Fairy Tales (Obra Maestra)
She was his Snow White -- his vision of perfection, materialized into the perfect weapon that will infiltrate the enemy lines. She was his Cinderella, who will come back to him when midnight starts calling. She was the Beauty that will assuage the Twin-Drive'd Beast.
But for now she was his Sleeping Beauty -- quiet, still, and ethereal. Eyes glowing gold, he placed his fingers to his lips, and pressed them against the glass of the stasis chamber. She opened her eyes...
Delivered by a witch in disguise, Celestial Being gladly bit into the poisoned apple without a second thought, poison slowly consuming it from the inside. It was only a matter of time, and a matter of a few measured steps as the A-Laws and Celestial Being danced ever closer to midnight. The Beast may have grown stronger, but it is the brightest stars that burn out fastest...
And yet it was he who was pricked by the spindle spinning with his pride and arrogance, while Snow White had been awakened by her prince, and yet his Cinderella did not come home. The Beast was vanquished, only to give way to the Prince he had crowned himself and who had come at last to vanquish him.
Ribbons Almark got his fairy tales wrong: there was no happily ever after, he realized too late that it was the good that triumphs over evil.