The cryptic grey color of the fog tones cruelly with the dark shade of tree trunks. Up is all grey and down is all dirty. Hours of walking hasnít gotten her a groan for exhaustion. Her swelling feet are crying in the jewelry boots she once ordered to make them from the rubies of the high mountain cave. Their brilliance is stained muddy. It saddens her to see them in that form, more than she cares about her own situation; held by a malicious witch without food and without rest. She is walking in front of her and hasnít checked back on her since they have started to walk. Sometimes she throws a look at the corner of the way and hears voices from trees that quietly call her their way. Maybe the witch will not notice her only if she steps down the way slowly and calmly. But with those boots the farthest path she can escape is a few trees past the road, and the witch will catch her before she can disappear in the fog. A Little meantime is all that she needs to catch a deep breath, take off her boots, and gently heads it out of the way and into the woods, all without making a sound. Every moment seems to be the right moment to act. From the beginning of their way to this very point, sheís been stuck with herself to do it. But every time she sucks the air into her chest, she stifles herself from doing it. "Youíve been quiet, princess. What you have in mind must be quite disturbing. Let go of it." Says the Witch. "I have nothing in mind." Snow replies gently. Her tone argues with her words. The conflict of her thoughts quells in a sudden. "Then what makes you break a sweat in the silent?" She asks her and purses her mouth gently in a self-known smirk. The princess swallows, she hears the water as it pushes down her throats forcefully, she senses her muscles as they tremble lightly. "The man I wanted to be the king of my life has preferred another woman to me, Iíve been dragged away from my home and kingdom and spent a night hanging from my legs. My feet are aching and Iím hungry. Now youíre asking why I am anxious. Perhaps you expect me to shed some tears of joy?" Snow hides the motives behind her complaining tone and says. Red sneers. "So you wanted him." She says. "I wondered why would a princess from a great land desire to marry a poor prince?" Snow brings a frown to her face. "I love him!" She says. "It was not love, princess. Donít even try to muck my mind with words about love. Your man asked me to take care of a woman who had set an army to his borders. He offered me a countless amount of gold and gems. Thereís only one possibility that a kingdom that small and with no army can hold so much gold. She says and turns back to give her a meaningful glare. Snow stops and crosses eyes with her. "The Bronze kingdom is where the entire wealth of the Five Brothers is stored. A credit union for the Broad Kingdoms. I say, clever choice, princess. If you married that man you could sit on the greatest riches of this land and beyond, which would have gotten you the power to overrule them all." Red's voice lowers at the end. She is looking at her with the eyes that admire not the eyes that blame. Hearing it from a wicked witch or a pure cleric of god, it never makes Snow feel a bit guilty for being malevolently selfish. She does what she desires. What or who it is that she destroys for it has no place in her mind to be mattered. "You are a witch who murders people." Says Snow. "How many have you killed? I kill one at a time, you destroy an entire kingdom. The difference between you and me is that I kill for a living, you kill for more power." Red says into her face with a bit of a disgust in her voice. Snow has never really thought about it. The feeling that takes over her is a strange one. She does not regret nor is sad. But the same time her anger is attached with a painful feeling like eating crows. Something she never felt before. Shame. "You and I both know, Wolves are not necessarily animals with formidable looks and vicious behavior. There are more wolves in the man than there are in the wild." Says Red. All so suddenly a wail rises in the distance. It comes from farther off that road. Voice of a girl that screams like sheís being tortured. It wildly continues and captures them both to look up to the way. Snow wonders as well as the wailing tingles her spine. "A young girl. Thereís a wildness to her... she has limits in her body movements. She struggles hard but itís useless. Can you hear the softness in her voice?" Red says while Snow is striking inside of her own skin. "Are you crazy? A woman is being tortured to death." Snow frightfully says. "Whatís wrong, princess? Do you feel her?" Red asks her ridiculously calm. "Of course not. We must pull out of this way and run for our lives." Says Snow. "You donít disappoint me. But you canít run. You feel it already, donít you?" Red gives her a vague smile. Snow feels herself in a notch. She wants to flee but her legs donít follow her. Not that she doesnít feel them, they donít feel her. "All this way long, you have been striking with yourself to break out of the way, but you couldnít." She says. "What have you done to me?" Snow asks her with distress. "Even if I tell you, thereís nothing you can do about it. You are bound to my will. And you will help me get that girl."