Death of a Saviour
She watches them from afar, wondering, waiting. She knows she can't forgive them for what they have done to her. She knows she cannot let them back in—let anyone back in.
But somewhere, deep inside her dark, caged heart, she misses them.
Misses the family she once had. Misses her lover, her son, her parents...
But that's all gone. Vanished in a moment.
There was hope in Camelot—for a few, bright moments, she thought they would get through it all. She thought the darkness would be vanquished and she would live happily ever after for the rest of her days.
But her life is not a story. It's real.
She thinks she sees the pirate walking the dark streets at night, lost and alone. Sometimes she talks to him, but never once has she seen him without that strange look in his eyes. He is afraid—of her, or of the possibility they may never get the Saviour back—she doesn't know.
And her son, her little boy. He sometimes joins the one-handed man on his late-night walks, the two quietly talking into the night. She doesn't need to hear to know what they are talking about. He's scared too. She doesn't want him to be scared of her. He shouldn't be scared of her. But she knows that he is, and she can do nothing about it.
She sees Henry with her too. The Evil Queen. She pretends not to notice, but it's hard to forget the looks they share with one another, the soft, comforting touches. It is watching these moments of togetherness when the jealousy comes. It rises up within her in a wave of emotion. That should be her with her son. Not Regina.
She talks with her parents too sometimes. She goads them and mocks them, regaling them with tales of the pain and misery of her childhood—and blaming them for it. Of course she blames them. And she blames their little baby too. The one who will grow up with everything she never had.
All of them have tried to remember. All of them have asked her what happened in Camelot—why she despises them for it. But she won't tell them. And she knows they will never find out. They can't break this curse. For once, they can't win. Because this time, there is no Saviour.
The Saviour is dead.
And the Dark One is all that is left.