Summary: The daughter of Prince James and Jack the Slayer, Princess Elektra wants nothing to do with Snow, Emma and Charming. She chooses to make her own way in the world after Snow dethrones her grandfather. She runs away to have adventures and learn magic and catches the eyes of two powerful sorceresses. Maleficent/OC/Evil Queen f/f
Snow and Charming walked side by side through the castle. The stern and annoyed looks on their faces kept most of the people from trying to interact with them as they traversed the many paths and staircases leading up to a single large oak door. There came a crash from inside and Snow rolled her eyes.
"What are we going to do with her?" She asked her true love.
Charming sighed and opened the door. The once extravagant and immaculate room was now in a complete mess. The bookshelves had been toppled over, spilling its contents all over the shredded rug. The bed was laying on its side and the floor was covered in ripped dresses, stockings, and broken high heeled shoes. The person responsible for this mess was sitting on the railing of the balcony. A young woman, dressed in form fitting leather tights and a black corset with high heeled knee high boots, lazily swept her leg back and forth. Her long curtain of midnight black hair moved and a pair of electric blue eyes fell upon Snow White and Charming.
"Elektra!" Snow cried. "What on earth happened in here?"
"I got bored and tried to escape my cage." came the nonchalant reply.
"This was unnecessary. You are not a prisoner here. This is your home." Snow carefully made her way over to the balcony where her young niece continued to perch.
"It was my home, before you invaded it." Elektra said, turning back to stare out at the village below.
"We had no choice." Snow said, leaning against the railing next to her. "The King, your grandfather was a terrible man."
"He was family."
"We're your family too. We love you and care about you just as much as your parents did. But I must admit, you are getting too old for this." She gestured to the mess in the room.
"Has it ever occurred to you, that maybe I don't want to be here? I don't want to be a princess if it means wearing those ugly dresses and going to those stupid balls every day. This may be what you are used to, but not me. And again, I was bored."
Snow sighed. "I don't know what to do to make you happy. You're a princess, you have everything."
"Except happiness apparently."
"Then what will make you happy?"
"I want to leave the kingdom."
"Absolutely not." Snow turned back to the room and Elektra followed. "I promised that I would take care of you. Going outside the kingdom could get you killed. Now, please clean this up."
"We're just trying to protect you." Charming added.
"No, you're trying to lock me away forever. I'm almost 21, for gods sake!"
Snow sighed and looked her in the eye. "You're a person that the people look to for guidance, who will one day lead them. People will look to you to give them hope."
"We all know that you want Emma to take the throne, not me. So why are you bothering with this bull?" Elektra threw her hands up and sighed.
Snow blew loudly through her nose before exiting the room, followed by Charming.
Elektra waved her hand and the room was immaculate once more. Her little secret. Magic. She pulled a dagger out of her boot and sat down on her bed, rubbing her fingers over the two names etched into both sides of the blade. Jack and James. Her mother and father. She missed them terribly. Her father was terrible and cocky as a prince but he was a great father. Her mother was a great warrior and a great mother. Neither one of them would ever allow themselves to be prisoners in their own homes.
Snow and Charming were good people, annoyingly affectionate, overprotective and constantly spouting their foolish blind faith in hope. But they weren't her parents despite the last 5 years of their guardianship, and nothing would make them so.
Elektra began packing that night. She wanted to find her own purpose, her own happiness and to do so, she needed to leave. The early morning found her on her way to the stables where an annoying blonde was waiting for her.
"Go away Emma."
"Why?" The blonde asked, skipping beside her.
"Because, I don't want to be followed, and wherever you go, your parents are sure to come as well." She stuffed her pack into the saddlebags of her large black steed, named Shadow. She magically transported her bow, a large dark brown weapon that used to belong to her mother, into her hand and strapped it to her back before choosing a quiver of arrows from the rack, all while Emma followed at her heels.
"Mom and Dad just want to protect you." She said as Elektra prepared to mount.
"They want me to be some prim and proper little dog that they can show off. I'm not fit to be a princess."
"Maybe not." Emma agreed. "But you are a good leader, and the people do love you. They were your people before they were ours."
"Look, I'm leaving and you won't stop me." Electra mounted and turned her stallion towards the barn gates just as they flew open to reveal Snow White.
"Elektra!" But the girl spurred the horse forward and passed the princess. She urged him into a fast gallop and quickly raced through the village and the adjoining countryside, reaching the border of the kingdom in minutes.
"Elektra!" She looked behind her to see Charming and Snow on her trail. She was not going back to that stupid castle. She urged Shadow to go faster, and soon she was over the border, leaving her aunt and uncle behind for the happiness that freedom and adventure provided.