"Hello, again," the angelic voice whispered in the darkness, and slowly did she turn toward the ghostly apparition, scowling as her dark eyes took in the soft glow that only such goodness could produce.
"Now is that anyway to greet a guest?" the sweet voice tinkled, as the woman approached her dark counterpart.
Turning narrowed dark eyes, she scrutinized her unwanted guest. A certain amount of jealousy welled within her as she beheld the ageless woman, her pale blonde hair shown like silver as its wisps escaped the intricate knot she had always worn it in, and her pale violet eyes still sparkled with the same sadness that they always had when the two women were together. How she loathed her pity. Her alabaster skin nearly matched the white silk of dress, but however beautiful she was, none of it mattered now. She was a prisoner, her prisoner. A ghostly apparition of what had once been a beautiful woman.
"Why have you come here," she asked icily, ignoring the pained look the angelic woman gave her.
Smiling sadly, "Must I have a reason to visit my jailor, the only being in all the worlds who can see me now?" she asked with sadness, and perhaps a bit of insanity.
Scoffing, the dark haired woman, whipped around, "You have come to rejoice in my defeat," she threw back quickly.
"I would never wish ill on anyone," she replied softly, "Even one such as you." Carefully did the ghostly angel step forward, "You have made a very detrimental error in calculation. You let the one thing that could destroy you in." When the dark eyed woman made no response she continued, "I too have seen what is to come to pass…everything you are working toward will be lost."
"And what is that to you," she spat back at her prisoner.
Smiling sadly, "I will be lost, trapped in that world which you made my prison. You are my only friend now," she whispered the last part sweetly.
"We are not friends," the dark eyed woman scoffed, "You would have ruined me."
"And have you not already ruined so much?" the other woman countered as she lazily walked about the elegant room, "To be where you are now, where you plan to go, what wouldn't you sacrifice?" When again she received no response she pressed on, "Two daughters of one mother, and only one can live…Tell me which of your daughters do you think will live? The little girl below the stairs now or the wickedness you carry now?" Shrugging, "Your dear husband will surely recognize that the child is not his own, and then how do explain the parentage? I know not when it will happen, but one of the two daughters will die." Reaching forward, and digging into the other woman's chest, violet eyes flashing dangerous, "I can take away the burden you carry. Erase this pain from your heart, and when the child is born, I can take her to that other world." Removing her hand, she held the black thrumming heart of her captor.
"You would like that wouldn't you," she hissed as she glared into the purple eyes of her prisoner, "You are my captive and you would hold my daughter as yours."
"You should know better than anyone that all magic comes at a cost," the other said icily as her pale purple eyes flashed menacingly, "You should never have opened your heart to that being…But you did and now you carry a monstrosity that will destroy everything you have worked for."
Her nostrils flared as she glared into the purpled eyed angel… no witch, "You can take her then, on the condition, you take away all memory of her. I want nothing to do with her. Take her to back to your ivory tower and leave me be Witch."
Smiling brightly, "Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black," she tinkled, "I will be back in seven months and when the child is born, she will appear dead to the world, a stillbirth…for all but you. You will see what you lose. I will then come and retrieve her. You shall never see either of us again." Shimmering slightly, she smiled back dangerously, "I would lock that heart away before you hurt yourself with it, Cora."
"Leave me, Glinda!" Cora spat into the air as the angelic woman disappeared, only her laughter echoing behind her.
And time did pass, and Cora locked her heart away, and she cast off the one being who could be her undoing. She watched her young daughter grow, and soon she was delivering the babe she had traded away. She held her for only a moment as the icy blue eyes looked up into her dark ones, as she smoothed back the small tuft of auburn hair. The hour was late, and soon Glinda would return for the child, the full moon shone brightly into the room, creating almost a glow around the small babe. "Selena," she whispered, "Selena was my mother's name, and now it is yours…moon child."
"Now don't get to attached," Glinda cheerfully said as she appeared in the room and quickly scooped away the babe. Looking down with cheer she said, "Oh yes, Selena does suit her well, though," and quickly waving a hand over her auburn hair, "I think she's more a blonde," and with that the hair turned a platinum blonde. Sparkling eyes, looked daringly into Cora's face, "Goodbye, Cora…forever is a very long time."
"Goodbye, Glinda," Cora replied with venom as she watched her disappear.
A dead babe was found the next morning in the crib beside Cora's bed, but for Cora it did not matter, such a small triviality her plan. She did once look into the looking glass, and try to see her prisoner's cage, but that world and all its beings were closed to her. And soon the babe was forgotten, though Glinda never did remove her memories of the child.
