What if you were born bad, taught to destroy, steal, and hurt? What if you were the enemy and didn't know it? What if it's in your blood to do the wrong thing? Then is it still a sin?

Ch. 1 Mirror Image

10 Years Ago

"Do not touch that Jezebel!" The Queen screamed, whisking me away from her room. I strained to get one last look at the mirror before she closed the door and locked it again. "How many times have I told you not to go in there?"

I didn't answer, but instead stared at my shoes. The Queen huffed and stalked away. "I'm sorry Mommy," I mumbled just low enough for her not to hear.

"Snow White must die if it's the last thing I ever do!" The Queen screamed at the newest of our huntsmen. I didn't like Snow White. The world would be such a better place without that pale, animal-loving, dwarf-feeding girl. Or, at least that's what The Queen always said and no one ever questions The Queen.

We sat at the long dining table, the servants bringing out a large turkey on a silver platter. I'd been in the kitchen all morning, watching the cook carefully prepare the bird and it looked delicious. The Queen took one glance at the turkey and a look of disgust crept onto her face. "Who is responsible for this?" she demanded.

"The cook Madame," the servant girl said quietly.

"Well off with his head! I specifically requested the turkey be slightly salted, but there is no salt upon that bird! This is despicable."

An hour later, The Queen and I sat in the beheading chamber. The Queen smiled a sly smile, "Watch now Jezebel what happens to those who don't listen to The Queen." The cook came out shaking, with all the color drained from his face. I watched the blade drop and the head tumbled into the basket, and like my mommy I smiled.