Author's note:
It's good to know that many people have taken the time to read the prologue. A thank you to those you either faved it or started to follow it. A special thank you to Sirma who left a very sweet review. Thanks!

I know I said I'd update once a week, but with as it's Easter and I'm having a long weekend of, I thought 'Why not...' I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thank you for reading.

Chapter 1

Regina stood in front of the mirror of her home. The past couple of days had been anything but relaxed. She thought back at everything that had happened: getting the poisoned apple by giving up the ring Daniel had given her, making the turnover with that apple and giving it to Emma, finding out not Emma but Henry has eaten of it, the two of them working together to save Henry, Rumplestiltskin...

"Damn that man!"

And now the curse had been broken, broken by Emma telling Henry she loved him. It had been his salvation, but her downfall. Everyone remembered their life again as it had been in Fairytale Land, however, they were still stuck in Storybrooke. That was something Regina hadn't been expecting. She had always thought the moment the curse was broken, everyone would remember who they were and they would be transported back to Fairytale Land.

She had been in Henry's room when she saw the dark purple cloud arriving. A smirk came to her face, for she knew exactly what the cloud entailed: Magic. Magic had been her scapegoat the moment her mother had taken the best reminder she'd had of Daniel. Not Daniel's death, nor finding out SnowWhite had been responsible for her mother knowing of her and Daniel (sure, those events had made her close off her heart), but losing that best reminder -that was part of both her and Daniel- was what had driven her to use magic for anything but good and toppling her over to the dark side like a waterfall toppling over the edge.

Regina closed her eyes. The moment the purple cloud had enveloped her, she could feel the magic taking her in its grip again. The first thing she did was ward her home with the necessary protective spells. As soon as she'd put them up, she saw the town people coming for her. However confident as she was, she went outside to face the mob that had gathered in front of her home. It didn't surprise her one bit the mob was led by dr. Whale. She knew they wanted to see her as the Evil Queen, and she would give them what they wanted. She didn't take into account the fact that magic might work completely different here, and after putting the wards up, she now found herself without any magic. It was then that Whale grabbed her by her throat and slammed her back to one of the pillars. If it weren't for the Charming family, she'd probably be dead. They convinced the mob to go home, and when they too left... Regina sighed. 'I don't know what's worse; death or in the Charming's debt.' She thought.

Knowing the people wouldn't be back for a while, she made her way upstairs. When she stood in front of her bedroom door, she turned around, walked into her son's room and let herself fall on his bed. The smell of him still lingered and with feeling both emotionally and physically drained, she instantly fell asleep.

A thousand miles away -in London, England- a young woman woke up with a gasp. The dream she'd had still vividly replaying in her mind. It had felt so real and it had left her wondering. Slowly and silently, not wanting to wake her fiancée, she stepped out of bed and made her way downstairs. She didn't know why, but she had the sudden urge to hold her baby blanket she'd been found wrapped in those thirty-one years ago. It wasn't until last week that she knew her parents had found her in it. It had come as a shock to find out she'd been taken in as a baby and not that much later adopted. She'd always thought them to be her real parents. Looking back at her childhood, she'd always sort of felt like she didn't belong. Sure, her parents loved her as much as they loved her brothers and her brothers adored her as much as she adored them, but something about living in London didn't feel right at the time. 'It still doesn't really feel right,' she thought.

Ruefully she recalled the story her parents had told her of her disappearance when she was only twelve years of age. She couldn't remember much of it and neither did her little brothers, but her parents still remembered as if it were yesterday. Their bedroom window had been open, but the front door was still locked when their parents had come back from their party. It was as if they'd simply vanished into thin air. Apparently three years had passed, when her mother had walked into their bedroom, all three of them had been soundly asleep in their beds, as if the past three years simply hadn't happened. But neither she nor her brothers had any memories of what had happened or where they'd been.

The sound of footsteps approaching made her look up. She saw her fiancée standing in the doorway, a small smile adorning his face. She couldn't help but think the smile looked familiar, to a time and place before they'd met. "Hey."

