It was the ultimate challenge to who would drop their gaze from the other. One was heated, furry with a touch of some sort of pain swirling around in light blue, the other filled with hurt and brown blurry with tears. It was the brown who tore its gaze away from the hypnotizing blue to be drawn to the patch of green that was forming at the crook of the blue eye's owner long slender neck. It was seeing not just the reformation but the spreading of the green onto milky white skin that finally broke whatever resolve the brown eye girl had and tears started to stream down her cheeks in a steady flow, the salt droplets dropping on her open chest. The blue eye girl reached out a hand to the brown eye girl but she withdrew her elbow the second her fingertips even brushed the white material of her dress. The brown eye girl shook her head several times and vainly tried to wipe away her tears, effectively making it worse than better.

"Glinda-"

"How could you? How could you!? How could you do this to yourself!? To us!" The blue eye girl flinched when Glinda's voice boomed in the high ceiling room they were in, that and the fact that she has once never in the time that she knew her has Glinda ever raised her voice. The girl in white paced back and forth, the scent of old parchment and poppies, a rare thing to smell without being knocked out in the process, followed her in an invisible cloud. After much pacing she slowed to a stop and on white heels spun around to look at her blue eye companion square in the eye. "Are you proud of yourself? Destroying your chance of a life that was run by you and not some missed place whatever it might be against a sister who you don't know. I tried Zelena, don't say that I didn't cause I did every moment that I first met you I tried to understand you but I can only do so much. Not with the way that you are Zelena, not with you keeping everyone at arm's length." Glinda looked down at the now darken circle that once flashed in brilliant swirls of gold as it showed what the user wanted, whatever that may be. "I cannot make you change who you are or your mind only you can do that, and because of that I must bid you farewell." And as fast as she could she stormed out of the building before she could do something that she might regret, like forgiving the copper hair blue eye women behind her that has somehow stolen her heart, and essentially broken it, all without laying claims to her own.

And that is what pained the Good witch of the South more than anything.

'I cannot make you change who you are or your mind only you can do that, and because of that I must bid you farewell'

Those words swirled in Zelena's mind, echoing was a better term for it, ever since the blonde witch stormed out of the great hall where she temporarily made her home along with her winged companion. He would come and go as he pleased, bringing small things from his journeys that would amuse him before organizing them inside the nest he made on the high rafter beams. He was useful when she needed something specific, being extra careful with whatever he sent her to get with two hands, or paws in his case, as he soared through the skies. She would reward him with some berries that he would clap and chirp for when he knew he earned them.

She didn't need much, just some ingredients to change what she already had, the last one being a bit difficult as what she needed was in a different realm. It took a lot to change the things that she wanted to change, but it was worth it.

In a small vile she swirled the liquid around, turning the clear liquid a faint bluish color. She tucked the vile between her ample breasts and mounted her broom, calling her companion to come with her. She decided not to cover herself, even as she knew the people below her shrieked with rage and fear, and she didn't care because they were not important to her, not now and not ever again.

She dismantled her broom when she reached an area surrounded by a large dense forest that no one dared entered, which she pitied because in the center was without a doubt the most beautiful place she has ever been. It was her and Glinda's special place as the blonde has single handily kept and grown it since she learned that she had powers. Up to that point no one, besides its creator, has stepped foot inside thanks to a cloaking spell that the Good witch has placed on the area. If anywhere this was where Zelena would find said witch and they can talk privately, among other things.

She was right as she found the blonde sitting on a smooth bolder that circled a small pond with a babbling waterfall. The blonde had taken off the jacket with the white fur cuffs and collar leaving her in a form hugging white corset, arms and shoulders bare. The long white skirt was pulled up to the knee, the fabric covering the rock in a curtain of shimmering white. The blonde looked as though she was in absolute peace with her feet hovering above the surface, letting the currents keeping them afloat. Zelena was content to just watch the blonde witch until she noticed the she wasn't alone, in reality it was just plain old grand wall staling. There was a large possibility that Glinda will say 'no' and would want nothing to do with this. She was making a huge gamble and she didn't know what the odds looked like, which made it even more risky.

It was Walsh that gave her away, he chirped happily and flew to the ponds edge to play catch with the carefree swimming fish. Glinda looked up at her but did not smile or show any indication that she was happy to see her. Instead her eyes went straight to the large growing patch of green. The green had spread, the price for prompting it in the first place, to cover the top of one breast, half of her cheek, and if she took off her own brown robe it created a cap sleeve of sorts. Her bottom lip was turning a deep shade of red. The Good witch just looked at her with blank eyes.