It was with some serious skepticism that per Snow's insistence, Home Base was moved to Regina's mansion. When they had stood in Granny's, with Regina standing at Snow's right and Emma on her side, it was brooked with little verbal resistance, though several shared faces of shock circled around the small diner.
"Regina kindly offered…" though a scoff made Snow pause as she turned angry eyes toward the culprit, "Regina has helped us!" she declared vehemently, "And regardless of the past, she helped save Henry and all of you a year ago. Like it or not, Regina is my family," she said meaningfully glancing at everyone in attendance, "And if you are against her, then you are against me."
"Snow you gotta understand this is difficult for us," Grumpy lamented from where he stood near the rest of the dwarves, leaning against the now empty pie case.
"Listen," Emma said stepping forward, "This is hard on everyone, Regina too. Don't go making it worse. We've all lost a year of our lives! Regina included…"
"That's nothing to twenty-eight," Dr. Whale threw back from where he sat with his arms crossed glaring at Emma.
Emma narrowed her eyes, "If you were all so good and great maybe you would have a little empathy then. That curse is over. This is something else. Something that she didn't do," Emma shot back, "And she's experienced plenty of loss that she doesn't need to explain to you," Firey green eyes looked around at those assembled, "We are going to get through this. Regina wants to help, and whoever wants to help is more than welcome….they are appreciated," Emma finished.
"So on that note," Snow said clapping her hands, "We are moving Home Base to Regina's where myself, David, Emma, Henry and Hook will be staying! As well we will be using a bit of magic to weed through those people we believe the Witch might be manipulating."
"How?" Ruby asked.
"Let's just say that we have some magic on our side!" Snow said with positive emphasis.
From the back of the Diner, Tink moved forward smiling at several people she passed, before stepping in front of Regina and Snow, she smiled at Snow and then looked at Regina with something akin to pride, "Would you have room for one more in that big house?"
Regina's grimace softened ever so slightly at her friend's request as she nodded her head, "Absolutely," and the looking with a certain amount of askance towards Emma and Snow, "We… Everyone is welcome."
Once upon a time, when the very first magic spread out across the nothingness, the universe was formed. From that very first moment stardust swirled together, laying the foundation for each individual world, each with its own uniqueness. Slowly did the evolving worlds drift apart, in space and in similarities until at last each world was far and away apart. But each world was created from the very same moment, and from the very first magic of the very first stardust, and thus no matter the distance or difference, the worlds were intricately connected in a great web that could be crossed, but only by a few.
Such it was that one such being was born, she blossomed forth a creation of nature and her traits, the being sprung to life from the very stardust that had created the world. Natural curiosity came easily to her, and soon she had found that there were others in her world…though that were not like her. No matter the wish, she could produce whatever anyone requested of her. In a flash of blue light, she could bring anyone their heart's delight. And the more she pleased these humans she had found, the more they believed in her gifts and the stronger it became. Soon though the humans had increased in number so dramatically that she was forced to visit them only by night, if they should call out a wish upon her star.
She was different though, and while she and the humans had come from the very same magic, at the very same time and had arrived on this world at the same time…they were different. The more she thought on it the more it became apparent that the differences between them were quite great indeed. One such difference was that she was alone… there were no others like her so she herself whispered the wish to nature. When no instant answer had been gotten, she shrugged and sulked, secluding herself away from the humans for a very long time.
Then she heard the wish, it was soft, and she had nearly missed it, but she appeared and there was a girl… a human child the likes of which she had never seen. Soft, nearly silver platinum hair and large violet eyes looked up in wonder at the fairy, and she smiled warmly and intrigued at the girl who could be no more than twelve.
"What is it child," she asked softly folding her hands in front of her blue dress.
Wide violet eyes, watered with tears, "I do not belong," she sniffed, "I am different."
"Oh but everyone is different," the fairy sang as she smiled superciliously, "You will grow up and find your way."
"No," the girl shouted, stomping her foot, "I am different," and at that she jutted forth her palm and within sparkled lavender little specs of dust that shimmered as they danced. "I am different," she finished with emphasis.
And so it was that the fairy looked on with something a little more than amazement, "You are no human," she whispered.
"No," the violet girl said solemnly, "I am Glinda."
"I am Reul Ghorm," she whispered back, still gazing reverently at the lavender sparkles.
Glinda's nose crinkled as she eyed the fairy, tilting her head she replied, "But I think I will call you, Blue."
And that was how the second fairy came to be.