đ Chapter 1: The Mirror That Doesnât Lie
It was morning in the castle.
The Queen stood in front of her mirror.
She looked at her face, her hair, her eyes.
She smiled.
Then she asked:
ââMirror, mirror on the wall⊠who is the most beautiful of all?â
The mirror glowed. A voice answered:
ââYou, my Queen.â
She smiled again.
She loved this moment.
The mirror told her what she wanted to hear.
Every day, the same question.
Every day, the same answer.
It was like a song for her heart.
But one morning⊠something changed.
She stood in front of the mirror.
She asked the same question:
ââMirror, mirror on the wall⊠who is the most beautiful of all?â
The mirror was silent for a second.
Then the voice said:
ââYou were, my Queen.
But now⊠it is Snow White.â
The Queen froze.
She didnât move.
She didnât breathe.
ââWhat?â she whispered.
ââNo. Thatâs not possible.â
But the mirror did not lie.
Snow White had grown.
She was now a young woman.
Her skin was soft, her eyes were bright.
But that was not all.
She was kind.
She was free.
She walked without fear.
She smiled without pride.
And that⊠the Queen could not accept.
ââShe is just a girl,â said the Queen.
ââShe has no crown. She has no power.â
But in her heart⊠the Queen felt something dark.
It was small. But strong.
It was envy.
She looked at the mirror again.
But this time, she did not smile.
That night, the Queen sat alone.
She did not eat. She did not sleep.
She thought.
And then⊠she had an idea.
A plan.
A way to take back the mirrorâs words.
A way to become the most beautiful again.
Even if she had to destroy what made Snow White shine.
đ Chapter 2: The Forest and the Betrayal
The Queen walked through the dark halls.
Her face was cold. Her heart, harder than stone.
She called the royal hunter.
ââTake Snow White into the forest,â she said.
ââSay itâs a walk. Say itâs a gift.
And when you are alone⊠kill her.â
The hunter froze.
ââYour Majesty?â
ââDo it,â she said. âAnd bring me her heart.â
The hunter nodded⊠but his eyes were full of fear.
The next day, Snow White smiled as she walked with the hunter.
She wore a simple dress. Her hands touched the flowers.
She did not know the truth.
Birds sang in the trees.
The forest was wide and quiet.
She was not afraid.
After some time, the hunter stopped.
He looked around.
There was no one else.
Just trees. And silence.
Snow White turned to him.
ââWhy did we stop?â she asked.
He looked at her⊠and slowly pulled out his knife.
She did not scream.
She did not run.
She looked at his eyes⊠and spoke softly:
ââIf I must die⊠let it not be with hate.â
ââLet it be with peace.â
The hunterâs hand shook.
His eyes filled with tears.
He dropped the knife.
ââGo,â he whispered.
ââRun. Now.â
Snow White looked at him.
Then she turned⊠and ran.
The forest became alive.
Leaves danced in the wind.
The trees whispered to each other.
Snow White ran without direction.
But something in the air told her:
âYou are not alone.â
And though her dress tore and her feet bled,
she did not stop.
Because the forest⊠was now her only truth.
đ Chapter 3: The House of the Seven Emptinesses
Snow White walked for hours.
The forest was deep.
Her dress was torn. Her feet were tired.
But she kept going.
Then⊠she saw it.
A small house.
Hidden between the trees.
Old. Quiet. Lonely.
She knocked.
No answer.
She opened the door.
Inside, it was messy.
Cups on the table. Dust in the air.
But also⊠warmth.
It didnât feel dangerous.
It felt⊠forgotten.
She cleaned the floor.
She washed the cups.
She cooked soup with herbs from the forest.
Then, she fell asleep near the fire.
At night, the door opened.
Seven men entered, one by one.
They were surprised.
A stranger in their house.
Sleeping on the floor.
With food on the table.
They did not shout.
They did not wake her.
They just watched⊠in silence.
In the morning, she opened her eyes.
They were still there.
One of them laughed.
Another didnât say a word.
One yawned and looked tired.
One played with his fingers nervously.
Another crossed his arms, always serious.
One hid behind the door.
And the last one stood still, like a statue.
Snow White sat up slowly.
ââIâm sorry,â she said. âI had nowhere else to go.â
The one who laughed smiled.
ââYou cleaned?â he asked.
ââYes,â she nodded. âAnd I made soup.â
They looked at each other.
Then, the one who never spoke⊠cried.
Just one tear.
That was the beginning.
Snow White stayed.
She didnât ask questions.
She didnât try to change them.
She just listened. She smiled.
She cooked. She sang.
She made space for silence.
And little by little⊠they changed.
The one who laughed stopped hiding his pain behind jokes.
The one who never spoke began to write poems.
The tired one started to wake up early⊠to see the sun.
Snow White didnât fix them.
She just reminded them how it felt to be seen.
And the house, once emptyâŠ
Now breathed.
đ Chapter 4: The Queen of Disguises
Far from the forest, the Queen looked into her mirror again.
ââMirror, mirror⊠who is the most beautiful now?â
The mirror answered:
ââStill not you, my Queen.
Snow White lives. And shines.â
The Queen screamed.
Her plan had failed.
Her envy burned like fire.
She stood in her dark room.
Then she smiled.
ââIf I want something done⊠I will do it myself.â
That night, she made a potion.
She whispered spells.
Her face began to change.
Wrinkles. Gray hair.
Bent back.
Crooked voice.
She was no longer the Queen.
She looked like an old woman.
She walked to the forest.
She found the small house.
Snow White was alone that morning.
The seven were working nearby.
ââHello, dear,â said the old woman.
ââWould you like a ribbon? A gift for your pretty hair.â
Snow White smiled.
So kind. So open.
She said yes.
The ribbon was tight. Too tight.