"Will you listen to what I'm about to say?" The blonde nodded all while motioning for Walsh to come to her. The monkey happily did so and his wings fluttered quickly in joy as his ear was scratched. "I thought long and hard about what you said to me and you're right." Walsh chirped quietly when the scratching stopped mid scratch. The witch of the South looked at the copper haired woman in shock and disbelief.

"I'm sorry what did you say?"

"That you were right. I need to actually stop letting a few bad experiences and betrayals shape me. I have to stop and realize what is in front of me, what my heart has been telling me since day one and that is I love you Glinda. I don't know when I started but I think back and a better question is 'when was I never not in love with you?' I know my actions were inexcusable and I don't ask for your forgiveness. What I do ask is if you are interested in starting over and I don't mean just making amends with the other witches, I literally mean start all over again.

"Rumplestiltskin has been grooming my sister to enact a curse, one that would send her people to a realm with no magic. I know why he didn't choose me and it's not because I'm not good with magic it's because I didn't, according to him, have a thing that I loved most. He would never know how great full I am for turning me down because sacrificing you would be the thing that I would regret for the rest of my life." Zelena pulled out the vile that she tucked away to show the blonde witch. "With this we can shape our life's however way we want. Where we live, our jobs, rather or not if we want to protect our memories. We can even change Walsh into whatever we want because I think a flying monkey would cause quite a stir." That enticed a giggle from the blonde, which in turn made the edges of Zelena's lips twitch. Glinda hesitantly brought her hand up, fingertips caressing bottle so delicately as if it would brake under her touch.

"What do you want?" She indicated with her eyes to the bottle, that saying what wasn't spoken out loud.

"I picture a place like this, secluded, quite, maybe a small or medium garden. Our house would be simple with everything we need, one or two stories max. Our jobs wouldn't be that fancy maybe I'll become a midwife and you a records keeper of some sort you'll like that right?" The blonde nodded, a soft smile forming as she pictured it in her mind. "I imagine a child." Glinda's head bounced up in utter shock.

"A child? Zelena what has brought that up?"

"I didn't handle the Dorothy situation very well, and if I had I would have actually seen something important, something beautiful, and I want to make it up to you and her."

"But she's-"

"Not from our world I know, but with a few drops of blood that I got from the rubble that was her house we can rewrite her birth, her whole life. She would be ours from the beginning and you wouldn't have to choose between her and me." A pause fell on the secluded forest area, the only sound being Walsh doing whatever flying monkey's do. Slowly Glinda wrapped her arms around the other witch and in no louder than a whisper breathed.

"Yes." Her soft breath tickled the edges of the copper hair women's ear, and made her heart soar higher than the sky. She had agreed. Glinda had agreed to cross realms with her, to give up the only way of living that they knew just because she screwed up and they had a better chance somewhere else where they were unknown. It was an amazing sacrifice, and it broke whatever resolve Zelena had for big fat tears fell down her cheeks and her knees buckled, bringing both her and Glinda down. The Good witch laughed and just held her sobbing lover, even as the sky was painted in shades of oranges and yellows.

They decided to spend their final night under Oz sky where they were in the secluded garden on a blanket that Glinda conjured up along with some cheese, fruit, and wine that came from her family cellar. They spent the night laughing, drinking, and feeding each other sweet fruit and rich cheese. With the wine and food finished they gave each other their full attention. It was electrifying and heart pounding, making both women scream up at the dark sky several times. Despite her distaste for the green that donned her lover's skin Glinda worshiped it just as she did the rest of the bare body before her. Fully satisfied they slept under the stars for all of Oz to see, and neither of them cared at the least.

In the early dawn they packed whatever they wanted to take with them, but were cautious to what they did bring since some of their things might seem as strange to the outside. No matter what Glinda refused to be parted with her beloved book no matter how much convincing Zelena did, which in turn made them make a duplicate mirror of the book so that Glinda could keep the original without raising suspicion that the original was gone. Before going Zelena checked on where her sister was and satisfied with where the young queen was it was time to say goodbye to Oz, most likely for good. With items shrunk, the two witches hand in hand and a flying money by their side, jumped into a portal that opened up in the middle of a large clearing in a forest, exactly where they needed to be.

