A/N: This is just a story line that I had in mind for a while. This is my first fan fiction, so please go easy with me with the reviews. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not OUaT. All rights go to their proper owners

Prologue

"There is nothing here that fits your description, love." The exhausted pirate threw himself on the nearest seat in the extravagant hall, now cluttered from Hook's search. Cora turned from the window to let her eyes survey, yet another room in shambles and still nothing. They had been in the castle for three days, searching what seemed countless rooms in the desolate castle. Though there were many objects of precious value, not as many that resided in the dark castle but enough to be considered a fine collection, the white globe was not among the rest.

"Well, then we will have to continue searching, won't we?"

"We? There is no we here, all you been doing for the last few days is telling me what room to look in for some stupid globe!" Hook was then knocked back into the chair by a blast of purple magic, tipping it over and sending him crashing to the ground.

"I would advise you not to shout at me, you wouldn't want to end up as a toad or something less desirable would you?", Cora asked as she walked past Hook still trying to get his bearings.

"Well," he said as brushed the dust from his leather coat, "We could pay a visit to the lady of the house and ask again." A smile crept to Cora's lips.

"Yes. It seems we need to be a little bit more… persuasive this time." The girl would not give in so easily and Cora knew this. The feisty woman had a temper like fire and a resolve as strong as dragon scales.

At least I'll have the pleasure breaking her spirit, she thought as she and Hook walked, or in his case limped, down to the dungeons where the prisoner in her own house was kept.

A young woman huddle in the darkness of the gloom, wrapped in her cloak to ward of the chill from the dungeon. For three days she sat in her cell, listening to her captors rummage through the rooms of her home. Her bright green eyes darkened at the thought of that damned pirate and her thoughts turned to murder as she thought of Cora, the heartless wretch, walking through the grand halls of the castle.

The woman moved to stand up and walk towards the door. Caught in her thoughts, her hand brushed over a scar that stretched from her collarbone to the top of her left breast. She could still feel the cold sting of the dagger, the pain of it cutting her sun kissed skin and to make the memory worst she could still see Cora's face, a cold smile on her face as she moved the dagger. She had wanted to scream but the wretch's spell kept her silent, quite so no one would her scream as she would take her heart out the worst way possible.

She snapped back into reality when she felt pain shoot through her realizing that her nails had left scratches over her faint scar. She cursed under her breath as she went back to sit in her corner, scolding herself for getting worked up over a memory. That incident had taken place years ago and she was saved from Cora's wrath.

But now she was once again a prisoner to her. She looked down at her wrist to glare at the single leather cuff that prevented her from preforming magic. For all the days she had been down there she had tried so many ways to remove it. But no matter what she did the damn thing would not come off!

If I can't get this stupid cuff off soon, I swear to the gods I will start chewing my wrist off!,she thought looking at the cuff as if it were a poisonous snake. Gods if I can get this off I can escape, if I can escape I can save my love. Just the thought her true love sent her heart flying, his deep rich voice saying her name and his liquid silver eyes looking over her face as he brought her close, his soft lips just brushing hers, daring her to make the next move. A few tears ran down her cheeks as she thought of him now, stone cold and still.

They had been on their way to Snow's castle when her love had heard something up the road a ways. She had tried to convince him that it was nothing, but he insisted that she stayed where she was and that he would check out the noise and the urged his grey stallion, Pericles, forward in the direction that it came from with his sword drawn. She had waited patiently on the back of her black charger, Nightshade, who began to act like he smelt something wrong. She was about to call out to him when she heard Pericles whinny followed by angry yell. Fear surged through her body as she dug her heels into the sides of Nightshade, causing him to race up the forest path the other had taken just minutes before. As the horse raced up the path, a vine shot out of a nearby tree just in time to have the rider run into it and send her flying of the horse who continued down the road. She landed painfully on the ground, the breath being knocked out her lungs and her head pounding. She struggled to get to her feet, but she managed to stand as well as to summon a sword. She expected her attacker to on her already, but instead of some unknown bandit facing her she stood face to face to with statue, who was also brandishing a sword. The marble face was filled with anger, but it was a face that she knew by heart from his distinguished nose to the imprint of the scar that reached from the corner of his right eye into his hair line.

This can not be happening, she thought as she started towards him but then her surroundings went black as she felt a pain in the back of her head. She had woken up later to find herself in the dungeons of her own castle with the one-handed pirate staring at her like she was an insect that needed to be study, and her worst nightmare standing at the door of the cell, her brown eyes burning with hate.

" I will save you my love," the woman whispered in the dark of her prison. Her hand crept to the heart pendent that hung around her neck. "I will save you, Hades."

Suddenly, she heard the large doors that lead to down to the cells. She was at the bars of her cell in an instant, in time to see Hook and Cora come in front of her cell.

One look at the her and she was back to considering gnawing off her wrist. At least then I could hurt her. Maybe I could turn her into a spider, or a snail. I can just imagine the sound of her shell crunching as my boot comes down. Oh gods, I have been around 'Stiltskien to much. She forced herself to focus when Cora's voice broke through her thoughts.

"I believe that it's time we have another lovely discussion, don't you think so?," she asked a sneer visible on her face in the darkness. Green eyes met the brown eyes in the dim light, both burning with hatred for the other.

"You and your pirate can to go Hell, because no matter what you say or do, I am not saying where the globe is."

"Oh, on the contrary, I believe you are going to tell me where it is, unless you want your king to become a pile of rubble."

"If you touch him, I swear on the river Styx, I'll drag you down to the underworld myself."

"That won't be happening any time soon with that bracelet still on your wrist. I have two days until my daughter cast the curse and I have no time to waste and neither do you. If you tell me where it is I'll let you go and you can go to your husband, I'll even provide a way to turn him back into his normal cold self. If you don't you can sit here and have the curse take you."

By now the prisoner's face had paled, but she still looked at the Queen of Hearts face, wishing to wrap her hands around her neck and choke her until there was not a breath left.

"You've left me no choice now haven't you, Cora?" The venom from her words made the older sorceress smile in triumph.

"Do we have a deal, Queen Persephone?"