Author's Note: Hello patient readers! :D
We are back, again. Exams time, but when we did have time to write… words wouldn't come out, yes, writer's block. Dami and I are really sorry for making you wait, but we really hope the wait will worth it.
We would like to say a few things before we let you read the chapter. First, we are incredible grateful to all of you –for the astounding support and the acceptance you have shown for this story. We reached 100 follows and that is pretty awesome! Thank you for reading. Thank you to those who had reviewed –it really encourage us to continue with the story. Thank you to our silent but present readers… and a huge thank you to our amazing and fantastic beta, RichelleBrinkley.
Second, you might not understand a thing about the prophecy, the pillars/elements and the chosen one, or about what Rumple and Tink actually know about it, that's the (cruel) idea. You're supposed to not understand a thing, just yet. The only thing I can tell you is that the prophecy of which I'm talking about is the one that it's revealed in chapter 6, so maybe go and read it again? :3 and try to keep it present for future events.
Third, talking particularly about the labyrinth, you must know that it's magical and it has its own temperament and I could say that it's ruled by emotions. So... keep that in mind and notice the few details related to this particular attribution. ;-)
Finally, I wanted to mention that Dami (talented Dami) made a trailer for our story. You can find it on YouTube, here's the last part of the link for those curious that want to take a look: /watch?v=Ns4pW0ImJDk (I just looove the last part.)
With nothing more to say, we leave you with the chapter. Enjoy!
Long way to happy
CHAPTER 8
The vine walls kept ghostly rising—neither Regina nor Robin moved. They were both too amazed by the terrifying display that was happening before their eyes; a cloak of darkness and dread seemed to have fallen over their surroundings—the air suddenly was heavy with horror, and both adults felt that whatever was about to happen was not going to be good at all.
"Stay behind me," Regina warned as she started cautiously down the path the vines had created for them—to both their sides the strange vegetation continued growing. Robin followed closely, not wanting to disturb the queen more than he already had.
Upon turning the corner the walls had created, they saw that different paths had been created by the rare and exotic vines, similar to a radial system—from where they stood, infinite pathways spread never-ending.
Regina raised her hand, attempting to touch the strange vegetation, but the instant Robin realised what she was about to do, he took the former queen's hand in his. "I don't think that's a good idea. We don't know what these plants could do to us."
To Robin's surprise Regina simply nodded, her gaze transfixed on the vine walls ahead of them. Robin gently let go of her hand.
"We're never getting out," he heard her whisper helplessly.
"Out?"
"It's a labyrinth, Robin. There's no way out."
Regina's voice was soft, strangled almost. When approached her side, Robin saw that tears were forming in her chocolate brown eyes, and her breathing seemed errant.
"Hey, Regina, breathe." Seeing how she had started panicking, Robin grasped her gently by her forearms, and turned her to face him. "Breathe. In…out. In…out." Regina tried to follow the archer's instructions, but inside she could feel how her throat was closing in, leaving no way for precious air to reach her lungs. She was prey to panic again—it had been so long since those episodes occurred to her, she had almost forgotten.
Had it happened in another life? Had it happened to another person? Regina Mills didn't know.
She felt Robin's hand resting against where her heart was supposed to be and hers resting over his strong chest.
"Listen. Breathe, Regina." And so she tried… the former queen looked at Robin's hand, and then into his blue eyes, deep and calm oceans. If it weren't for the fact that their children were lost—taken to be accurate—she could have cried a river just by contemplating those cobalt blue immensities. Robin's eyes gave her a feeling of warmth and safety—of home—something she believed was lost the instant Emma Swan had set foot in Storybrooke. But looking at him awkwardly, the feeling no longer existed—it evaporated like raindrops succumbing before the power of the almighty sun.
Robin Hood was nothing but a legend to her, a legend Regina had heard of in her cursed life. She didn't know the real Robin, the human one... and Regina realized that she could get to know him. She could see through the roughness of his appearance; she had been a witness of how his attitude changed when she was near, when she needed him, even if she didn't realize it.
He cares. He sees me, she suddenly realized. He knows me more than he thinks he actually does.
You want to know him, too. It was not a voice, but her magic, spreading white hot through her veins—whispering.
All her life Regina had thought herself an enigma, a puzzle, a riddle people had to solve if they wanted to get to know her. First, it had been Snow White. The first person who truly saw her, who realized what she wanted: acceptance. That little girl understood what her mother never had.
Second, it had been Emma Swan, Snow White's daughter. The mighty saviour had realized who Regina was, who she lived for, Regina's fears… all that, was Henry.
