Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who is the fairest of them all...
The mirror showed a girl of faith, with a rather handsome face, her long blonde hair reached down to her elbows, her kind eyes glowed in the cold nights light, her smile could melt hearts, and her thoughts could melt minds, her pale skin glistened in the winter night...
But what was such a fair maiden doing up so late, the clocks had far tolled midnight, so the magic was well and truly gone...
And at that moment, in the mirror, the girls smile it turned so bitter, her glowing eyes became of glitter, gold, green and black reflected now.
Her heart went black, but her smile did stay, a smile that could scare even the bravest of knights away, her skin it stayed the same pale tone, but it didn't seem to completely fit her, her face less handsome and more grotesque, covered in scars all down to her neck...
A pretty maiden only minutes before became like a beast of old folk lore.....
(this is going to be the first of a series of fairytale stories, I'm not just basing them on the classic fairytales, I might pick out a few from the grimms..)
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