Prologue

Once upon a time, in a different land, there was a prophecy – two broken souls whose hearts have suffered a terrible loss shall find healing in one another thus creating the most powerful magic there is. All magic but comes with a price creating a force of dark magic threatening to undo their existence...

This prophecy has been there since the beginning of time but there is hope still. The prophecy is not complete. The other half was destroyed during a great battle between two nations. But it is said that one day, when the first half of the prophecy is fulfilled, the other half shall be recovered through blood and tears.

Chapter 1

There was nothing more beautiful, Emma thought, then basking in Regina's gaze. Her deep brown eyes were able to capture hers every time and she never got tired of drowning in them.

"Do you need any help with that?" Emma asked as she watched Regina redecorating her desk.

"No, it's fine, I am just polish it a little bit," she answered breaking their eye contact and making her way to Emma. "Now let me see," she placed both her hands on Emma's shoulders and run them down her arms to her hands, "I would think you need some polishing, too."

Emma smiled holding her hands up near her chest, "Well, I think," she lightly kissed Regina's lips, "that we need to go because the kitchen still needs some work and I am hungry. Let's go out for some grilled cheese."

"Ah, you eat like a child," Regina sighed and grabbed her purse, "I am having something else."

"How about a kale salad?"

They both grinned as they walked out of Regina office hand in hand.

Granny's was a restaurant where they had their first date in this new realm, that's why they loved coming there so much. It was quiet and romantic but still cheerful and lively.

"Do you think that we made the right choice leaving?" Emma asked Regina as she was finishing her meal.

"Emma," Regina stopped eating and took Emma's hand into hers, "we've talked about this again and again. It is the best choice we could have made under given circumstances." Emma looked away from her, but she wouldn't let her, "hey, look at me. I love you," Emma smiled a little bit but still refused to look up, "I love you, and you know what would have happened if we had stayed there."

A year ago

"Is it true?" the apprentice asks his master.

"I am afraid it is. My power is not unlimited but for what I have seen, the prophecy is about to be fulfilled. We have to tell them."

"Why? This doesn't concern us."

"Of course it does, you foolish little child! Or do you not know that the prophecy also speaks of great evil that will feast on our souls? We may as well sign our death sentences now."

"But if what you are saying is true, there is nothing that can be done. Once the actions are set in motion, nothing can stop them."

"There may be one way –"

"I know, I know – the prophecy," she said finally willing to meet Regina's gaze, "but what makes you so sure that it won't happened here? Just because this is a land without magic doesn't necessarily mean that it can't come true."

Regina moved to a chair that was closer to her beloved framing her face with her hands so she couldn't look away this time. "Emma, love, please listen, I know I can't offer you any solid proof, any reassurance that what has been written won't come to pass, but what I can do is promise that I won't let anything happen to you, do you hear me? No matter what happens I will always protect you," she moved her lips to hers into a sweet tender kiss catching Emma's falling tear with another one placed on her cheekbone.

"I know you will," she looked up with a slight smile on her face, "it was never your love that I questioned. It were our chances of escaping our own fate that was written so long ago, you know. I just can't shake this feeling that something bad is about to happen."

Far away, in another land

A dark room with one lit candle by the bed. All there is to hear are woman's cries, echoing into nothingness, leaving dead silence far away where they can't longer reach. The candle is casting dreadful shadows on the woman's face making her seem more like a monster then a human being. Her hair is dark like raven feathers and her lips are now as white as snow, trembling with pain and fear.

It is almost the end. She stopped crying. Her eyes are black – empty, welcoming death as their companion. The silence is broken by new cries. But they are no longer the cries of the woman – she has found her piece in oblivion. They are the cried of a new born child.

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