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The days of running now seemed almost endless to Snow White as she trampled through the Enchanted Forest. The trees were all starting to look the same, and the paths were blurring together in her mind. In fact, the whole last few weeks had been a blur. The sudden, mysterious death of her father, Regina forcing her out of the castle and plotting to have her killed, it was all too much to dwell on for very long, what she needed to do most was keep running. The wanted posters had started appearing in every village she came to, so she wasn’t too apt to stay for very long, for fear of being caught. She kept a hood over herself as protection, and was sure to check every post in town before staying long. But, she was reaching a point of exhaustion, and needed some food and a place to sit more than anything.
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The town ahead of her never looked more welcoming than it did at this very moment. She approached cautiously, trying to find any remnants of wanted ads with her face on them. But…could it be they hadn’t reached this place yet? It was fairly deep into the enchanted forest, maybe she actually had a chance here. Hesitantly, she headed towards the local tavern, prying open the door carefully. The warm light hit her face and scent of delicious food wafted towards her; it was almost like a spell was dragging her inside. She quickly exchanged a few coins she had managed to steal from a Queen’s guard for a plate of tasty looking food and proceeded to dig in ravenously. She couldn’t remember the last time she actually had a prepared meal. When she was done, she noticed a woman sitting at a table in the corner, who seemed to be…reading palms? Or telling fortunes? Whatever she was doing, Snow was deeply curious to find out. She made her way over as soon as the last customer left, and prayed the woman wouldn’t recognize her face. If she could get even a glint of happiness in her future right now, she would take it.
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“Hello Miss, are you…are you reading fortunes?” She inquired hesitantly, “I’d love to know what else life has in store for me.” Snow sat down in front of her with an expectant, yet tired look on her face.



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<div class="sunshinelyrics1">@NADYA SMITH. hope this is okay! <3</div>
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Mary Margaret sat in the hallway of the hospital, waiting for her volunteer shift to begin. Her day-to-day routine at this point in her life was pretty dull, but she didn’t exactly mind it. It was almost like it was the only thing she knew. She liked teaching, she really did. There was nothing more satisfying than helping one of her adorable little fourth graders succeed, but it seemed more and more like those days were fewer and far between. So, she took solace in her work at the hospital. It was funny, she quite liked helping people, so her volunteer work never truly felt like work to her. Rather, it was an escape. Not too many people she knew of would treat a hospital as an escape, but there she was, sitting in the hallway, anticipating her next patient and just how she might be able to help them.
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This whole excitement surrounding volunteering had absolutely nothing to do with David. Of course not. That was the name of the handsome man she had practically personally brought out of a coma. Okay, well, not exactly, there was probably some sort of logical explanation for what had happened that night, but that was what her fantasy, at least. Her eagerness to speak with him and read to him, and make some sort of mark in his life had only increased daily, and tonight was no exception. Lost in her thoughts, she was jolted back into reality as her head turned towards the source of the loud voice down the hall.


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<h1>mary margaret blanchard</h1>
<h2>32 years old. 4th grade teacher. heroes. ginnifer goodwin. snow white. snow white.</h2>
<h3>rach. 24. pst. pm.</h3>
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<div class="appSubTiFree" style="margin-bottom: 10px;"> happy birthday. </div><blockquote>
A birthday was usually a happy celebration, but for Snow, it was a day to reflect on the loss of her dear mother. She had always taught her to be kind, and a particular moment with her handmaid Johanna always remained in her heart. Her mother had reminded her that kindness was not reserved only for those of her equivalent station, but for everyone in the kingdom, regardless of status. A good, kind heart was the only way to be a successful ruler, and a happy soul. She treasured the tiara her mother had bestowed on her that day for the rest of her life, always remembering her words of compassion and empathy. It was a shock to the entire kingdom when the queen became inexplicably ill, and passed away within days, on her daughter’s birthday. Yes, it was a day Snow would never forget.

</blockquote><div class="appSubTiFree" style="margin-bottom: 10px;"> savior. </div><blockquote>
She could hardly hold the reigns any tighter as the horse beneath her leapt forward in terrifying, fast bounds across the fields outside her father’s estate. Snow feared this ride on the wild horse would be her end, that is until the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, well, since her mother, somehow saved her life. She swept her off the horse with ease, and Snow was absolutely sure in that moment, she had a new role model, replacing the mother she missed daily. She had a brilliant plan, and pleaded her father to make her wishes of a new mother come true. But, when she saw Regina kissing her servant boy so passionately, her heart almost broke again. She could not separate the lovers, but selfishly, she was devastated at the death of her dream. When she heard Cora’s words about mothers, she knew she couldn’t let Regina live without hers, the same way she had done. No one should have to grow up without a mother, even an almost grown woman. So, she did what she thought was best, and informed Cora about Regina’s truest love.

