Hello everyone! The reason why I decided to write about Zelena and bring her back to life was because I don't think we will see her ever again and I really needed her to change nad have her own happy ending.
Now, ignore my terrible english and try to enjoy it :) Thank you!

How can you be good if no one ever told you how to be good? Should you take care of the roses in your garden in order to let them bloom? No, that's something even bad people do, right? Should you bake or cook for people in order to be good? No, that's more like a job. How to be good? Maybe that's something you can't teach, maybe it's something you'll have to figure out by yourself.

"Evil isn't born, it's made. And so is good." Her sister told her. Right after that, they made a deal. Zelena could live in that town, no handcuffs to keep her quiet. She would be free as long as she promised to do no harm to people. It was a tough promise to keep but she would try.

The first few days were terrible. Even though Zelena was living with her sister, every time the red head stepped food outside, there was always someone judging her or trying to run from her. Everyone hated her; in fact, Rumple didn't just hate her, he promised he would kill her. Zelena was lucky Regina was around that day, otherwise she'd be long gone.

That night was not very different from all the others; Zelena went to Granny's with her sister, Robin Hood and his son, Roland (who seemed to be the only person around who didn't fear her or pitty her) and they all had dinner together.

Sometimes Robin tried to chat with Zelena, asking her simple questions, and she would answer, keeping her distance. Sometimes, it was Roland. "Lena, if Gina is your sister, why are you both so different?" The little boy asked. Surprised, Zelena widened her eyes as she looked at Regina, sitting in front of her, searching for help to answer him. "Well, it's complicated." Regina answered with a soft smile. Roland didn't seem to like the answer he got, which made him turn to Zelena and raise his little arms to grab a strain of her hair.

Zelena could feel everyone's eyes on her, judging.

"Why is your hair on fire?" Roland looked so suspicious, playing with Zelena's hair, trying to make curls out of it and constantly failing. The witch smiled softly and looked for Robin's approval to answer little Roland. "Do you like it?" Roland looked up at the witch and nodded as he smiled. "It's pretty." He said, now letting go of Zelena's hair and looking at her with his suspicious expression. "Your eyes are blue." He added, not letting anyone know what he thought about that subject. "Gina's are brown." Oh, not again… "I don't understand…" The poor kid looked so intrigued and focused that Zelena felt her heart melt for the very first time in her life, she believed.

"One day we'll explain it to you, Roland, I promise." Regina assured, but Roland still looked a bit confused. Maybe to avoid more questions, or maybe because Zelena just wanted to find a quiet place, the witch buttoned her coat. Then, she looked at her sister, who raised an eyebrow. "Where are you going?" Regina asked. The older sister tried to smile, only because Roland was there and she didn't want anyone to know why she was really leaving. "I'm going back to your house. I'm a little tired." With just one look, Regina knew the reason why her sister was leaving but she didn't stop her. When Zelena looked down on Roland, sitting next to her, his expression showed disappointment and sadness. "But we haven't ordered deserts yet!" He noticed; Zelena didn't want to leave that boy, really, but it was still so uncomfortable to be in the presence of everyone… "I know, but I'm on a diet anyways." She smiled.

Roland didn't look convinced but didn't miss the chance to say good bye, reaching out to Zelena and hugging her. As the little boy did that extraordinary thing, the witch could feel his little arms around her neck and his little face upon her hair but couldn't quite figure out what to do. She didn't remember to be hugged by anyone in her whole life… maybe her mother did hug her but she died too soon and Zelena couldn't even remember her face.

After a few moments, the redhead finally figured out what to do and hugged Roland back. It felt to good and so right to do that.

(…)

On her way back, the only sound anyone could hear were Zelena's high heels tapping on the ground. The witch enjoyed the silence, enjoyed not having anyone around her who could judge her or replace her. Who knew someone who craved for attention back then would now take it back?

Zelena stopped walking as she heard something move right behind her. Turning around, it was dark, the streets were empty. But then she saw it: a ball of smoke, flying fast, directed to the sky, but soon it faded away. Her eyes adapting to the dark, she saw a man sitting on the ground, his back against a wall. He was smoking, seemed to be harmless but Zelena didn't dare to approach him without seeing his face.

It would be better to turn around and walk back home. Just as her feet started to move, the man let out a loud laugh.

"The wicked witch alone at night?" He laughed again, but now in a mean way. Zelena turned around but she still couldn't see his face. "Rumor has it you're powerless now, ain't that right?" He asked. Zelena felt her blood running fast, her whole body was heating up and the universe was telling her to kill that idiot. Except he was right; she was powerless. But she could still lie about it.

"I could prove you the rumors are wrong." She threatened with a smile on her face. Suddenly, the man got back on his feet as he threw his cigarette to the ground; however, he looked… drunk. "Be my guest!" Stepping into the light of the moon, Zelena could now see his face as he opened his arms, as if telling her to hit him with whatever spell she had.

That man was very tall and his clothes made justice to his body. His eyes seemed to be green, the kind of green you expect forest to be; but Zelena was too angry to admit he was a good looking man.

The wicked witch walked towards that man and pulled him against the same wall he was previously sitting against, and she wrapped her hands around his neck, very, very tightly. He was now beginning to have trouble breathing but Zelena didn't really care… until he grabbed her wrists and pushed her away, laughing and coughing at the same time.

"I knew it, the famous Wicked Witch of the West is powerless!" Now he was the one walking towards her; the roles had changed and he had his hands around her neck, but he was not actually trying to strangle her. He was just holding her neck, as if he was the one threatening her. Zelena was scared and that was a new feeling; she hadn't been scared for a very long time.

Now face to face with that man, only a few inches away from each other, the witch could see his eyes very clearly. They were surely green, a beautiful kind of green.

"I could kill you with my bare hands, you know that, right Milady?" Now he was starting to use his strength, making his words come to life; Zelena tried to punch him but her body was blocked by his and that man was making it very hard to hurt him. "Oh Milady, I'm sorry to remind you but you're powerless, therefor, harmless. Even if you could hurt me, I already lost everything that I loved. In fact, you can't destroy something that's already broken, now can you?"

Next Chapter I will reveal who's this mistery guy! It won't be a very long fic, I'm planning on 10 chapters but I promise you, I will make them worth reading.

Thank you so much if you took the time to read this. :)