Chapter 1: Humdrum Revenge.
"Where are we going?" Snow White asked with shaky voice, her husband lying limp in her arms.
"Somewhere horrible, absolutely horrible, a place where the only happy ending will be mine," she answered, pure delight written on her face as her curse flooded the palace.
Sometimes she really wished she could go back in time, scream to herself "Don't it! Don't go you idiot!".
Regina sat in the edge of her queen size bed, she looked around the room. "Another happy day in humdrum town," she thought to herself, walking to the window.
"A place where the only happy ending would be mine," she snorted wryly.
Few minutes later the Mayor was ready for another boring day of work. She was sure she had important matters at the Town Hall, important matters that she had to carry out immediately, but wasn't it always like that?, wasn't it like that every day of her absolutely boring life?
"Good day Madam Mayor, I have some urgent city taxes for you to approve and you have an appointment scheduled with the sheriff at ten and other with the fire Marshal at twelve," her secretary informed as she always did.
"I have other urgent matters to attend today, please reschedule the appointments for tomorrow and pass the tax reports to my desk when the are ready to sign," she replied, she memorized that line about the second day she arrived to town.
"They already are in your desk."
"Of course they are," she rolled her eyes entering her office.
One minute after she sat down on her desk she had finished signing the reports, not that she really needed to, since she would have to do it again the next day anyway, she just did it more out of routine rather than need.
"Which peasant's boring life should we spy on today?" she asked drumming her fingers on the desk in front of the middle sized mirror she kept over the desk, pretending that the meditation on the matter made any difference.
She already knew every single detail of every single life of every single citizen in Storybrooke, from the hour they used to wake up to what meals they would ate that day and the clothes they would wear, what people they would meet in the street or at their work and every single conversation the would hold with everyone.
She had watched everything so many times she could repeat the dialogues as if it were the dialogues of her favorite movie, if she had a favorite movie anyway.
The brunette turned around in her chair facing the window behind her desk.
"Mirror mirror on the wall, show me someone, I haven't already watched twice," Regina spoke her wishes knowing nothing would happen, the magic of the mirror was limited in this land, the mirror came from the Enchanted Forest and therefore it only showed people that came from the Enchanted Forest as well. There was no one from the enchanted forest that she hadn't already watched at least ten times already, after all she had been trapped in the curse for more than five years, all by herself. Consciousness was the real curse of the dark curse.
"Get off the way pipsqueak," the sound of a shrill voice echoed behind her back.
"It's impossible," Regina muttered spinning around her chair to face the mirror.
Regina's eyebrows darted up as she watched the events happening in front of her.
"You are better off on the floor with your kind, bug," the same voice continued, it came from a roughly ten years old fat boy that now was pushing a little blonde girl at least five years younger than him down to the floor.
His voice was followed by the laughter of other children she couldn't see in the mirror and then by the sound of several footsteps getting away.
The little girl remained sitting in the floor, she hugged her legs and buried her face in her knees. The little sobs filling the air of the tiny bedroom.
"Stupid little bastards," Regina let out upset.
What happened next left her speechless. The girl lifted her head quickly from her knees and her bright big green eyes fixed on hers. The little blonde's cheeks were still damp of her tears but her eyebrows rose up in the air with surprise.
It was not possible, it almost seemed like the girl was seeing her. No, it was definitely not possible at all. Her mind was obviously playing tricks on her.
"Hi! Who are you? I'm Emma. You are pretty, ma'am," the little girl said smiling wide.
Regina's eyes widened even more.
AN/: Please let me know if you like the idea of this story and if I should carry on with it.