Prologue
From within the walls of a foreboding castle; a green skinned witch watched in a magic mirror as her long lost sister undid a dark curse. The witch snarled at the scene displayed before her. Her sister, a woman by the name of Regina Mills, altered the affects of the curse and transported herself and the other fairytale characters back to the Enchanted Forest. All except two had returned. The witch watched as a blonde woman and a brunette boy stepped into a horseless yellow carriage. The pair put more and more distance between themselves and the town they no longer remembered. The green skinned witch saw her sister and the others appear back in this realm. She smiled a wicked smile. Weeks ago, the witch had taken over her sister's castle. Waiting for the most opportune moment put her plan in to motion. For years she had waited for the day she would have her revenge against Regina. Now that time had come and the witch was going to enjoy the taste of sweet revenge. The witch summoned one of her flying monkeys to her. She ordered the creature to spy on the newly returned residents. She had plans for them. She had plans for the blonde woman, as well. The witch knew that the blonde was the Savior and her light magic had the power to thwart the witch. The witch couldn't have the Savior interfere with her plans. If the Savior were to regain her memories she would surely attempt to find her family; and the witch couldn't have that. She needed to keep an eye on the Savior and keep her distracted. That was no job for one of her primate lackeys. No, the witch would take on the task herself. The witch slipped on a pair of magical silver slippers. With three clicks of her heels, she teleported herself to the world known as The Land Without Magic. The witch smiled to herself. This was only the beginning and victory was in sight. For she was wicked; and wicked always wins.