Snow White fell to the floor.
Her breath slowed.
But before the Queen could escape, the seven came back.
They saved her.
And the Queen⊠ran.
The next day, she tried again.
This time, she was a farmer woman.
Strong. With fruit in her basket.
ââHello, dear,â she said.
ââTry this comb. It’s magic. It will make your hair shine.â
Snow White hesitated.
But she smiled again.
She trusted again.
The comb was poisoned.
She fell again.
Eyes closed.
Heart weak.
The seven found her again.
They removed the comb.
Snow White breathed once more.
The Queen was furious.
For the third timeâŠ
the Queen became a sweet old lady.
With a perfect red apple.
No ribbon.
No comb.
Just fruit.
She knocked.
ââJust one bite, dear. For energy. For beauty.â
Snow White looked at her.
She remembered the comb.
She remembered the ribbon.
But this woman⊠looked so kind.
And Snow White wanted to believe.
She took the apple.
She smiled.
She bit.
And fell.
This time⊠no breath came back.
The Queen walked away, whispering:
ââNow the mirror will tell the truth.â
But back at the house, the seven didnât cry.
Not yet.
They just sat around her.
In silence.
Because the saddest thingâŠ
was not the fall.
It was the trust that died with her.
đ Chapter 5: The Crystal Dream
The house was silent.
Snow White lay still.
Her hands soft. Her eyes closed.
Her skin⊠like winter light.
The seven men stood around her.
They didnât speak.
They didnât cry.
They simply⊠couldnât say goodbye.
ââWe canât bury her,â said one.
ââShe is not gone,â whispered another.
So, they built something different.
A box made of glass.
Clear. Beautiful.
So everyone could still see her.
It was not a coffin.
It was a place of memory.
A place of love.
They placed it in the forest, under the tall trees.
The birds sang around it.
The light touched her face.
The wind moved gently.
And each day, one of the seven sat next to her.
They spoke to her.
They told her stories.
They said âthank you.â
Not because she asked.
Not because she saved them.
But because she saw themâ
when no one else did.
The one who used to laugh all the time now read her poetry.
The quiet one carved her name into stone.
The tired one planted flowers around her.
Each of them gave her something real.
From the heart.
They didnât know if she could hear.
But they talked anyway.
Because silence⊠didnât mean the end.
People in nearby towns began to speak.
They said:
ââThere is a girl who sleeps in glass.â
ââShe looks like peace.â
ââShe reminds us of something we forgot.â
And so, her name became a soft whisper in the world.
Not just a story.
Not just a face.
But a reminder:
That kindness leaves lightâŠ
even when the person is no longer there.
đ Chapter 6: The Prince and the Story He Didnât Know
Far away, in another kingdom,
a young prince heard a strange story.
ââThere is a girl,â they said.
ââShe sleeps inside a glass box.â
ââBut she looks⊠alive.â
ââPeople say her name is Snow White.â
The prince was curious.
Not because of her beauty.
But because of the silence around her.
He wanted to know:
Who was she?
And why do people still speak her name⊠like a promise?
He traveled for many days.
Through mountains.
Through forests.
Until he found the place.
There, under tall trees,
stood the glass box.
And inside, the girl.
She did not move.
She did not breathe.
But her face was peaceful.
And her hands still soft.
The prince stood beside her.
He didnât speak.
He didnât ask anything.
He just looked.
And in that momentâŠ
he didnât see a princess.
He saw a story.
A life.
A light that refused to disappear.
He leaned closer.
Not to kiss her.
Not to break a spell.
Just to be near.
And as he looked at her,
his eyes filled with tears.
One tear fellâŠ
and touched her chest.
Something changed.
Her fingers moved.
Her breath returned.
Her eyes opened.
Slowly. Softly.
She looked up.
Not confused. Not scared.
Just⊠awake.
The prince stepped back.
He said nothing.
He had no idea what he had done.
Snow White sat up.
She looked at him.
She looked at the sky.
She looked at the trees.
And then, she smiled.
Because it was not a kiss.
Not magic.
Not a prince with power.
It was something much more rare.
Someone who saw herâŠ
without wanting to keep her.
Someone who cameâŠ
to understand, not to take.
đ Chapter 7: The Ending Thatâs Not in the Books
Snow White walked again.
This time, not through the forest.
But back to the castle.
Not as a lost girl.
Not as a princess in a glass box.
She returned⊠as herself.
The people saw her.
They couldnât believe it.
ââSheâs alive.â
ââShe came back.â
But Snow White didnât smile to be admired.
She walked with calm steps.
Her eyes were steady.
Her heart was open⊠but changed.
Inside the castle, the Queen stood alone.
Her mirror was broken.
Her crown was on the floor.
Her beauty was still thereâŠ
but it felt empty.
She looked into a piece of glass.
And whispered:
ââNow that Iâm not the most beautifulâŠ
who am I?â
Her voice trembled.
Her eyes were tired.
She had power. She had gold.
But she had lost herself.
Snow White entered the room.
The Queen turned.
She expected revenge.
A fight. Anger. Tears.
But Snow White stood still.
She looked at the womanâŠ
and said only this:
ââYou are someone who can still change.â
Silence filled the room.
The Queen sat down.
She didnât speak.
But a tear rolled down her cheek.
That was the first truth she had shown in years.
Snow White didnât stay in the castle.
She gave the crown to the people.
She opened the gates.
The castle became a school.
A place to grow.
A place to listen.
A place for real stories.
The seven men visited sometimes.
The prince returned too.
Not to ask for her hand.
But to share tea.
And talk.
There was no wedding.
No ball.
No âhappily ever after.â
Only life.
And healing.
And new beginnings.
The kingdom learned something new:
Beauty is not what you see in the mirror.
Itâs how you show up in the world.