Snow White looked over at where Aurora was sleeping and bit her lip, she hadn't been able to go to bed and was left with only her thoughts for company. She thought about her name and inwardly scoffed, who named their child Snow White? She didn't deserve having friend's like Cindy and Aurora. She had stolen from people who hadn't deserved what she had done to them, her thoughts went to the mother she hadn't known. Out of habit her hands went to the locket she wore around her neck, inside there was a portrait of her long dead mother. Snow White wished she had known her mother's name, or something but from what Snow White had been able to glean from the people who worked there her mother had died in a chemical fire. Her hand traced the raised W on her palm and winced, she wondered if her mother would have approved of the things she had done. Whenever Snow White came back from a successful raid her father would hug her and call her his Snowy Angel she snorted. She was hardly an angel, and she was so longer as pure as her name suggested thanks to that guard who had... taken her. She had done things she wasn't proud of and now she was somewhere hidden from the rest of the world with no way to escape.
