This will be my only author's note so read up it's important.
Based off a prompt and gif set by lisqueen on tumblr. I was given permission to expand on it and make it a story.
Character (henry) death.
Spoilers up to 3x08 think lovely thoughts. After that I pick and choose what to include and not. They get back to storybrooke the same way, just with Henry dying and unable to save him.
I COMPLETELY FORGO ZELENA AND FROZEN PLOT LINES.
Evil!Regal, Evil!Emma
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the plot idea. =P
I'll be posting (trying for) once a week. Possibly on Mondays or Tuesdays.
Prologue
Her magic bubbled deep within her. The magic she never knew she had until it was needed, until it practically sprouted from her fingertips to save Storybrooke. She felt it—the change—the moment the black casket lowered into the ground as her son was swallowed whole by the Earth.
The change was dark and came from a place so deep within her that she had no doubt the darkness touched her to her very soul.
Evil is not born, it is made.
The fingers of her right hand pressed into her eyebrow as she willed the pain to stop, for the tears to stop. But it seemed the rivers down her cheeks were never ending. And her pain unyielding.
Her heart ached for her lost son.
It was without a doubt a beautiful ceremony, but she hurt too much to pay any attention to what her mother had arranged. Carnations and roses permeated the air with a sickly sweet smell and it took everything in her not to tear into every last one of them. The chaos the act would bring…sweet, sweet chaos.
She felt the chaos would bring her piece. No amount of good can muffle her child being stolen from her.
She was standing in front of the hole her son would forever rest in. There was a line of fairytale characters, turned real, waiting to give their condolences. She didn't remember standing.
If she didn't stop rubbing she'd lose an eyebrow.
She was furious with them. Every one of them. They didn't do anything. They just watched as Henry died. They didn't do anything. Henry was gone forever.
They didn't do anything.
They would suffer.
A hand pulled her from her thoughts and her incessant rubbing at an eyebrow. "Emma dear, you must play the part." A breath of a whisper tickled her ear. Regina squeezed her hand before letting go to accept the hand of another 'grieving' fairytale story.
Emma's mind reeled at the thought of playing a part. It was not who she was. She never hid behind a mask. But as hands reached out and patted her one by one, her mask fell into place.
At least one person understood.