Ingles

Once upon a time... there lived an unhappy young girl. Unhappy she was, for her mother was dead, her father had married another woman, a widow with two daughters, and her stepmother didn't like her one little bit. All the nice things, kind thoughts and loving touches were for her own daughters. And not just the kind thoughts and love, but also dresses, shoes, shawls, delicious food, comfybeds, as well as every home comfort. All this was laid on for her daughters. But, for the poor unhappy girl, there was nothing at all. No dresses, only her stepsisters' hand-me-downs. No lovely dishes, nothing but scraps. No nice rests and confort.
|Queen:|
|SLAVE IN THE MAGIC MIRROR, |
|COME FROM THE FARTHEST SPACE,|
|THROUGH WIND AND DARKNESS |
|I SUMMON THEE.|
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|[ Wind Howling ]|
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|SPEAK ! |
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|[ Thunderclap ] |
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|LET ME SEE THY FACE. |
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|Mirror: |
|WHAT WOULDST THOU KNOW, MY QUEEN ?...