"Hey back," was the response she got. "Couldn't sleep? I felt you turning around restlessly."

She shook her head. "I had this dream, it looked so real."

The man slowly sat down besides his fiancée, noticing the baby blanket in her hands. "You want to talk about it, Wendy?" He carefully asked, because he knew whenever she felt pressured she'd shut down.

The strength radiating from him gave her the courage to speak. "It looked and felt so real, almost as if it were a memory. Which is strange, because I don't think we can actually remember anything that happened before the age of four. And, and ... it was just weird."

His silent support of him asking her to tell him more made her continue. "It was so sad, Peter. I remember a young man and a young woman standing inside a stable. They were obviously very much in love and about to run away together when this older woman entered. She wasn't happy at all to learn they were about to leave. They reasoned with her and when they thought they had her blessing, she pulled the man's heart out of his chest, crushing it. Literally crushing it in her hand, killing him."

Peter kept silent but he grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Wendy looked up and gave him a sad smile. "I remember seeing her in a wedding dress, when this young girl walked in telling her she truly was the fairest of them all. The look on her face, was one of complete shock when she learned the young girl had told her mother about the two of them."

Peter didn't ask her who she meant with 'the two of them'. He knew she meant the young man and the young woman. "What happened next?"

Wendy looked thoughtful for a moment, then she continued: "The young woman was sitting in a chair, next to the window. She was pregnant. The young girl kept touching her belly, clearly happy, while her face was completely void of any emotion. There also was this king, I think he's the young girl's father. He didn't look happy at all. Then it flashed to the woman sitting on her bed, she was knitting and she looked genuinely happy, every once in her while stroking her belly and obviously talking to her unborn child."

"Next, was her giving birth to the child, a baby girl. Then, when she was feeding her daughter, her own mother walked in. Without saying a word she took the child with her in the blanket she was wrapped in, completely ignoring her own daughter's pleas."

Wendy looked up at Peter, her eyes glistening with tears. Then her eyes grew wide as she remembered what the blanket looked like. Looking down at the blanket in her hands, she brought it up for closer inspection. "The blanket... It looked just like this one." And once again her eyes sought out Peter's.

"It's just a dream, sweetheart. Your subconscious is projecting all that you learned this past week, making you dream about it. Thus making it look so real." Peter softly stroked Wendy's hair before enveloping her in a tight hug.

Letting her head rest on his shoulder, Wendy sighed. "I guess you're right."

"You should know that by now." Peter teased, earning himself a playful slap on his arm. He stood up and held out his hand. "Come, we're going back to sleep." Wendy stood up and took the hand that was offered, interlacing their fingers.

The next morning, when Wendy woke up, the other side of the bed was empty. One look at the alarm clock told her morning soon would turn into afternoon. She wasn't really surprised, as sleep hadn't come easily and when she did sleep it was plagued with dreams about the man and woman. At one time the man had even spoken directly to her, calling her by her given name. Also the woman had said her name, when she'd had the baby girl cradled in her arms.

Getting out of bed, she made a rash decision. She got dressed, grabbed her suitcase and threw in some outfits and her toiletries and then proceeded to carry the heavy thing down the stairs, leaving it next to the door. She walked into the study and turned her laptop on. When the start-up was completed, she went in search for the first available flight to the USA. With one click her flight was booked and all that was left was getting a rental car so she could go to the place she felt she needed to be.

When Peter opened the front door, he saw Wendy's suitcase. The sound of the printer told him where she was. He made his way over to the study and simply stood there. Wendy felt his presence and turned around. "I have to go, Peter."

Peter nodded. "I understand. When does your flight leave? Want me to take you to the airport?"

Wendy stood up and gave Peter a hug. "Thank you and yes, please. My flight leaves in three hours."

"Well, grab your things then and we'll be on our way."

An hour later they arrived at London Heathrow. With a hug and kiss Peter and Wendy said their goodbyes. "I'll come as soon as I can." Peter said. "Call me when you've arrived?" Wendy nodded and after a final intense kiss, she turned around and made her way over to customs.