She remembered his last night in Storybrooke most clearly – because he'd spent it with her. She remembered his arms around her, his earthen scent, and his voice whispering her name over and over again. In less than twenty-four hours, they were both bound and sundered.

He had left a part of himself with her.

"I may have to leave you," he murmured between kisses, "but that doesn't mean I have to leave you alone."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she gasped, breathless.

He paused, eyes wise and sad and joyful all at once. "Well, with a little luck and a lot of belief, you'll understand soon enough."

She did understand now, looking down at his gift in the starch-white of the hospital.

"What's her name?" the nurse asked.

Regina shook her head in wonder at the creature in her arms: part witch, part thief; part dark magic, part rugged charm; the daughter of a woman named to become royalty and an archer named after a bird. She stroked her child's silky, dark hair as she turned the name over and over in her mind, making sure it was absolutely right.

"Raven. Her name is Raven."

…oOo…

A/N: I might end up writing a series of one-shots or of full-length fics about Raven sometime in the future, but right now I'm focused on my Pan/OC WIP. Let me know what you think!

Review, but please don't be pointlessly rude.

Namarië!

~River