Author: naturerocs PM
The story of Snow & Alcott's daughter, beautiful & independent Autumn. When she's kidnapped & needs to get home as soon as possible, she gets some help from the dwarves. She meets a dashing con artist, greedy slave traders, and an even deadlier enemy. Along the way, she'll make new friends, and maybe even fall in love? It's a tale of adventure, romance, and humor, of course!Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure/Romance - Butcher & Napoleon - Chapters: 4 - Words: 6,679 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 12 - Updated: 11-10-12 - Published: 07-25-12 - id: 8359196
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Alright, so I absolutely loved the movie, and almost right away, I started thinking this up! So, it might be a little short, but I'm still thinking up some of the details. Hope you like it!
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful, strong, independent princess who lived in the kingdom of Vaudeville (the vaudeville acts are named after this kingdom, because of everyone singing and dancing). This princess had many hard times in life. Her mother died in childbirth, her father disappeared for years when she was young, and she was raised by her evil stepmother. Thankfully, she was able to defeat her evil stepmother and take back the kingdom, and save her father, with the help of a strong, handsome prince (whom she later married) and seven dwarves (formerly thieves). But that's another story.
Anyways, after the princess, whose name, I should probably mention, is Snow White, and the prince, whose name was Alcott, got married, they had a beautiful baby girl. Unfortunately, the birth made Snow White very weak, yet they were just thankful that she didn't die, like her mother before her. This baby was just as beautiful as her mother was.
As was the custom, they waited a few months before naming her. By that time, they could already tell that the young princess was going to have beautiful auburn hair. Between that, and the fact that the baby was born in the fall, they decided to name her Autumn.
Now, Snow White decided that she didn't want her daughter to be completely defenseless, just in case the worst happened, and she had to fend for herself. So, as Autumn grew up, they taught her how to defend herself. They taught her how to swordfight, how to throw (rocks, knives, what have you), and her father even taught her how to shoot a bow and arrow. As a result, this princess grew up strong and independent, just like her mother.
Autumn also grew up with the love of horses, so every morning, she would go out for a ride. And this is where our story begins.
Autumn and Alcott stopped their horses in the clearing. Autumn looked at her father. "Something wrong?"
He looked at his horse and patted his mane. "I think Resquel's getting a bit tired. He is quite an old horse. I've had him since your mother and I got married." He smiled. "In fact, he was a wedding present from your grandfather."
Autumn smiled. "I know. I've heard those stories so many times, I've memorized them."
He laughed. "Well, hopefully, you won't have to go through any of those types of stories yourself."
She sighed. "Yeah, I won't have any excitement in my life. It'll just be boring."
"Yeah, well, don't go looking for 'excitement'. You know how your mother worries."
"She doesn't worry. You worry. Mother just has a heart condition, and you don't help much with all your worrying."
He looked at her. "I am not worrisome!"
She gave him a look. "It took Mother and me how many years to finally convince you to teach me how to handle a sword? You were worried that I'd cut off a finger or something."
"Yeah, well, you're a girl, and…"
She looked at him.
"And…I was wrong, and I should have known that, since you're a girl, that you'd be more careful. And learn faster. And be better at it…"
She laughed. "Alright, you can stop. I won't tell Mother you almost slipped up like that."
He sighed exaggeratedly. "Thank you! Well, I think Resquel's had enough. I'm going to head back. Will you be alright?"
She raised an eyebrow at him.
"I know, I know. I worry too much. I'll see you back at the castle."
She smiled. "Alright, Daddy."
He turned and rode the other way, and Autumn looked around. She sighed. "So boring." She took the reins again and headed deeper into the forest.
After a while, she spotted something in a clearing. It looked like a dog. She frowned. It looked hurt. She got off and put the reins around a branch, and walked into the clearing.
The dog was holding one paw closer to him and kept licking it. She kneeled down. "Oh, what's wrong? Did you get a thorn in it?"
Suddenly, the dog looked up, and ran off the other way.
She frowned. "Okay. That was weird." She started to get up, when she felt something hit her across the head, and everything went black.
She slowly opened her eyes and winced. She had a huge headache. Her vision cleared and she stared up at seven men looking at her. Her eyes widened and she jumped and headed for her sword.
One of the men pointed his sword at her. "Nice try."
She stared at him and looked around at the other men. They were short. Really short. In fact, they were dwarves. One had narrow eyes and looked like he was from one of the far east countries, one was a little chubby, one was bald, one was wearing a hat (he was the only one smiling at her), one had a goatee, one was dressed in animal furs, and the last one was a little more well-dressed than the others.
She straightened up (which wasn't that easy because the ceiling was a little low). "Who are you and what do you want?" She had been taught not to reveal that she was a princess, because that could lead into a whole other mess of things, like getting the idea to hold her for ransom.
