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It was another grey, colourless day in Storybooke. Though they all were now that her son had truly seen who she was, who she would always be. It hadn't taken him long to turn on her once he had uncovered the truth and if she was honest sh couldn't blame him. Who would want a mother that had destroyed so many innocent lives and never once showed remorse for it. A mother who once again did the exact same thing only days earlier almost killing her own son due to her unhinged jealousy. It was clear that Henry would never want her back like this and so she did the unthinkable. She broke. The once powerful and evil queen's heart shattered in the bedroom where so many memories of her son were still painfully present. The photo on the side of his bed of the pair wrapped up in several layers of clothing outside on the porch when he was seven, the many drawings and posters that littered his walls despite how many times she had told him not to put blu-tac on the walls and the blanket on his bed that she had given to him the first time she held her son. All now were painful memories of a life she could never again have and one she had no choice but to leave behind. Resolute in her decision, Regina left the room grabbing the blanket and quickly moved up to hall to the master bedroom. It was time to open a portal.
Portals had always been something that existed in each word, whether the inhabitants of said knew it or not. The hardest thing was never finding one, but knowing how to operate it and without her having full control over her magic again this could prove to be trickier than she had hoped. Luckily, she had prepared for the need to a quick getaway by means of a magic bean that she had kept hidden in the walls of her vault. Of course she had always intended for Henry to leave with her but she now knew that was nothing but a fairytale. Another chance at happiness that she had destroyed. She hastened around the mansion, gathering only the essentials for her departure only to once again stop at the room that had once belonged to her son. She took the photo on his bedside table and packed in next to his blanket in her bag and then sat at his heavily cluttered desk. How could she have been so blind as to see his unhappiness? When had she become so much like her mother that she stopped knowing her own son. Though she couldn't truly blame him for his distance and then departure from her. In truth he deserved so much more than she and no matter how many mountains she moved to prove her love it would never be enough for that precious boy. Henry deserved the moon and the stars, to walk a life in the light, untainted by a mothers wrong doings and past demons. He deserved all the things that in truth, she was sure she could never give him. Maybe she was only supposed to love him for a short time, until his worthy mother came back. Seemed fair as she was the unknowing instigator as to why she had to give him up in the first place, why should she being given the honour of raising him? Opening the draw on the right of the desk, she removed a note pad and began to write. Some small part of her hoped that one day, Henry might wish to return to his old room, not for her, never for her. But maybe the confirmation that she was truly letting him go would help him to become the man she always hoped he would. Regina poured her love for him into the note along with the reason she felt she had to go…he deserved that at least, signed it and left it on his laptop for him to find.
Grabbing her thick winter coat and red scarf from the downstairs closet, the woman slid knee high black boots onto her shaking legs and prepared herself mentally to leave the house that for just a small while, finally felt like the home she'd always craved due to a little hazel eyed boy. Wrapping the coat further around her petit frame, Regina inwardly cursed herself for not having a hand on her magic. Winter's in Maine were anything but warm and currently, she was shivering whilst forcing her wind battered limb to continue their track down the isolated route to her vault. Never before had this walk seemed so long, it was as though all her inter turmoil was manifesting itself into the surrounding weather. Having finally dragged herself into her vault and down the stairs, the former Queen took in her surroundings. Let the old yet familiar feeling of dark magic creep back into her soul and envelop her in power. However, something was different now, the power that once would have given her the strength to lay waste to entire armies now just left her hollow and tired. Irritated from the apparent lack of help magic was giving her, Regina started to worry that perhaps this endeavour wasn't going to be as easy as she had thought. Dread started creeping in and the room felt as though it was shrinking around her, forcing her back out into the world of hatred and isolation. Forcing the thoughts back, she made her way through the mirror into her private room and proceeded to remove the false bricks from the wall until she felt the cool, smooth side of a glass bottle. Extracting the bottle slowly, the queen regarded the small bean that was held within that was her possible salvation. Could it really be simple? So easy to once again runaway? Holding out the transparent bean she carefully studied the flow of silver magic within. The clock struck midnight,it was now or never. Lifting her hand above her head she threw the bean to the cold marble floor with all the power she could, opening the swirling vortex when a hooded figure emerged from the back of the room and grabbed arm twisting it to her back. Overcome with panic, Regina lost all use of her body and froze to the spot. How did anyone find her down here? Why would anyone care in the first place? The attackers grip tightened on her arm causing her to collapse onto the floor due to the sheer amount of pain radiating through her body. Why wasn't her magic coming forth? Never had she been in a position of venerability since…no she wasn't the same girl now. That girl had died and from the corpse had risen a stronger far more deadly creature. Biting her lip until she felt the tang of copper, she kicked backwards until her heeled foot made contact with a firm torso and repeated again. The body lost it's grip with a grunt and fell backwards onto the dusty stone. Turning back to the vortex, she grabbed her bag, forgetting the surging pain in her most likely broken arm and ran. Violently thrusting her body into the air, she began to fall into the open floor, believing herself to be safe. She would have been if the mysterious hooded figure hadn't latched onto her leg and allowed themselves to also get swallowed up into the circling vortex until everything went black.