Once upon a twist.

The woods

  Footsteps cracked stuff autumn leaves. Boots of leather crunching sticks, leaves and occasionally flowers. Long legs, sided by a sword, moved quickly, trying to reach their destination. An ivory hand held the handle. Thick fogged breathe, as the figure ran, made large imprintations, on the shaded thick woods. Late afternoon, and Maxima ran, the cloak on her back and head, fluttering behind her.
   "Where? Where? Where?!" The silken voice asked, hurried and ragged from lack of breathe. She was on a mission. To hide, to find something? Only she knew.
   Her feet stomped the ground, yet making little noise at all.
Then she saw it, the castle she was looking for. She took the cloak from her head, revealing curled horns, and walked towards it. Her eyes took in the Ivy, and she knew that inside, was what she looked for.

She made her way up the ivy, her mind full of the treasure that waited inside. "A treasure so great it couldn't be spoken of." She smiled as she whispered it aloud.
   Max pulled her way into the cold tower, eyes looking around. She stood, eyes fixed on the bed in the middle. "Huh?" She whispered, surprised. Her boots made little noise on the ground, eyes full of excitement.
  She pulled back the curtains, to reveal a white haired boy. His hair paler than his skin, which was Snow White. He had interesting dress, leggings and a white tunic.
   She leaned over him, running fingers through his poofy hair. "You're beautiful." She whispered in his ear.
   "Thanks. I missed you." He replied quietly, waking from a slumber that had kept him from the world for hundreds of years.