But everything changed when she met the thief. Robin Hood didn't know anything about her apart what she had told him—and yet, he seemed to know, intuitively, so much more. He could see past the Evil Queen without a second thought—he understood the Queen.
Regina kept looking into his deep ocean blue eyes, trying to imitate Robin's normal breathing.
I want to know you, she admitted to herself.
The vine walls stopped growing.
The former queen lost himself in Robin's eyes, but most importantly in the rhythm of his heart. She closed her eyes and felt how slowly her breathing became normal once again.
"There," Robin whispered lovingly; she could feel his breath tenderly caress her lips.
In.
He smelled like forest… and fresh mint.
Out.
Robin's hand was still firmly pressed against her chest, and she could almost feel how the touch burned her skin even through her clothes. Regina could imagine how the archer's hand rose and fell with her own rhythmic breathing.
In.
Out.
The brunette opened her eyes and saw Robin still looking worriedly at her. Neither of them let go of their hands.
"Thank you," Regina said with a small, timid smile.
Robin thought that he could spend his whole life seeing her smile, and with the rhythm of her heart beating against his bare hand. He could almost forget they were in a dreadful, menacing labyrinth.
He smiled back.
"We're going to find them, Regina. Trust me."
"I know."
Robin knew what she was actually saying was 'I know we are going to find them' and 'I trust you', and he couldn't be more grateful for her confidence in him.
They reluctantly let go of each other's touch and stepped out of the other's proximity. Side by side, leaving the turn behind, they took the step that would lead them completely into the labyrinth.
The turn disappeared in a flash of white light—and when they both turned to look back, there was nothing but darkness.
Regina took Robin's hand in hers, squeezing it as if her life depended on it.
Robin didn't have to look at her to imagine how scared she was, he was feeling the same way, so he gave her hand a little squeeze but didn't pull away.
"I'm right here," he heard himself saying, "and I'm not going anywhere."
Regina found herself believing what Robin said; she was no longer alone in this mysterious quest, she had a partner now. She found herself taking the risk, taking the chance.
Would it hurt if Robin left or betrayed her? Would it hurt if he didn't keep his promise? Both her heart and mind adamantly insisted she wouldn't—but the magic pumping warmly through her veins and spreading a comforting feeling made her say yes.
There was no going back—her magic had chosen to care again, chosen to be vulnerable, chosen to expose her heart and soul. There were no certainties but one: the only way was forward.
…
"Regina, we must rest. I can hardly see before us," Robin said, stopping and making Regina stop too when he didn't let go of her hand and she attempted to keep walking. "We need to stop walking blindly and figure a way out."
The former queen looked up at him and silently nodded. He is right after all, and she thought that Robin looked rather tired.
The adults had been walking side by side holding hands for hours. Neither of them could tell for just how long. They didn't know if it was still night or if the day had arrived.
Neither the moon nor sun had risen in the sky—there was only darkness. But, until now, they had been able to see. It seemed as though night had fallen upon them, despite the day not previously having left and the complete absence of any the moon or stars shining.
The labyrinth has magic itself, Regina thought, looking up at the indistinct sky above them before directing her attention back to her companion.
When the archer suggested stopping it was because Robin felt Regina was walking slower, her hand in his grew heavier and exhaustion was growing on him too.
"What are you doing?" The archer said accusingly to Regina, abruptly turning her to him. He suddenly let go of their hands and the instant he did so, a horrified expression cross the former queen's face.
"What are you doing? Don't let go of my hand!" she hissed, eyes wild and desperate.
"Stop doing what you're doing," Robin said, looking straight into her eyes. "Cut it out, Regina. I don't need your protection."
Robin felt flattered because of what she had been doing the entire time they had been walking hand in hand, until the moment he realized her protection was draining her energy.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Regina argued, crossing her arms over her chest in a stubbornly.
But her body betrayed her, and gave into the tiredness. She was falling, again, but Robin caught her with his strong but still gentle arms.
"Oh, please, don't make regret not killing you in the first place," Regina mocked, seeing the smug smile forming on Robin's lips.
"Thank you, my queen. But truly, I don't need your protection."
Robin helped Regina to a clearing, where more paths seemed to spread from.
She had finally admitted to him that she had been using her magic to protect him, protect them she had said even though Robin didn't believe her.
When the archer asked why, Regina didn't answer. Many answers did cross her mind, though— because you're my friend, because I care, because I need you to find our sons, because I don't want to be alone in this labyrinth.