The bald one nodded toward the others. "We're dwarves."
"I can see that."
He frowned. "I wasn't finished. You better watch your attitude. I don't like sarcasm unless it's comin' from me."
The well-dressed one looked at her. "You're welcome for saving your life, by the way."
She looked at him. "What do you mean? You're not the ones who hit me over the head?"
The first one gave her a look. "Do you really think we could?"
The chubby one shrugged. "Well, we've got the…" He stopped as all the other dwarves shushed him. He shook his head. "Never mind."
The well-dressed one looked back at her. "We saved you from the slave traders."
She stared at him. "Slave traders? There aren't any slave traders in this kingdom!"
He looked at her confused. "What kingdom do you think you're in?"
They all smiled. The one with the hat looked at her. "Hey, that's where we're from! Nice place! Good rulers."
She looked at him. "You're talking like we're somewhere else."
The well-dressed one nodded. "Yeah, we're in Caramish."
She stared at him. "What? That's a three-month trip across the ocean!"
"How long have I been gone? My parents are gonna be worried sick! They're gonna think I'm dead! My mother can't handle that! It could kill her! How long have I been gone? What's the date?"
He looked at a calendar. "Uh, the fifth day of Welmin."
She frowned. "That's today."
"Yeah, that's what I just said."
"No, I mean, that was the date I got hit over the head. That makes a lot more sense, cause I don't care how hard you hit me, I wouldn't have been knocked out for three months."
The bald one frowned. "But then how would you have gotten here so fast?"
"I don't know! But that means there must be a way back that fast, because if I'm not back home by tonight, then my parents are gonna know something's wrong, and then my dad's gonna start worrying, and my mother has a heart condition, and she's already pretty weak, and this is gonna stress her out!"
He walked away and put his sword up. "Well, good luck with that!"
She stared at him and sighed. She should have figured they wouldn't help her. They were probably just a bunch of scoundrels, anyway. "Fine, but can you at least tell me who the slave traders are? They must know how to get back that fast."
The well-dressed one frowned. "Hold on…"
The bald one looked at him. "Oh, come on! You're not seriously suggesting we should help her!"
"Just wait! Who does she remind you of?"
He looked at her and shrugged. "No one! I've never seen her before!"
"Hold on! Look at her again. Now picture her with black hair, same eyes, paler skin, and same outfit, except the shirt's blue and off the shoulder, and the vest is a little fancier."
The one with the goatee smiled. "Snow!"
They all looked at her and smiled.
She stared at them. "What do you mean 'snow'?"
The well-dressed one looked at her. "Snow White. She's the princess of Vaudeville. Any relation?"
She looked at him. "Uh, yeah, she's my mother."
The bald one crossed his arms. "Hold on, you said your mother was weak. Snow White is not weak."
"Well, she didn't use to be, but childbirth really took it out of her. It kind of runs in the family. Her mother died in childbirth."
"And your father's the stupid prince?"
She smiled a little. "I think he would resent that."
"Sounds like him."
The well-dressed one looked at the bald one. "Well?"
He looked at him. "You really think I'm gonna be able to say no to her?"
She smiled. "My parents did mention that my mother had seven friends who helped her and taught her how to fight and everything, but they never mentioned that you were…" She stopped before saying dwarves as they all looked at her. "Uh…so…uh, young!" She laughed a little nervously. "Uh, I expected you all to be like around my grandfather's age, but you're…younger."
The bald one nodded. "Nice save." He looked at everyone and clapped his hands together. "Well, let's get going."
The well-dressed one stopped them. "Wait, wait, wait! We haven't even introduced ourselves!" He looked at Autumn and started pointing around the room. "That's Wolf," he pointed at the one dressed in animal skins, who waved, "that's Grimm," the one with the goatee waved, "that's Half Pint," the one with the hat, "that's Butcher," the bald one, "that's Grub," the chubby one, "and that's Chuck, or Chuckles." The narrowed-eyed one laughed a little and waved. "Oh, and I'm Napoleon."
She smiled and nodded. "Nice to meet you all. Oh, and I'm Autumn."
Half Pint laughed. "First Snow White, now Autumn? What are you gonna name your kid, Rose? You know, cause of spring?"
She looked at him. "They named me that because I was born in the autumn, and my hair color reminded them of the leaves in autumn."
He looked at her. "Oh. Sorry."
Butcher rolled his eyes. "Now can we leave?"
Napoleon gestured to the door, and they all went out the door. Napoleon stopped and looked at Autumn. "Ladies first."
She smiled and grabbed her sword and went out.
Alright, so there's the first chapter! Hope you liked it! Please review!