~~~~~~~~~~~~ Enchanted forest (A Long time ago) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The palace floated upside down in the air, in the exact same way bricks don't. Walking along the roof (or the floor, Depending on who you ask) was the Princess of Discord herself. She was incredibly bored. No doubt about that.
"I wonder what my subject are doing. Probably sane things like watering their gardens and patting their dogs. Yuck. They should be watering their pets and patting their tomatoes. Everybody does it WRONG!" She shouted.
Strutting toward her window, she looked at the world from a different view. She looked to her subjects' homes and families. "Yuck." She recited. She looked to her tree of punishment. The cage from the branches hung the 'right way', and inside sat the people who either broke the rules, or stuck to them, depending on the Princesses mood. "Yuck." Again she said.
She looked to her reflection. Pink hair, green and purple eyes and tiny horns on the top of her head. With a sigh, she receded to her bed. Hard as rocks and cold as stone. Throwing her head back to the pillow she groaned.
"BORED!" She roared out.
Then, something happened. Something within her mind told her that someone… new had stepped into her castle. With a click and a flurry she was her foyer. There stood the queen. Prin stopped and bowed slightly.
"Your majesty."
The queen stared at her, fire behind her eyes.
"What are you?" At least she was straight to the point.
"I, milady, am a creation of chaos and creator of it as well. You stand in my palace, or at least, my abode on your land." The Princess stated. Number one rule of the queen, don't piss her off.
"I have heard word that missing children have been spotted in this area."
Discord stopped for a moment. The queen… caring about… children…
"That is correct, your majesty." she started cautiously. "The children were unwanted by the ones who protected them, so I… borrowed them to be my subjects. There is nothing in this world more chaotic then children."
"Why do you need subjects?" The queen asked bluntly.
The princess was officially lost. The queen wasn't like this normally, and she didn't really have an answer for her. She was lonely, she guessed.
"I was… bored." She answered.
The queen stared back at her with daggers. "I highly recommend you return them to me at once." It was a demand, despite the words.
XxXxXxXxXx
She was back at the park. Thinking. Wishing. Hoping. Needing. What did she need? She needed an escape from the dullness of this sanity. She needed something to happen, but what in this boring world would occur? And it was even less likely to be around her. She groaned and threw her head over the back of the bench, to find her eyes locking with the queen.
She gulped.
"Oh popsicles."
"Hello, Moira." She spat.
Prin groaned. The worst bit of the sentence was that she used the wrong name. She rolled her eyes and stared back at the water of the pond.
"What are you doing here?" Prin complained. "Don't you have to be…? I don't know, doing good guy stuff?"
The queen audibly stiffened behind her and Prin smirked. It was well known that Regina was on the side of the angels now, and Prin planned to make fun of it.
"Tell me one good reason not to take you in right now."
Well, I've got a very protective and possessive person lying in bed at home and if I go missing there is nothing able to stop him from hunting you down, findin.
Prin shrugged. "The stations not open yet."
The queen growled and grabbed her sleeve. "I'm the mayor. I have a key."
XxXxXxXxXx
And here she was, in the place of her nightmares. Against the wall of a cell with disgustingly dull green bars, being interrogated by the good guys… but not the one she expected. Rumple must be busy… kanoodling with his beauty.
"Prince Charming!" Prin chimed, rolling every r to a cat-like purr. "What a surprise! I thought you'd be busy with your… wife." She nearly gagged at the word.
"Where is he?" Another straight to the point person. Must be the majority.
"Where's who, David?" Prin acted innocent.
"You know who. If you survived the destruction of Neverland, that means he did too."
"Pan?" Prin put a hand to her chest. "What makes you think I know?"
There was a clanging outside. A jangling sound mixed with a growl. Prin smiled.
"Wait here." The prince ordered before leaving the room to investigate.
"Not like I have a choice!" Prin called after. Receiving no reply, she smiled.
Prin wasted no time turning her bars to small wind-up mice with a flick of her free wrist. She stretched up and down a few times. Alas, her victory did not go unnoticed as the 'saviour' walked in.
"Ah, Emma. Lovely of you to allow me to visit, but I must be off." She faked despair at the notion as the door opened and a hooded figure entered. The hoodie was very similar. Prin skipped off to him.
Sadly, Emma thought it would be a good idea to pull out her gun.
"Emma Swan… We are not here to harm you or your family." Prin sighed. "We just want to be left alone. We won't cause trouble, we won't hurt anyone, and we just want to… be."
For a moment, the blonde faulted. David re-entered the room only to see Prin and the figure disappear in a flurry of pink and grey smoke.
"Why'd you let them go?" He demanded. "That was Pan!"
"No… It wasn't."
