The Evil Queen stared at her young child with pride as she practiced applying make-up. Yes, Evie would be the perfect princess. She would have no weakness. Evie would be flawless. The Evil Queen would drill it in her head. She was already quite an impressive four-year-old, though. Evie could already make almost the whole isle smile on her whim.

The Evil Queen was sure that by the time her daughter was of age, she would be the most spell-binding girl around, the so-called "fairest". Evie would be a fair maiden locked away on these Isles and some dumb prince would come and rescue her. Then Evie would be in the life she deserved.

Evie wouldn't need to worry about anything, and she would already have the main princess duties under-wraps. After all, the Evil Queen had raised that brat Snowwhite into becoming a renowned queen. She was sure it would be even easier with her own flesh-and-blood daughter.

AN: So, I was really struggling on Evie. It is pretty easy to tell with how short this is. It is just that she already has such a good relationship with her mother, when compared to the others. I think I might eventually come back to this and maybe fix-it up or even add some more tales. Until then this is a finished little tiny story while I stumble through the mess of college and writer's block. :)

ENJOY! ~16crk 3