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</blockquote><div class="appSubTiFree" style="margin-bottom: 10px;"> loss. </div><blockquote>
It wasn't long before she was completely alone. Her father, the last bit of family she had left, was gone. She had seen the hatred in Regina's heart grow day by day, and she was sure this bitter feud developing between them would come to no good, for either of them. She knew the knight with her on that walk in the woods was not there for her protection, but there to take her heart. However, once he saw it was pure as snow, he knew he had to spare it. With that act of kindness, she knew she would one day have to repay the man if she could. But, it also showed her there was no good left in the darkened heart of the new Queen.

</blockquote><div class="appSubTiFree" style="margin-bottom: 10px;"> hunted. </div><blockquote>
Lost without a home, she took to the road as a bandit, robbing from only the Queen's guard to stay alive. Or, graciously accepting any food and shelter she was offered by her incredible citizens. This was rightfully her kingdom, after all. When the Queen began her hunt for Snow, accusing her of false crimes and spreading lies about her horrible ways, food and shelter became much harder to come by. She still spent her days squatting in various villiages, just trying to befriend all those around her. It was completely by accident she met the man who would change her life forever. She was positive the carriage was one of the Queen's, it just had such similar markings and an aura about it that screamed royalty. However, when Prince James appeared instead of a Queen's guardsman, she was thrown off her task. She sarcastically gave him the name of "Prince Charming" instead, finding that much more fitting for his effeite ways. It wasn't until she discovered the real, inner David, that they fell passionately in love, and decided to take back the kingdom together.

</blockquote><div class="appSubTiFree" style="margin-bottom: 10px;"> i will always find you </div><blockquote>
Desperate for peace, Snow White and Regina arranged a meeting in the place where their conflict all began: the stables on Regina's family estate. Snow offered the metaphorical olive branch, and Regina bitterly refused, offering her an apple instead. This was no ordinary apple, but one infused with a never-ending sleeping curse, forcing its devourer to remain in a deep slumber for all of eternity. If she accepted the apple willingly, the Queen guaranteed her precious Prince Charming's safety and protection. Out of love, she accepted her fate and took a bite. It was only a mere matter of seconds before her body gave out from under her and dropped to the ground, the Queen's laughter ringing loudly in her ears as her eyes closed forever. Her seven dwarves were the first to find her and realize what she had done. In a great despair, they laid her to rest in a beautiful class cased coffin in the forest outside their loving little home they had all shared as friends. But, by some miracle, only moments later, her Prince had come. And, with true love's kiss, the curse was immediately broken. They would always find each other.

</blockquote><div class="appSubTiFree" style="margin-bottom: 10px;"> good always wins. </div><blockquote>

Now, the real war had begun. This was a time to choose a side of good versus evil, and Snow and Charming led their troops of volunteer citizens valiantly into the front. The side of good was prevailing, as it always did, but that did not mean it was time to take pause. No, it was time to push harder than ever against Regina's forces of evil. It wasn't long after they laid the perfect trap for Regina, and locked her away to finally win the war for good. And, even though her life was spared, Regina failed the test Snow had laid out for her to test if there was any goodness left in her heart. It saddened her to see it had darkened so completely, and she was banished to another land to live out her days for the rest of eternity.

</blockquote><div class="appSubTiFree" style="margin-bottom: 10px;"> happily ever after. </div><blockquote>
It was the happiest day of her life. Prince Charming was finally to be hers forever. Their wedding was a spectacular affair, and all throughout the kingdom were invited to witness the union of pure, true love. It was a rare sighting nowadays, but that was something Snow and Charming hoped to remedy now that the kingdom was theirs. This land of destitution and despair would become one of peace and happiness again. She looked at Charming with such awe and affection as she stood in her incredible white gown, nervously shaking with excitement. “I do,” had never come quite so easily out of her mouth as it did that day. But, when the audience was asked for objections, they did not expect the visitor they received: Regina. She clearly had gained her powers and her magic, and threatened all in the audience with a horrible, terrible story of a curse that was coming for them any minute. She informed Snow that she was never going to get this happy ending, and this incredible life was about to be ripped out from under her.


</blockquote><div class="appSubTiFree" style="margin-bottom: 10px;"> lost. </div><blockquote>

Mary Margaret Blanchard was known to most in Storybrooke as a quiet, timid schoolteacher. She loved her darling little fourth graders more than anything, and devoted herself entirely to their learning; they were the future, after all, and she wanted them all to have hearts of gold. Her spare time was spent developing projects for them to expand their minds, or volunteering at the local hospital. She was incredibly kind, and could never hurt a fly, but tended to completely avoid conflict at all costs, often at a detriment to herself. In her spare time at the hospital, she particularly liked to spend it reading to a certain John Doe coma patient, who she was completely infatuated with. Her humdrum, rather dull life was suddenly hit by a spark of imagination, and she spent her time fantasizing just who he might be, and what he could be like, once he woke up. But, the inevitable has just happened, and this fantasy has been shattered. He was already married. Trying to shove her inappropriately strong feelings for him away somewhere inside her, she’s immersed herself even more in her work, much to the dismay of her social life, and ponders just why the town mayor, Regina, despises her so. She’s not sure what she ever did to offend her, but if she could right that wrong, she’d do it in an instant.





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