Whitewater — Mirror Mirror on the Wall, who's the fairest of them all?

Toes hung over the edge of the falls, water parted by her slender legs. Jump. She was supposed to jump...Maliha looked to her sister/s for reassurance. Her long-flowing tail reaches out to intertwine with her/their own. Then back down to the dark pit in front of them. They were left with no choice but to obey. All because of the Queen's jealousy of their looks...looks that had brought them much pain in life. She could feel the hot breath of the Coywolf behind them. Expectantly waiting, potentially ready to push them over. Mali wanted to go on her own terms. She did not want to die at the paws of another, not in a cowardly way such as this. "I love you."

Her final words as she sprung forth, diving off the sheer drop into utter darkness. It consumed her so that she could not even see the shimmering silver of her pelt, nor any light for that matter. The man above shouted out after her, his words echoing over the roaring waters Be free of your curse. This was it. She would faceplant into the rocks below and there would be nothing more. Instead of screaming, wailing, and sobbing she shut her eyes to embrace death with grace. 

Her body did not collide with jagged stone, but instead plunged into cold waters. She gasped, fighting against the current to pull herself up. Her eyes opened and stung. Everything was suddenly so bright. She could see trees upon trees lining the shore. Helplessly she fought against the current, being pulled under and back up several times. Gasping for air each time her muzzle broke free of the river. She couldn't cry out for help as her body was swept off in the rapids.