Happy Valentine's Slay ( A Grimm Diaries Prequel 10.5 )

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Happy Valentine’s Slay
    As told by the Willie Winkie
     
     
    Dear Readers of the Prequels,
     
    I am Sandman Grimm. The real one.
    I know the Queen of Sorrow played a little game on you with one of her devious diaries. I was surprised that most of you didn’t figure it out. Why would I, Keeper of Dreams & Sealer of the Books of Sand write a diary? I wasn’t there when all this happened. I was only hired my Morpheus, the King of Dreams, to collect the diaries and present them to you. I did my best to only include the stories that ring true in the main diaries but the prequels, well, I was never sure.
    A wise man once said the fact that everyone lies is a universal truth, the only variable is about what – one day I’ll tell you who that wise man is.
    So, a lot of characters lie in the prequels.
    Why?
    For many reasons; some lie to keep their dark identity from you, some lie to protect themselves, and some lie to protect others. All these lies could have been avoidable if the incidents following Snow White’s sixteenth birthday didn’t happen – which is too soon to talk about now. How would you understand the incident, and its aftermath, if you don’t know about the characters and their motives?
    To give you a small hint: it all really starts with the day, according to the fabricated lies of the Brothers Grimm, when the Queen of Sorrow sent for a huntsman to kill Snow White.
    Don’t let the beautiful Queen fool you. She did desire Snow White dead, and that’s a fact. If you read the original texts of the Brothers Grimm, which weren’t forged so much yet, you’d come about crazy details describing how the Queen wanted to cook and eat Snow White’s liver and heart. Some of you might relate to the fact that she wanted to rip out her heart. Maybe the heart was what caused Snow White’s beauty or darkness. Or maybe the Queen wanted to make sure no one could resurrect Snow white again. The strongest spell couldn’t bring someone back to life without their heart. Although all the suggestions above aren’t true, what some of you might really question is why the Queen wanted to eat Snow White’s liver?
    Why the liver?
    I know chicken liver tastes good with two drops of lemon and some exotic sauce.
    Was Snow White a chicken?
    Of course not. I am just a silly old Sandman who likes to pretend he’s funny. Believe me, reading so many diaries messed with my head.
    But then again, why the liver?
    I can’t say I don’t know the answer because I do, and it makes perfect sense, logical and historical. I just prefer you discover the truth when you read the main diaries.
    Whether the Queen had the right to want to kill her daughter or not, will up to you to judge.
    So back to me…
    Some of you might wonder if you can trust me, having been fooled in the Queen’s diary, Jawigi, when she used a spell and transformed herself so that she looked like me, and fooled Jacob Carl Grimm.
    Well, I thought about it all night, and I decided to tell you a little something about my real name, which very, very few know. If you ever read a diary, claiming it’s me writing to you and I don’t mention my real name, then you’ll know it’s not me.
    Before I tell you about my real name, which many of you will be surprised to have known long ago, I need you to promise me to keep it a secret. The power of names is a dangerous thing. Most of us in Sorrow have dual identities. Knowing them puts us in great danger.
    My real name is Wee Willie Winkie.
    Wait!
    Don’t laugh.
    I was a kid like many of you were, or still are, a long time ago. Before being promoted to the job of a Sandman, my job was to make sure children slept at the right time every night. They even wrote a nursery rhyme about me:
     
    Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
    Up stairs and down stairs in his night-gown,
    Tapping at the window, crying at the lock,
    Are the children in their bed, for it's past ten o'clock?
     
    My name was Willie Winkie, and the children hoorayed

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