Author's note: Just an idea that came into my head when I was with my friend. I'm not expecting this to be any good…
Some thing are different as you could guess. Okay...a lot of things will be different…
Also, saying this now, THIS IS NOT A SWAN QUEEN STORY! It'll be later on but I'm hoping to introduce Killian into the story later on so :P
as for names, I'm guessing Regina knew them by instinct.
Some things have changed:
1. Pinocchio never took Emma from the tree and to foster care.
2. Killian is part of this curse
3. Emma never met Neal so as a side effect of that, Henry was never born.
4. What Blue said about the wardrobe. It's now a kind of prophecy that could go two ways… (read the summary and you know what happens.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time
It was as if she had just woken from a dream.
First of all she was gloating to that pathetic Snow White, hunched over the body of her 'Prince Charming', and the next she was waing up in her bed in a place she had never been before. Regina looked out the window at the town she knew – she didn't know how she knew, she just did – was called Storybrooke. It was late in the evening and the clock didn't seem to be moving. She knew cos she had spent around ten minutes staring at the clock – the time didn't change.
Regina wondered to herself whether it was broken.
Dismissing the useless thought, she opened her wardrobe, expecting to see the usual dresses she wore. Instead were all these different clothes that seemed to make her underdressed or look like a man.
"What am I wearing?" she muttered to her reflection in the mirror, looking at the grey silken pyjamas she was wearing. With a halfhearted grumble she found a simple black dress, a grey jacket and a black trench coat.
After dressing herself and putting on a pair of black shoes with high heels. The clothes were strange and unfamiliar, but she would get used to them eventually.
She would have to as this was how it would be from now on.
The Enchanted Forest before the curse
"Please, is there anything we can do?" Charming begged the Blue Fairy. He refused to believe there was nothing to be done.
"Well, there is one thing," Blue said hesitantly, hovering nervously above the table. "There is a prophecy that was told to us a long time ago. It spoke of your child, emma."
"Wait, what….what did it say?" Snow asked from beside Charming.
"The prophecy says that the child will be sent through to this world via an enchanted wardrobe and in her 28th year she will break the curse and save us all," Blue started to explain.
Charming smiled in relief. "That's great, I don't see how-"
"There are consequences," Blue continued in a warning voice. "In both endings one thing is the same. Young Emma will go to this world alone as the wardrobe can only transport one person...and, as previously mentioned, there are two possibilities for how this will end."
He closed his eyes and braced himself, inhaling deeply through his nose. "What are they, blue?" He asked seriously.
"One path is that Emma will traverse the world alone. She will suffer from heartbreak and feeling lost and in her 28th year she shall be bitter to all except one. Who that one is is undetermined; all we know is that they will be the one to bring her to our aid."
Blue seemed to hesitate before continuing.
"The other ending will take her closer to the darkness than ever could be imagined. In this path she will have the unbreakable bond of mother and daughter with someone who's darkness has been shown to know no bounds."
"Who is it?" Snow asked loudly, her voice trembling slightly with the knowledge of what the answer was. "Who could draw our daughter closer to the darkness? Who's could be be my daughter's mother for these next 28 years?"
The Blue fairy sighed in seeming sympathy. "Your daughter could end up in the last hands you want her to be in," she explained eventually.
"The Evil Queen's."
Storybrooke
Wrapped in her black trench coat and back hunched against the cold, Regina hurried down the street wanting to get this over again. Graham, who seemed to be the sheriff in this curse, had called her to tell her something was up at the edge of town. Indeed, at the end of the street was Graham, Sydney and Dr Hopper stood by a black and white vehicle of sorts with flashing red and blue lights.
"Madame Mayor!"
Dr Hopper walked towards her quickly. She recognized him as that stupid cricket of Snow White's. "What is it?" she asked impatiently. "I was sleeping."
Graham came over next. "What? Can't you hear it?" he asked with genuine surprise.
"Hear what?" Regina snapped impatiently but began to pay attention, trying to hear something.
"I don't know, it sounds like...a baby," Graham explained.
Sure enough, just in the background – a faint little noise really – was the sound of crying. "Wait here," Regina said firmly to the small group of people that was growing by the second with countless fairytale characters.
She walked past them and into the forest, looking around cautiously in case any parents came to find the child. She wasn't wearing the right clothes for this but, then again, how was she supposed to expect a call at night about a crying baby in the woods?
Sure enough, there lying at the foot of a large oak tree was a small baby wrapped up in a wool blanket with the name 'Emma' stitched neatly in one corner.
Regina's stomach dropped.
This baby – tiny and harmless – was going to grow up to destroy all her hard work. She should get rid of it...take it far away from here and hope it never comes back...but she can't..?
What was wrong with her? She was Regina Mills; the heartless evil queen of the Enchanted Forest who caused the suffering of hundreds of people. Surely, she should be able to get rid of one, simple child!
No, she couldn't.
Somehow, she couldn't find it in her to do that. The thing was alone and afraid...it wanted someone to look after her, that was all.
With a sigh, Regina knelt down and carefully picked up the tiny bundle of blankets holding the tiny human inside.
Regina looked down at Emma, unsure of what to do. Her face was screwed up and she was crying loudly, tiny fat fists waving around.
"There, there," Regina said nervously, attempting to calm down the screaming child. She gently began to rock the child back and forth and watched in silent awe as the baby quietened and fell back to sleep.
It was that moment that Emma stopped crying that Regina realised that she couldn't give this poor child away.
She had no choice but to keep her.
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