Author's note: Hi. I started up a new account, just so I could post this story for my friend without anyone I know reading my other stories on my main account. I know, a used the little poem/song thing from the original story of Rumpletiltskin, deal with it.

-Prologue

A woman, tall and slender, looked out the small cottage window to find a small artic fox trying to climb up the golden apple tree a ways out from her house. The woman smiled at the little display of bravery, her ruby red lips thinning, perfectly straight white teeth showing. Getting up from the pale pink tuffet in the middle of the room, she walked to the spinning wheel, by the window.

Settling herself behind the wheel, she leaned over to a large basket of straw to the right of her. She set her work and began to sing to the gentle whirling of the wheel.

"Round about, round about,

Lo and behold!

Reel away, reel away,

Straw into gold!"

Looking out the window, to the small fox, she continued her song.

"Round about, round about,

Lo and behold!

Reel away, reel away,

Straw into gold!"

As the straw passed and wound on the spinning wheel, it glowed a shimmering a bright gold. Every few spins of the wheel, and a large gold flake fell from the straw, and into a metal mold on the dusty floor. The woman's green eyed stare fixed on the dirty white of the fox's pelt.

Outside the window, the fox had managed to climb up to the lowest branch on the dimly glowing tree. Almost falling off the tree, due to melting snow, the fox grabbed onto the nearest apple and pulled on it. When the apple separated with its stem, it started glowing. Unbalanced, the fox fell from the tree, facing the pale blue sky above. As soon as he hit the ground, the apple came tumbling after him. Mid-air the apple burst into a million shimmering gold flakes. As they flittered down onto the fox and surrounding snow, they attached to anything and everything near, and ate away at it.

The fox scrambled around trying to get the flakes off him. They burned through his white fur and flesh, after a hectic moment of scrambling on the ground, the fox screamed in agony as the golden flakes ate at his organs.

From the cottage the woman smiled a tender smile at the terrible display before her. She had spent so many years perfecting her magic apple tree. As she finished her song, and the gentle whirl of the spinning wheel faded, the small arctic fox at the tree's stump stopped moving.

Author's note: I know it's short, but this is only the prologue. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I'm never going to finish this story if you don't, and I have a LOT more.

P.S. You can lease a guest review, anonymous, I don't care just review.