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                        Epilogue

What happens when the people you love most die a 

sudden death? What happens when Your only child pasts 

away in the happiest moments of your life? I, Queen 

Honey, has experienced something far worse. My 

husband, Grotto, my beautiful precious baby girl, Anna 

Grace, and I were on a ship to England. Little two year 

old Anna Grace suddenly spotted dolphins leaping. 

Giggling, she leaned to far of the rail, and fell in the 

ocean. Grotto quickly dived into the cold, murky waters 

to save his beloved child. They both drowned. So, where 

there was happiness, and hope for a lovely future, was 

replaced with bitterness, and sadness.

The first thing I saw was a little four year old girl running 

to greet us. This must be Snow White. I thought. I took a 

closer look at the child. I gasped. I felt my heart breaking 

in two. Little Snow looked just like Anna Grace, with her 

deep blue eyes, rosy cheeks, and little strawberry blond 

curls. I couldn't bear it. I had come here to escape the 

sadness, not to meet it! While the little princess embraced 

her father, I started sobbing. "My little baby! Grotto!" I 

cried. Snow had now stopped laughing, and stared at me. 

I guess she was so happy, she didn't have time for 

sadness. She had never seen any thing like it. Well, I'll 

just show her! I cried harder. And do you know what? 

Snow White walked right up to me, hugged me, and said: 

"Don't you worry Mama! I'll make you good as new!" The 

precious little thing! I hugged her back, letting her soft, 

chubby hands run down my back.

I loved Snow imminently. She was a darling! That night, 

I had one strange dream. I dreamed of Snow falling off a 

ship. And a voice kept saying, "It's your fault. It's your 

fault." When I awoke I had made up my mind I had to 

get the child out before something horrible happened 

within my range of hearing about. If I lost Snow, I would 

murder myself. It was her thirteenth birthday tomorrow. 

I couldn't let her father know, so I'll send him on a wild 

goose chase! Perfect! The next day, I told a servant to 

take her to the woods, and abandon her when she was 

not looking. Something told me this was not right, but 

who cares?

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