Okay well I think I kinda know where I'm headed with this... I hope you like it still. Enjoy!
A curse.
That's what it was, being forced to sit in a room filled with villagers that just had to complain about everything.
Boredom was in order and she seriously was about to leap at the next shepherd complaining about the missing cattle case that seemed to plague the kingdom.
Yeah she'd went after the sheep, so what? Better that than a dozen of dead commoners, no?
She rolled her eyes and started to massage her temples as another villager came into the room escorted by two of her best knights. He was young and looked rather scared, he played with his hands nervously and looked around the room a few times. She smirked, slightly amused, which was something to behold after those few centuries she'd just spent roaming the earth.
The young one bowed down and sheepishly waited for her to command him to make his request, which she did after a few moments of silence. He sighed, looked up, knowingly avoiding her eyes and asked about the same issue as the rest of them.
She huffed and got up slowly, a devious smile upon her crimson lips.
"I will tell you the same thing I have told every single imbecile that stepped inside this throne room today, the disappearance of your cattle is to ensure your protection," she towered over the young man and he shivered as she traced the line of his jaw with an ice cold finger, "unless you'd rather have people missing instead?"
And with that a throaty laugh ensued.
The young lad shook his head vehemently and the Queen could hear the pounding of his heart, the longer she'd share his space the louder it got and it made her need grow stronger.
That needy feeling taking hold of her sensible judgment and clouding her mind just so it could take some sort of control over her and have her succumb to the instincts her mother had spent decades sharpening. Those same instincts that had forced her to run away from her homeland for a century or so, leaving it to desolation in the iron fist of Cora.
The poor boy whimpered, seeing the strange and devious look in his monarch's eyes and Regina snapped out of her haze, shaking her head from side to side and letting go of the little one's throat.
He fell to the floor and she yelled for her knights to come pick him up and to drag him away.
One of her men stayed behind, watching her as she made her way back to the throne on unsteady feet.
"Is everything alright your Majesty?" he asked, voice laced with concern.
With her head lowered she nodded, growled for him to make sure no one came in for the rest of the day and she slumped into the chair as soon as he agreed and left the room.
She battled with the hunger, caging it and regaining a semblance of composure. Her mind somewhat horrified.
She'd almost snapped. Again…
It had been years since last time and now Regina could hear the faint echo of her long dead mother's voice nagging at her to be more of the predator she was meant to be. That those humans didn't deserve to live anyway…
And she sighed.
This time there was no one to take over the throne should she go insane and murder most of the population… And so she reigned in her envy and took a deep cooling breath before getting up and heading to her chambers.
.::.
Emma sighed when she was presented a sword. She looked up at her father and he seemed so proud of her. She was finally trained and old enough to carry on the family's legacy.
A legacy that had cost her mother's life, she thought bitterly. But still at the pride in her dad's eyes she couldn't help but smile at him.
"You're finally ready, Sweetheart." He returned her smile gently as she took the sword and took a few steps back to wield it. "May this blade cost their lives to many a leeches."
She nodded, sheathing the blade carefully.
"It belonged to your mother, you know?" David said out of the blue as he pulled Emma in and squeezing her shoulder as he started to walk towards the road.
She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, her voice barely audible when she asked him if he really thought she was worthy of it.
He looked down at his eighteen year old, a confident look in his eyes.
"Of course Emma! No one is more worthy than you are to take over your mother's sword. She was the best damn slayer I have ever seen, and you inherited that from her… It only makes sense that you have her blade."
He rubbed her arm up and down and the young blonde smiled, reassured.
"Thanks Dad."
They stayed silent for a few minutes, as they approached the village they'd laid camp a few miles from.
Everything was bustling around them, the sounds of the birds and the wind rustling the leaves, made the afternoon so much more delectable…
… But every good thing has to have an end. And it's as the both of them stepped into the village that everything took a turn for the worst.
There was silence for the most part. No one around, except for a young man running around rambling about a creature of nightmare and death.
The blonde made a move to approach him, but David held her back.
She turned around, a somber look in her eyes.
"Emma…" he said his tone careful.
She nodded and his hold on her loosened until she could walk toward the young man.
She'd heard stories about these parts of the country when she was younger. A place where dangerous creatures roamed, where wolves morphed into humans in the daytime and where the most threatening one there was looked like anyone else. A hideous creature so fierce it could rip you limb from limb and still have you conscious to make sure you saw them as they reveled in your screams.
Emma unconsciously shivered as she remembered the stories her mother used to tell her.
Those creatures had been the death of her, and Emma had vowed to make sure she'd make all of them pay.
So when she heard the young lad more properly her blood boiled.
"… I swear! I saw her! She was hideous! Dangerous!" he babbled and Emma took hold of his shoulders.
He jumped in fear and she shushed him when he made to scream.
"Who was? What happened?"
She shook him slightly when he made no move to answer her. He snapped out of the frenzied moment he was stuck in and he started to explain. Carefully choosing his words.
"She was about to kill me… I saw it… in her eyes. There was only darkness there. Like a predator. There was something… I swear…"
He started sobbing lightly and she squeezed his shoulders reassuringly.
"I believe you and I can help. But you have to tell me who." She smiled something warm and almost friendly.
But that smile disappeared as soon as he whispered, "The Queen."
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