I want to know you, her magic reminded her.
"I'm the gentleman here; I'm supposed to protect you."
Regina huffed at Robin's stupid but chivalrous words and smiled. "I can very well protect and take care of myself."
"I know."
They were both sitting near the fire Regina had conjured magically and huddled under a blanket she had created similarly.
"What were you talking to Henry about? Earlier, before they—they took him," the former queen faltered as she remembered the creatures taking her precious son away.
"Boy stuff."
"So you're a boy now?" Regina asked, arching a perfect brow at Robin, provoking him.
He laughed under his breath and looked down, shaking his head. "We were talking about you. About how likeable you are, despite all of your attempts to scare everyone away by playing evil and heartless.
See, I like when I manage to do that. You, gaping, and now the cold facade will come back and–"
Robin's mouth kept moving but no words came out of it. He frowned and looked at Regina who was trying her best not to laugh.
"I like you best when you're quiet. Let's leave you that way, shall we?"
"Regina!" Robin mouthed and abruptly stood up, walking to tower over her.
"Sorry, dear. I can't hear you," she said, her voice strangled with the barely concealed laughter. Robin reached down and pulled Regina by her arms up to eye level with him. They were only inches apart.
The archer pointed his index finger to the spot his heart was, then to his lips and finally to Regina. She didn't need to be told what he meant by the gestures—(I'm going to kiss you, unless you give me my voice back.)
She waved her hand. "Done. Now, let. Me. Go."
Robin smiled at her threatening tone, and realized how systematic she was—the lioness, he thought, thinking back. She will always roar at you if you push her. You must show her you mean no harm—tame her, make her realize she needs you... and only then may you approach.
So he let her go—at least for the moment.
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"Oh, sweet brother! Come back here," Irene exclaimed cheerfully turning her gaze from the mirror to lay her eyes on her anxious brother, Deimos. "Stop walking! It's just the I-pretend-not-to-like-you they are doing!"
Deimos stopped for only a second and gave Irene a dreadful look. Then he started passing again.
"Soon they are going to stop pretending and the ghost will come out."
"What did you do with the boys?" Deimos asked stopping again, his red and gold cape gently stroking the cold stone floor.
"They are sleeping, until mommy and daddy come to rescue them." The lady answered without tearing her eyes away from the mirror. "Cora was right."
"About what, sister?"
"Love is weakness, but her precious daughter hasn't learned that lesson. She knows it, and yet, you can see in her eyes how slowly but willingly Regina would rather succumb to love."
Deimos moved until he was behind his sister and slowly rested his chin on Lady Irene's shoulders.
"We all suffer from love, sweetling," the male twin whispered, both of them looking to the talking figures in the mirror, "That is our greatest tragedy." Deimos took a step more, melting into his sister, and literally walking through her, into the mirror—the previous image showing Regina and Robin disappeared in a silver wave the instant the black-haired man got lost in the mirror. "We are human, Irene, and as much as we can love, we can also die... do not forget that, or our mission will be doomed."
Irene clenched her jaw and her entire body tensed at her brother's words. "We. Will. Not. Fail."
Deimos snorted, shaking his head. "Sometimes I forget you are the passionate and reckless one here, little sister. Forgive me." And before Irene could respond, Deimos disappeared in the glittering silver of the mirror.
"You know nothing, brother." Irene turned and left the room, whispering to herself.
"You wouldn't even be here if it weren't for this stupid, passionate and reckless one."
The castle was empty—the twins claimed it now—everyone else but them was dead.
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Robin turned to his side so he could remove his long crossbow, but the hiss that escaped his lips didn't go unnoticed by Regina.
"Are you all right?" she asked, attempting to stand up.
"Fine, I'm just—ah—"Robin cursed and fell on his back.
Regina stood up and knelt by the archer's side, her hands anxiously moving over his chest but not daring to touch. "What it is, Robin?" she demanded, examining his body, searching for a wound— she spotted a red gash inches under his armpit. "What—let me," she urged, taking his hand in hers and raising his arm so she could take a better look.
"Ouch!" Robin complained. "Be gentle."
Regina snorted but tenderly caressed the wounded area.
"Could—could you remove your clothes?" she asked awkwardly.
"I thought you'd never ask," Robin bit back cheekily. The former queen shook her head and tore open Robin's shirt easily, only enough necessary to tend to his wound.
"When did you take it? The arrow," she asked, trying to avoid Robin's gaze.
"When they took—"
"Took who?" Regina asked, not getting was Robin was talking about.
