men exactly since two were extremely wide. Snow
White recognized the two as members of the Dwarfian race. She had heard of them but they rarely visited
the lands preferring to remain mostly underground mining and building their cities. As she approached, she
shouted to them in the Old High Tongue (for she being a princess was well educated). The two seemed so
alike that she quickly surmised they must be twins. Actually as she found out later, they were triplets. Kalin
and Dwalin were their names and their brother was Salin. The other small person was neither a dwarf nor a
small human but was in fact a Hafling. This she reasoned out when she saw his hairy feet. Natural shoes
they were. His name was Dardenel. As she spoke with them – for they fell in love with her almost instantly,
she found out that there were nine dwarves and three Haflings living in the cottage. There were
underground rooms for the dwarves and above ground with circular doors for the haflings. They had
gathered together to mine some gems and a seam of Mithral that Dwalin and Kalin had found nearly three
years ago. However, the mine was too small to be worked by more than nine dwarves at any one time. The
haflings eschewed mine working in any form but were happy enough gathering and growing food for the
troupe. For the most part, the forest supplied their needs. However, meat was hard to come by. Even
snares sit for rabbits many times came up empty. Snow White understood somehow that this was due to the
influence of the unicorn. The trio were curious as to what had brought a human girl-woman out into the
forest alone. She briefly recounted all that had happened only neglecting to mention the unicorn. She
further expressed that she was lost and alone.
Was it any wonder that they offered to supply her with a place to stay? And so it happened that Snow
White found a place to live for a time. She found as she stayed that the place was somewhat dirty. So okay
it was downright filthy. Understandably, she was upset. Though she had little in common with the cleaning
personal in the castle, she did know a bit about cleaning and washing through observation. However, during
the first couple of weeks, she suffered greatly learning what most every woman knew about cleaning.
Several days passed before the dwarves and haflings noticed enough to complement her on how clean the
cottage was both upstairs and down. Soon both Haflings and Dwarves were washing up when they came
home from the mines.
Lucky she was that she had arrived the day she had. The following week it was the Dwarves turn to cook.
Now Snow White had never complained about cooking before. But after tasting what the dwarves placed
on the table, she vowed never to let them cook again. The haflings used various spices in their stews and
meats. While unfamiliar, they were at least tasty. As time passed, she became familiar with their likes and
dislikes. Soon only Snow White did the cooking. So time passed at the quiet little cottage. The dwarves
and haflings mined while Snow White mended, cooked, and cleaned.
Almost two years had passed since the young Princess had mysteriously vanished. And nearly six months
had elapsed since the passing of her husband. The Queen was becoming bored with the men who daily came
to her bedchamber. Because of her ennui, she once more visited her demon-guarded chambers. Even with
no one left to challenge her right to rule, she still knew that if anyone ever found out that she was a witch….
. That she left unanswered – open. The consequences too horrible to contemplate. But this day she visited
once again her demon-mirror commanding it to show anyone more beautiful than herself.
As always the mirror-demon hummed and hawed until she could hardly stand it. This clash of wills both
enjoyed though neither would ever let the other know. But something bother the mirror-demon more.
“Oh Mighty Bitch-Witch under the castle, there exists over hill and dale a young girl nearing fifteen lives
whom one said died but who lied even though he died.”
By now the Queen was thoroughly puzzled. “What are you saying, Fart Face.”
“Oh Queenie who would rather be fucked by a stiff weenie on any day of the weeky. ‘Tis the princess of
this castle called Snow White, who’s fair flesh shines for me this day. She who’s heart was promised but
denied. She only is fairer than yourself.”
“Damn-it-to-hell!! So where is she?”
“Over hill and dale to the place where the dwarves and haflings dwell. If you hadn’t been so quick to get
fucked and shaft the bastard who was suppose to do the dirty to poor lil Snow White, I might not have had
(yuck) pig heart. She lies a nearly a day’s ride by horse. But there is danger and not solely from dwarf and
hafling. Something else is watching which I cannot see.”
That brought her up short. Few things human or non-human caused a demon to pause. Whatever this was
did bother her somewhat. But with her own powers, she reasoned she had little to fear.
It did not take long to find the young princess. It did take a good deal of patience and daring, I suspect. But
when one wants no witnesses or wishes to retain the power one has become accustomed to, they will do
anything to retain that status quo. As she spied out the clearing with the cottage nestled among the trees, she
heard a rustling. When she turned her head, something pushed her down. Now she was more than a bit
scared. But she was also prepared. Whatever it was would need to be near her once more. Without more
than a casual thought, she cast a fire aura about her. Although she was shoved aside once more, she heard
the sound of a beast in pain. That was because one didn’t see the aura but felt it. And damage one it would.
Sensing the creature near her once more, she cast a fire spear blindly – and was once more rewarded with
the sound of severe pain. Then she saw it – or him. For indeed it was a unicorn. But this time, the unicorn
was down and in great pain. She who had no compassion, came nearer smiling as she removed her long
bladed knife from its place by her side. A few delft movements and the horn was removed.
So this is what the demon feared, she thought as a wicked smile played around her lips and eyes.
Holding the talisman by its slender tip, she thought on the wonderful things she could do with it. There was
magic in such a talisman – magic that she could use in so many ways. Unheeded, the unicorn regained its
feet and disappeared into the forest.
