We all know the story of Snow White. The poison apple, the curse, the spell, and true love's kiss. But...the true story is a little darker.

The dwarfs placed Snow White upon the altar to await the kiss of her true love, her prince. They wept and their tears, tinged with the blood of a broken heart, became weeping rose petals. As they left, they searched for the prince, hoping that even if they never found him, their tears would lead him to his true love.

But the dwarfs never found the prince. The prince never found the trail of tears.

An aeon passed. The magic of the forest withered like flowers without sun, and the dwarfs slowly died, hearts still broken. Grumpy was the last to pass. Legend has it that it was he who made the magic casket for Princess Aurora. His stubborness, in the end was the only thing keeping him tied to this world. He sacrificed even his own stubborness, being too stubborn to believe that the prince would never come, and enchanted the casket. It is this enchantment that keeps it, and the sleeping beauty within forever young.

When the last of the seven dwarfs left our world, the last of the magic went with him. Ugliness, harshness, desolation began to creep into the beautiful living creatures of the enchanted forest. Hunger became the god of the forest, and every living thing lived only to eat the others. Under these conditions, creatures of beauty, which soar above the ugliness of the new god, like the lost unicorn, were powerless against its corruption. The unicorn, perhaps the most perfect example of lost beauty, began to use the horn for evil purposes. At first, it was only to sate the hunger, but as the hunger penetrated deeper into their once pure hearts, it transformed into a hunger for murder and massacre, and cannibalism. Blood stained the whole of the earth. The unicorn's horn, symbol of its sovereignty and source of its magic, broke into a thousand shards of diamonds under the weight of the sick god, hunger. By this time, all of the other enchanted creatures were long since gone. The last unicorn stood on the hill of destiny, and the fate of the world was set when its horn shattered. Thus the stars were born, and this is why they rule destiny. The horse is the degenerate descendent of the unicorn, as are all of the world's creatures.

All that remains of the enchanted aeon is the casket of Snow White, and the sleeping Princess Aurora inside. Legend has it that somewhere, deep in the heart of the darkest wood, Aurora lies sleeping. To the worthy seeker, if he has eyes to see, may happen upon a single petal of the reddest rose at the entrance of a hidden path. Should he follow the petals that he is sure to see, he will eventually come to the enchanted casket. The pure of heart will hold the key to the casket. To open the casket is to release Snow White from the bondage of her eternal slumber, and with her the dreams of the dwarfs, the magic of the unicorn, the enchantment of an aeon long since forgotten. The world will be as it was, and hunger once again banished beyond the realm of beauty. But beware! The witch, wise with wicket wit, foresaw Beauty's release, and sought to appease the sick god, Hunger, from beyond the grave. For preserved with Princess Aurora is the cause of her sleep: the poison apple, instrument of Hunger's emissary to begin the end. Thus, within the casket is life and death, salvation and damnation, beauty and abomination, alpha and omega.

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