A/N: OMG! I am so happy that I have people reading my story. I am trying to upload new chapters as soon as possible.

Chapter 2

When Regina arrived home she was greeted by the sight of Henry and Katerina playing a card game with Graham. When said people saw her Graham immediately got up and left without a backward glance.

"Henry upstairs and in bed now", Regina says to her youngest child, without taking her eyes off her daughter.

As Henry leaves Katerina sinks into the couch glaring at me 'mother'.

Regina sits down slowly not blinking. They sit in silence for a few minutes, both studying each other's reactions.

"Katerina would like to explain to me what in God's name you were doing outside the house without my permission, drinking and vandalising my town for your amusement." Regina speaks slowly and calmly trying to keep her temper in check.

Katerina however has no problem letting her mother know her true feelings.

"Well mother as you know, I am 16 years old and I have friends and a social life, and you have no reason to be angry with me, it wasn't me who was throwing shit at the buildings!" Katerina yells standing up in her seat.

"I give up on you, go up to your room NOW!" Regina responds standing up also.

"Uh. Biarch!" Katerina stomps up the stairs making sure Regina can hear every step.

Katerina POV:

Oh my God! Who does that woman think she is? I should be allowed to go out with my friends and have fun. That window incident was one time thing and it wasn't even my fault. And yet she is punishing me for being, what untrustworthy? This is son not fair. She's not even my real mother. So that woman has no right in telling me how to live my life. She is not going to get away with this. Just wait 'mother' the time will come when you will wish that I had been left at that orphanage.

Regina POV:

What am I going to do? She is becoming too much for me to handle. I mean this is just getting out of hand. Her sneaking out disobeying my orders. Not stopping Henry from going out into the world a finding that 'woman'. And now this, getting drunk and vandalising town property. She needs to learn to respect the rules. Teen-age girls need guidelines, and if they don't respect those guidelines, then they must be punished.

Henry POV:

Who is Katerina? Her recent behaviour has got me thinking about who she might be. She could be a fairytale character or she could just be a normal person. She's an adopted orphan; I have found that much out. Which leads me to believe that she is not from this world. But if she is a fairytale character, who is she? Is she a good guy? Or is she a bad guy? That thought worries the most about this whole curse business. I haven't figured out who everyone in Storybrooke is, and what if people who I know turn out to be evil when the curse gets broken. What if Katerina is evil? What if one of my favourite people in the world is evil or insane… or both. No. That's crazy she isn't evil, she's just special in her own way. She probably isn't even a fairytale character because she was brought in from out of town, like me, and there are no stories in my book that relates to her. I hope.

Fairytale land

The night was cold and dark. The shadows seemed to react with every step she took. They followed her, clinging to her majesty. As she moves the trees lean away from her, trying to distance themselves from the dark power they feel radiating from within her. Her footsteps are silent as she crosses the field to the small house by the river, the moon reflecting off her pale skin. She turns her head to the left and tilts her head, making sure she has not been followed. Satisfied with what she hears, she approaches the house as quietly as she can without running. It had been too long since she had seen him. Being hunted for crimes that she may or may not have committed was getting tiring. The time is getting close for her to fake her death again. By the time she comes out of her musing she had reached the door. Preparing to knock she has a flashback on the last time they met, it was not under the most pleasant of circumstances.

Flashback

A castle was under siege. Armies were clashing on the battlefield. He was in the very centre in combat with the leader of the offending army's leader. The leader was about to deliver the fatal blow when a bright flash of light originating from the south fell upon the battling armies. Those closest to the flash were killed instantly, their pulsing hearts being stabbed by the sharp light over and over. No one knew what the light was, or why it was created but it was the reason for his survival. He pushed himself off the ground took the leaders sword stabbed it through the flesh and muscle piercing the most vital organ in the young mans body. The leader did not die instantly he had to suffer for a number of agonising seconds, during which he saw the face of what he thought was an angel, but the closer he got to it, the more twisted ad evil the face came out to be. As he came closer to the end, the woman is his vision leaned in close and whispered a spell, at first he thought it made the pain go away, but it soon made the pain too much for him to bear and he died. The last thing he heard in this life was the cruel laughter that chilled him to the bone. The man he was fighting however had yet to be killed, and the surrounding armies had stopped to watch him kill the leader. They stopped they stared and all at once they converged on him at once. Thousands of bodies, some alive and some close to death, but all with the same purpose. Get to the man who had killed their king. But he never got to fully experience the pain of dying, of getting stabbed in every area that the soldiers could reach with their swords. Because the swarming army of soldiers was thrown back from him by another flash of light. He saw her face; the face of the woman he thought had abandoned him long ago. She leaned in to kiss him and when their lips met he blacked out. She took him to safety to a small house by a rushing river. She had left him a message letting him know that she would return when she knew that the people had forgotten about her. He woke up some time later looking around wondering how he had gotten from almost dead to sleeping in a bed by a river. He found her message and waited. He vowed to wait there until she came back because she said tat she would always come back for him.

End Flashback

The door was thrown open it's crash against the frame not welcome in the silent night. They stood there. Taking in each other's sight. Him drinking in the perfection of her face, the youthfulness she had maintained throughout these many years. She taking in the sight of him grizzled face, his long white hair, and she instantly regretted waiting so long to come in search of him.

"Merlin", she said with a smile, "it has been to long."

"Indeed it has Morgana", he replied with a smile that lit up him face.