The queen thought long and hard on what to do next. I shall not recount the many wiles she played on the
young princess to gain her trust and to cause her death. But several times she visited with laces and ribbons
and poisoned flowers and such. But finally she came upon the idea of the poisoned apple. Nor did she say
"Have an apple, Dearie", with a cackle. No. For though she placed herself in many guises, never did she
resort to magic that wasn’t reversable. She was, however, becoming a master of disguises.
As an old woman, she approached the cottage. The Queen had insured herself that the dwarves and haflings
were at the mine. No longer did they detail someone to watch the house or prepare supper or many of the
chores that Snow White now had taken upon herself. The Queen smiled her smile which was known to melt
men’s hearts. But as an old woman with bowed back and old clothes, she approached the cottage. She took
the path which crossed the stream that naturally flowed nearby. Snow White happened to be looking out the
window as the Queen stumbled. To her it appeared as if an old woman had slipped after trudging through
water.
She went out quickly and helped the ‘Old Woman’ up offering her food and water. But naturally the
disguised Queen declined the offer. However, as recompense for Snow White’s assistance, she offered the
young girl one of her pretty apples. She left before Snow White had eaten it. However, as she left, a sly
smile played with her eyes. It had been easeier than she thought. Without a glance at the cottage, she road
back to her castle to the waiting demon-mirror. Lucky she was, for the dwarves and haflings returned early
that day. Kalin sensed as before that something was wrong. Perhaps it was because his God spoke to him.
Perhaps it was something else. Regardless, they found Snow White pale and breathless. Kalin administered
to her as he had before but outside of placing her into a comatose state, she neither wakened nor moved.
Indeed she was as one dead. Yet although she remained pale - part of the condition of having skin as white
as snow - she continued breathing albiet shallowly.
When the Queen arrived, she doffed and burned the clothes and took a quick bath to wash the stench of the
clothes from off her. With her trophy in hand, she entered her inner sanctum where the mirror-demon rested
on the wall.
“Oh Mirror-demon called FartFact and many other names to horrible to recount, I call you.”
“So okay, Witch-Bitch, didja kill off the brat? She ain’t in my thoughts no more. I coulda told ya that the
apple of her eye would do the trick. And she woulda made a trick real happy, too. “
“Yes,” she replied with a sly smile. “And I found this, also,” she added revealing the bloody stumped horn.
The mirror clouded. “Damn-Bitch-Witch-Woman-Queen, take that Thing away. You know not what Shitt
you unveil nor the consequences of your act of imbecility. I would have warned you - indeed I did. But you
foolishly disregarded my warnings.”
She laughed. “What warning and why? This is a powerful artifact. I killed the Unicorn to get it. I have the
power.”
“O foolish Bitch-Witch, no one ‘kills’ the Unicorn. It’ll live forever. Or at least longer than you will. Get
rid of that is my advise. If you don’t, it’ll be the death of you. Or something worse.”
She chuckled then laughed long and hard. Foolish mirror-demon.
Not seven days had passed since Snow White fell victum to the poison apple. Yet though she lived, she was
nearing death. For all the prayers of dwarves and haflings were unable to curb the call of Death. They knew
they were only what they were - miners mostly and farmers - and warriers when there was need. But
wounds and such only did they know how to minister. But it was when they faltered that He came. Riding
a white horse with a red blaze, He came. In leather only though he could have worn chain, he stopped and
dismounted. As though no one else were there, He walked to Snow White. A hand on her breasts and a kiss
seemed to bring color back to her lips and then to her face. Dark eyes fluttered as she smiled and, taking his
preoffered hand, arose.
And so it passed that the lovely Snow White and the Mysterious Stranger - who was revealed to be the son
of the Queen’s brother. And many were invited far and wide to the wedding. Indeed the Queen was invited
also. So it was that she did pass her demon-mirror that day.
“Aye, Bitch-Witch, you called and I’ll say. The new young Queen is fairer than thou this day.”
“What do you mean, you old shittfaced demon?” But when it refused to answer, she left.
“And I for one would worry,” murmured the demon-mirror. “As if you ever listened to me anyway.”
So the Queen did indeed travel to the wedding. And when she saw the young Queen, she knew she was
Snow White and without excuse or leave, she rushed out of the castle and the kingdom. But as she left, the
Queen heard the neigh of a horse - or perhaps the neigh of something more than a horse. Turning around
she spied a white horse with a red blaze between its eyes.
Now more terrified than at any time in her life, she ran. After nearly an hour, she stole a horse from a poor
farmer and rode bareback to her own lands and castle and to the confines of her secret rooms where the
Demon-Mirror rested alone on the wall.
“Welcome back, Witch-Bitch. I warned you. I did. I did.”
Anger mixed with fear as she grabbed the nearedst object and threw it at the mirror. The object shattered
the mirror but not before she saw that it was the Unicorn Horn. Hearing a neigh, she was dumfounded as
the Horn rose as if by magic and floated toward the window. She clutched at it but it only paused to cut her
hand. Following the Horn, she saw through the window that the white horse with the red blaze had
followed her. She watched silently as the Horn reattached itself onto the blaze and the Unicorn turned and
vanished. Faintly she heard laughter.
“Oh, Witch-Bitch,” cried the demon. “Oh, Witch-Bitch. Guess what? It’s time to pay the piper.”
Turning once again, saw the shattered mirror and the demon. The shattering had helped but it was her blood
that freed it at last. One should be careful when conjuring up a demon. But this one dearly loved her. And
the part he really loved was her heart - which he munched on noisely.
Sweet dreams
Bye, bye,
Childe