Snow White: Book 1 Chapter 1

Verse 1
Snow saw it now.

The endless darkness.

The red-stained snow.

She saw the path she needed to travel.

The Grimm Brothers, who wove the tale together as one.

She had but one task--- to revive these masters to whom she was indebted.

Even if countless sacrifices must be made for this wish to come true.

And so she would vanquish all who stood in the way of her mission.

This is the path I choose. All for my author.

Yes! Yes! That's the spirit!

Kill everything in your way. Rip off their arms!

Verse 2
I do not cling to life.

All is for my Masters.

Verse 3
I will not be crushed by the burden of taking lives.

Verse 4
Their screams may stab at my heart, but I cannot look back.

Verse 5
Even if your thoughts are seeded in sludge, they will bloom into flowers if you believe in them.

Verse 6
Pain, suffering, torment, misery.

I have no time for them.

All is for naught if I feel regret.

Verse 7
My resolve does not waver.

My heart does.

I take the lives of others, and that is all.

Forward. Forward. Forward. Forward.

Verse 8
Respect, adoration, love, affection, kindness, compassion, mercy, sympathy.

I would abandon all of these and more to meet you.

Verse 9
Do you feel what's in my heart?

Will my wish be granted?

Please, ignore my screams.

Verse 10
Whomever I must kill,

whatever I must slay,

I will go on.

I must go on.

The determination within me illuminates the path ahead, like a shining beacon leading the way.

I beseech you, my Masters.

I beg of you, please wait for me.

Know that I will someday rescue you.

Such a strong woman! You can do it, Snow!

Strength doesn't matter. I do what's just.

I know what I do is right.

Yes, so true! No! Yes! No!

Her white hair caked in fresh blood, her white dress stained a gory red.

Even as the nightmares' death throes pierced Snow's heart, she continued forward.

All who stood in the way of her quest were wicked without exception.

It must have been true, for she was never wrong.

Justice.

A merciless flame that burned within her.

Discordant Poem
What do you hope for by meeting them?

What words will you utter?

Fleeting desires? Sweet dreams?

Wistful wishes?

The pure white scowled at the darkness.

She was determined.

Her merciless blade was known as justice.