They set up a small camp in an abandoned cabin not that far from the clearing with a cloaking spell for protection. They wanted to fly under the radar as much as possible. Captivity or exposer would tip Zelena's own curse that she would attach to her sister's, they wanted as much wiggle room they could afford and if they had to live like hermits for the time being then so be it. Walsh got very agitated at first since he was forbid to fly during the day for his safety and again theirs as well as he had to do it at night, in the forest with all the other dark creatures. To ease his foal mood Zelena used him to gather information and supplies, which would tell them a little about where and what they were getting into.

During their days Zelena and Glinda made plans for their new home, their new life, in whatever town or area the curse would carry them to. They made a plan on what they wanted their house to look like, drawing the vision that the two had pictured in their heads onto paper. They also spent time racking their brains to figure out what to do with Walsh. They couldn't keep him as a flying monkey, or a monkey for that matter as that would be suspicious right there. They let Walsh make the decision by showing him pictures of common household and farm animals but he chirped 'no' for every single one of them. Apparently he liked being a flying monkey which was frustrating. The only thing that they could do was make him smaller so that he was more bat like then monkey. This seemed to please him before he flew off, enjoying no doubt the last of days in his larger more free form.

In the morning light of the day of the curse Zelena exited the small cabin where her lover was still soundly asleep. They made love the night before, ironic since it would be there last day here as well, it was quickly coming to be a tradition of theirs. She look in a deep breath and could taste the moisture in the air. It was going to rain, which would already make the day dark if not the dark curse was going wash over them. Walsh reported back from his last intelligence gathering saying in his own way that the queen has found the right sacrifice and after laying her father to rest she would invoke her curse. He went on the say that a baby was in the progress of being born, if the reaction of a neighboring village was anything to go by. She didn't know how, or if it was at all, the information was relevant and so pushed it away for now.

Her musings were interrupted by a pair of arms circling her waist. She didn't have to turn around to know it was Glinda with her shoulder length tousled blonde hair and bare for the world to see if they weren't in the middle of nowhere and under protection. The thought of an out and open naked Glinda always brought a chuckle to Zelena since the women was held in such a high regard to the Oz people for her purity, and if it wasn't for her fist hand knowledge she would have to agree entirely.

"What are you smirking at?" Glinda whispered into her ear and kissed down her neck, paying special attention to the light brown spot just where her neck and shoulder met, one of many that the Good witch gave her last night.

"You and the thought of if the people of Oz knew that you," Zelena turned in her lover's arms so that they were face to face. "Are just as wicked as I." The blonde released a hearty moan as Zelena placed open mouth kisses, with the copper haired women's tongue playing with one of her own brown marks that still hadn't quite healed yet.

"Zelena." She gasped at the sudden loss of her lover's mouth on her rapidly growing heated skin but her own desires were set aside as at the seriousness that was in sky blue eyes.

"However, we cannot explore your degree of wickedness as there is work to be done. The curse is going to be enacted and I still need one more ingredient. Come along." Glinda followed the other witch back into the cabin to prepare for the day. The day has come and it was the last chance for either of them to turn back and fruitlessly pretend like it never happened.

Large purple clouds filled the sky from where it was set in the large bonfire. Her sister has become reckless in her need for vengeance for Walsh had done the impossible, obtain blood from the queen without being noticed. The blood was crucial for it will act as a cloaking spell, hiding her curse with the dark one so that their passage over would be smooth and effortless. As soon as Regina left the trio came out of their hiding spots so that they could drop the vile into the epicenter and that would be that. With vile in hand Zelena approached the oozing pit, stopping at the edge before turning back around at her lover.

"This is it. Once I droop this vile there is no turning back. Are you sure about this?" Glinda walked over to where the copper haired women stood and with one hand on soft white cheek and the other on the hand that had the vile she kissed half pale pink half ruby red lips.

"I have never been surer of anything Zelena. This is what I wanted, you, us, making plans that are completely ours and now it's time to live them yes?"

"Yes." With no hesitation or fear together the two lovers drooped the vile into the pit and watched it as it flicked from green to purple, masking in the seemingly endless stream of clouds to blanket the rest of the land. Zelena looked at her lover and smiled. "Here we go." The two women secured their arms around each other and waited to be engulfed in purple clouds.