The archer frowned. Exactly who took whom? He could feel it in his bones; something or someone was missing... or might it be the infected wound?
He saw Regina smiling at him, like a mother familiar with tending to an ill child. "You're beautiful," he confessed, "Did we ever meet before? Before you fell through that portal, I mean."
"Thank you, and no," Regina answered, spreading some ointment she had conjured onto Robin's wound.
Her fingers are soft, and gentle.
The former queen must've said something to him, because he could see her tempting lips moving, and her hands were fixing his cape under his head—a moment later her hands were on his forehead—so gentle—and her lips still moved. He must've said something too, because she laughed.
"Rest. I'll take care of you for now."
Robin closed his eyes. He could feel Regina's soft fingers combing tenderly through his hair, and the last thing he remembered before succumbing to darkness was the former queen's voice humming softly, trying to sooth his feverish state.
Regina kept stroking Robin's hair long after he passed out. It soothed her too.
She tried to remember when Robin could have acquired that wound.
Black cloaks and screams danced through her mind. And yet, she felt as though something was missing. What had the black-cloaked creatures wanted? She remembered falling through a portal, meeting Rola—Robin.
Regina looked to the vine walls that surrounded them, and then into the bonfire. She conjured a pot of cold water and a rag to tend to Robin.
The labyrinth seemed so much more terrifying and colder than the last time she had looked upon it with a conscious Robin by her side. Now, the scenario seemed grim.
Something is wrong.
There were no stars and no moon in the sky, only the smell of roses that grew within the vine walls.
We need to get to out.
Regina looked to Robin sleeping peacefully. She had tried her best to give him some kind of comfort, but her magic was failing—or maybe she was just tired; protecting Robin must've drained all her magic. Just a little more, she thought to herself. She was tired and needed sleep too... a white bubble engulfed them and Regina rested beside Robin, his hand on hers… just in case.
The instant the Regina closed her eyes and fell asleep, the labyrinth silently changed: propelled by a current of freezing air, new paths appeared, twisting and curving and making the labyrinth even more formidable than before.
The labyrinth did not have any monstrous creatures waiting for them. Only ghosts.
And soon, they would rise.
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-Storybrooke-
"How can you be so sure?" Tink asked Gold, striding anxiously through the man's shop.
"I saw it. I saw Regina—she must've been looking into her future the exact moment I was looking too." Gold shook his head, trying to appease his thoughts.
Regina doesn't know how to look into the future—the possible future. I didn't teach her that.
Mr. Gold remembered seeing what Regina must've seen too, but the images didn't have a voice, only the soft voice that spoke the prophecy to him.
"We need to do something! Help bring her back."
Gold snorted and look disdainfully at the fairy. "It's only been two days since we got back. We don't know how time runs in the Enchanted Forest. We need to get ready, and train the saviour."
"What?" Tink asked, genuinely surprised.
"If the enemy is aware of the prophecy, if they think Regina is the chosen one, we're in danger—you, me, Emma Swan and Henry. I saw them."
"But how—"
"If you know the prophecy, why are you asking stupid questions? If Regina isn't the chosen one, it doesn't change anything. We do know we are the other elements, and they're going to be looking for the chosen one.
Four elements, Tinkerbell—courage from the saviour, hope from you, strength from Henry, ambition from me... willingness and perseverance from the one."
"How do you know we are the elements? How are you so certain?"
"Don't you get it?" Gold asked irritably, "All signs point to Regina. But we must wait; and if we're wrong... forget about it. Many have lost their lives being consumed by the Great Prophecy."
Tink was lost. Blue had taught her about the Great Prophecy, but she had never thought she would live to see it, or better yet, to play an actual part in it.
The prophecy means the final battle between the shadows and the light, the good and the evil… but it is only for an era. For once the battle is won, by good or evil, the elements would be sorted once more, and so the chosen one… neither light or shadows could be obliterated from the world for ever that was the natural balance.
"So I should train Emma? And then what?"
"We'll wait and see if Regina comes back—and with whom if she does."
"Do you know more about the prophecy? Is there something you aren't telling me?" the fairy asked suspiciously.
Gold turned his back on her, electing to pull a dusty tome from a high shelf, blowing the dust from the cover before handing it gingerly to Tink.
"Regina's mother was consumed by this knowledge. I must admit I lost myself in it for a while too. It's about magic and killing the four parts of the pillar, it's all about power—sorceresses and magicians and wizards over common human beings. There are plenty of magical beings but only from time to time four reveal, and created a pillar. It's a natural balance."
