AN- I know, I know. Another new story. I have become addicted with Once upon a Time and with Rumplestiltskin. So although I don't have the honour of owning the series or any of its characters, this is devoted to him…
AN- Sorry, no actual update however I am proud to announce that I now have a BETA for this story. The first two chapters have been edited so I am updating the edited versions. Thanks to Can't-Escape-My-Fandoms for this: Please check out her OUAT stories they are amazing!
Prologue - Broken
Regina allowed a smirk to spread across her face as she watched the purple cloud of magic circle Storybrooke, submerging its buildings and its residents. Satisfaction bubbled within her, pushing away the guilt and the sorrow of losing Henry. Magic was returning and she would soon have her son back….
As the cloud dissipated she felt her veins pulse with new life and her fingers twitched. Her eyes closed with the euphoria of new magic, something she had not had the pleasure of experiencing for twenty eight years!
A sudden exclamation permeated the silence of her son's room, forcing her to open her eyes and find the cause of the disturbance. Looking out of the window, a smirk played at her lips as she watched the former fairy-tale characters quickly make their way up her street.
"Coming to get me? Well you're in for a surprise my dears," she whispered, giving a small chuckle. She turned to make her way to the front door, only to find someone in the doorway. The smirk quickly fell from her face as she noticed the look of pure anger on the other woman's face.
"I think it is your turn for a surprise your Majesty."
Regina's heart rate quickened, her face paling significantly at the sight of her opponent. Dark hair, usually kept in a neat bun at the back of her head, was instead left down, flowing in a river of brown curls. Brown eyes, usually full of trepidation and fear sparkled with renewed anger.
"Melanie-" Regina started hesitantly.
"You know that is not my name Your Highness." Melanie interrupted. "After all you gave it to me," she took a menacing step into the room, waving her hand as she stepped through the door. It slowly closed behind her, closing off Regina's best way of escape.
"You know who created the curse. I may have executed it but the life you were given was formed by its creator. There is only one who could create something so horrid and lonely-"
"Don't!" Melanie snapped, raising he hand, fist clenching.
Suddenly Regina felt her throat constrict. She choked indignantly, her hand scratching at her neck to release the tightness, trying to fight away the invisible hold on her body.
"You do not need to be the first to tell me that magic comes with a price." Melanie said. "I have been taught that since before I could even think for myself. Don't insult my intelligence and try to persuade me that it was him who has forced me to live a life of complete solitude for twenty eight years! Had you not taken me from his presence Regina, then I would have been with him!" she exclaimed, tossing her arm to the right.
Regina's body fell over the bed and to the floor upon its release. She took a deep breath, forcing the air back into her lungs. Placing her hands on the mattress she pushed herself back to standing position, glaring at the younger woman.
"I always promised that my prisoners would be looked after. Haven't I provided for you, made sure you had everything you desired?" she asked sharply.
Melanie let out a high pitched giggle, bordering on the side of madness.
A chill shot up Regina's spine at the sound.
"Provided for?" Melanie said. "I have spent the last twenty eight years as your slave Regina. Eighteen years I cooked and cleaned for you. I had the mind of an eighteen year old girl, a girl who knew nothing of kindness and compassion. No memory of love and devotion. Just cleaning up behind you. When Henry arrived I had a purpose, small but so rewarding. I basically raised that boy! Every meeting you ran late for, every important meal you just couldn't miss…I was always there to wipe his tears and put him to bed. I may have had a home Regina, but my life has been hell since you brought us to Storybrooke."
"I could have killed you!" Regina spat, thrusting her own hands at the girl. Nothing happened. She stared at her hands, a horrified expression crossing her face.
The girl smirked, touching the tips of her fingers together in satisfaction.
"Yes Regina, you could have. But all magic comes with a price."
Yes, very short I'm sorry. It is only the Prologue, just enough to set the scene for you all. If you have the time, please try and leave a comment. I welcome criticism as long as it is constructive.