A/N: Just a heads up; this is my first ever fanfic and the first creative writing I've done in a long time. It's just meant to ease me back into writing. Any comments or criticisms welcome. This will probably be made up of lots of shorter chapters. I've already written the next few so I'll post them in a couple of days. Hope you like it!
Chapter 1
Regina groaned. She slowly opened her eyes, wondering what the hell had just happened. What was the last thing she could remember? They were in the hospital…Henry had just woken up…. Oh my God! The Curse. Did it break? All these thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant. The Curse had been broken, she was sure of it. Panic began to bubble up in the pit of Regina's stomach, overwhelming her ability to properly process where she was. That abruptly changed when someone close by angrily screamed her name. She finally became aware that she was lying on the floor of a palace. Snow's palace. And she was surrounded by those she had cursed.
"Seize her" bellowed Charming, standing directly in front of her with his wife at his side. Regina realised the danger she was in and willed herself to teleport to her own castle. Nothing happened. Her magic wasn't working. She looked around frantically, noticing the Charming's old guards marching towards her, ready to obey their King. It was then she saw Emma and Henry.
"Henry!" she screamed. "Emma!"
The blonde stirred but did not awake. She was lying on her back next to a pair of thrones set slightly behind her parents with Henry next to her, also still unconscious.
"Don't speak to her. You will never speak to her again.' It was Snow. She moved slightly to the side, blocking Regina's view of the two prostrate figures. Regina's panic subsided, replaced instantly by anger. She leaped from the floor, dashing for Snow, hoping to inflict as much pain as possible before the guards could get to her. She was too slow. They surrounded her, seizing her by the arms and waist. Six of them against the one of her. It was hopeless.
"Take her to the dungeons" ordered the newly reinstated Queen Snow.
At these words the former townspeople of Storybrooke, who had been standing by, watching the whole scene with interest, cheered. It was clear the Evil Queen didn't have access to her magic. They were safe and she would be punished. They were back home.
Regina was dragged backwards from the room, screaming the names of the only two people she cared about, who cared about her. The only two who might ever try to save her but they were still unconscious; the Saviour couldn't save her.
On and on the guards unceremoniously hauled her, ignoring her flailing, struggling limbs, easily able to overpower her. They finally came to a long, steep staircase that presumably lead to the dungeons. Regina was pushed forward, lost her footing and slipped, only coming to a stop once she reached the bottom. She grimaced as she tried and failed to stand up, her ankle collapsing underneath her, unable to support her weight. The guards caught up to her, yanked her up by her arms and threw her into the nearest cell laughing. They were clearly enjoying their new found power over her.
The cell door shut behind her with a bang and she found herself alone in the darkness. A small solitary sob escaped her lips. Somewhere high above her, Emma awoke with a start.