Prologue
Regina.
She's all he could think about - her calm, chocolate brown eyes, her thick, wavy hair, her dark luscious lips, the way she let out a snort when she was laughing too hard, the allusive but satisfying smile she had, the way her nose crinkled up when she giggled, the sparkle in her eyes when she looked up at the sun. There was nothing else better than the image he had perfectly painted in his mind, than the one of his greatest love.
"My dear, sweet son," an old woman called from behind him. He swung his body around, quickly clearing his mind of any thought of Regina - otherwise he was sure to feel sensational right then and there - before raising an eyebrow at the old woman. She cocked her head to the side and squinted at Robin, slowly coming towards him and raising a hand to cup his cheek, "You have a terrible future ahead of you."
He laughed nervously, backing away from her grasp, "I don't believe in fortunes or telling the future. Sorry, ma'am."
She continued to stare at him, and then looked around at the people, who carelessly walked on the boardwalk not noticing his and her exchange. Then, she stepped towards him and whispered, "What if I told you what it was about, my dear boy?"
Robin shrugged, "I'm not sure I would believe it, and I most certainly will not pay money to hear such nonsense."
She raised a thin eyebrow at him, stepping closer again and then letting out a hard breath, "It is quite dark, my son. Let Deanna warn you."
"I rather you not, Deanna. I better get going," Robin cleared his throat and spun around on his heel, before charging away from her fortune-telling shop. He shook his head and stuck his hands in his jean pockets before he heard her call his name once more.
Without pausing, he listened to her call, "Robin Locksley, come back, my boy. It's about Regina."
Regina.
Those calm, chocolate eyes.
Those thick locks of wavy hair.
That smile.
Regina.
A quiet cackle caused him to turn around as he saw her step towards him and heard her say, "Ah yes, the woman of your dreams. Come, my boy. Come listen to dear Aunt Deanna, and what she has to tell you about your dark future."
He paused for a moment. This was most likely all a trick; she probably just wanted his money. People could figure names like no big deal these days. He wasn't going to give into her was he?
"Regina Mills, my son. Let's go." she waved towards him and he immediately followed her into her shop, through a long hallway and into a dark room with only a table and two chairs in it. She invited him to sit down, before dimming the lights even more so than they already were and sitting down beside him. Deanna grabbed his hand and rubbed his palm before she said, "Chills is what I get."
Robin cleared his throat, "Can you just tell me about Regina? What is going to happen that is so dark?"
She shivered and led a finger up his arm until it hit his collarbone, letting it move and stop until it was right above his heart, "She is your greatest love, isn't she?"
Robin nodded.
"And could quite possibly be your greatest heartbreak, yes?" she added on.
He nodded once more.
She widened her eyes and stared at him intensely, before laying her entire palm above his heart and speaking, "Robin Locksley, the death of your greatest love will be at your hands."
A/N: Hi, I'm Tayler. My twitter is seanascolifer, so go follow it for updates and sneak peeks for this story. This is based on my own idea with the help of some of my followers.
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Chapter one will be out very soon.
