Hey, I'm starting another story without finishing my first. I know. SCANDALOUS! but anyway, I love this show, and I hope all you enjoy. I do not own ouat.
"KILLIAN JONES!" I look up, chuckling. She's mad. A pretty black haired girl with blue eyes storming angrily towards me. My precious daughter, Baelie. A name chosen by her mother, no doubt honoring Baelfire's memory. She was only thirteen, but she is extremely intelligent, independent, and absolutely adored by everyone. And not to mention how well her magic lessons were going with her mother, Emma. She is excellent with her dagger which she now swung through the air as she charged through the house.
"Daddy, please, can't teach that horrid boy a lesson?! Just a few punches, and maybe a kick to his-" she stopped abruptly as her mother walked in the room carrying a tray of hot chocolate sprinkled with cinnamon.
"Baelie, whats all the fuss about now? You and Robin didn't have a fight did you?" Robin was the child of Robin hood and zelena, the sister of Baelie's godmother. Baelie throws herself into her chair and twirls her dagger between her fingers. A cute habit, she does it whenever something's bothering her, and she probably doesn't notice she's doing it.
"Its nothing really, just some boy being a pest." Emma and I share a glance. She looks worried, but i find this amusing. Emma is the first to speak.
"A boy? What boy?" she questions. Baelie flicks her wrist and the knife flies through the air, and out the window. I sneak a glance and see a perfect bullseye in the center of her archery target. She hadn't even looked when she threw it. I chuckle.
"Well lass, don't keep your mother waiting." she gives me a look that to anyone else would be terrifying.
"Ruby and Dorothy's adoptive son, Chase." she says grudgingly. "He's been teasing me all semester. This time he went too far." I was intrigued.
"And what happened?" I ask, leaning forward in my seat. She glares at the door.
"Sweetheart?" said Emma, her voice laced with worry. I was beginning to feel on edge myself… whenever Bae got this way, she spiraled out of control. Her anger got the best of her, and she became uncontrollable, using her magic to throw things across the room, slam doors, and wreak havoc on anyone who did her wrong. But this time she seemed to collect herself in time.
"He called me a princess. He cut out a picture of my face and pasted it on your wedding picture mom. I AM NOT A PRINCESS." she looks furious.
"I need some air," she declares, jumping up from the table, and charging out the door.