Tink looked at Gold, intrigued.
"It's all in the book. Read it, and I'll be waiting."
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Robin snuggled closer to Regina, her back pressed completely against his broad chest, his face buried in the crook of her neck, her hair lightly caressing his inhaled; the sweet fragrance of apples invaded his unconscious mind.
The next day (or what appeared to be so), Regina woke up feeling uncomfortable. She moved her head and the fact that her lips almost crashed against someone else's took her by surprise.
"What?" she whispered, trying to turn to take a better look at Robin. She tried to wriggle out of his embrace, but the archer didn't want to let go.
"A little bit longer," he grumbled sleepily, and hugged Regina tighter.
Stop blushing like a stupid school girl. He's asleep and you do not like him—not like that.
"Robin, wake up. We need to go," Regina said, trying once again to free herself. But her attempt was futile.
"Shhh... sleep," Robin said, still asleep, and placed a tender kiss to her cheek.
Regina froze. She tried to magic herself out... but nothing.
Okay, now this is awkward, she thought bitterly, hating herself because at the same time Robin's body against hers felt warm, and right... and safe.
"Robin, we really need to go. Please!"
The archer apparently finally did hear Regina and opened his eyes, almost jumping out of his skin and as far as possible from her. "Whatdid I—whatdid I do?"
Regina snorted as she got to her feet and nervously smoothed down her shirt with her hands. "Nothing. We were just asleep," she said, still not looking at him.
"I was dreaming—I'm sorry, my lady. I didn't mean to—"
"It's okay." Regina said, seeing how uncomfortable the archer looked, "We need to get going though."
Robin turned to look at the labyrinth. Instead of vine walls, he found a beautiful clearing with weeping willows and a lake with crystalline waters. "Regina—"
Robin walked over to where she was folding the blankets and lightly touched her shoulder. "I think you should take a look at this."
Regina couldn't believe her eyes. Are we out?
"We could stay for a bit. Eat something and take a bath," the archer suggested.
"Why? We can't do that. We need to find them."
Robin frowned and looked to the former queen. "Them? We've been alone the whole time, Regina. Delaying your return to Storybrooke won't kill you." And so Robin went to pick some wild fruits from the bushes and waited for Regina to boil some water with her sparkling and, lately, rather errant magic.
"What were you dreaming about?" she asked, looking into Robin's eyes for just an instant and then lowering her eyes again as if the question scared her.
Robin absentmindedly took a fruit and looked at the brunette.
"Marian."
Regina looked up at him and their eyes locked.
"Is it true, then?"
Robin frowned, "I don't understand—"
"Your story. Where I came from you are quite the legend—stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. Your love for Lady Marian and all the odds against it—you're some kind of a hero."
Robin looked at her in surprise and in her eyes he could see a shyness that in some way didn't match with the dreadful Evil Queen.
"Does Lady Marian live in your world?" Regina nodded. "Yes? Then the story is a lie."
The brunette noticed how for an instant the light seemed to leave Robin's eyes. His voice got colder and his demeanour more harsh. "Robin I'm sorry, I didn't mean to—"
Seeing that he was heading towards the lake, in a desperate attempt to stop him, Regina grabbed his hand in her, causing Robin to halt abruptly.
He looked fiercely at the brunette who, for the first time since they had met, was consciously touching him. The time when he found her passed out in the Dark One's castle, the time she hugged him didn't count. She was stressed then. But now, Regina was wide awake, and deliberately touching him, deliberately asking him to stay, to talk to her.
"I'm truly sorry, dear. I—I didn't meant to intrude upon your life."
Robin smiled at her sadly, realizing he shouldn't have snapped at her like that. He moved to stand in front of the former queen, not letting their hands slip away just yet.
"I like you when you 'dear' me."
Regina tried to pull her hand from Robin's but he didn't let go so she shifted uncomfortably in place. "Forgive me for reacting that way. I shouldn't have my lad—Regina."
Robin sat down on the grass and Regina joined him. "Since we set foot in this labyrinth I haven't been able to stop thinking about her—I had almost forgotten how much I missed her," the archer confessed, raising Regina hands to his eye level and examining them tenderly. "I was weak, and I couldn't protect her—and she died."
"Robin, you don't need to—"
"But I want to. I want to tell you," he declared firmly, looking straight into Regina's eyes; and it was there she saw Robin really needed, wanted to talk about this. "She was fine one moment... and the next she was dead. The Dark One must have claimed his vengeance."
Robin shook his head and lowered his gaze, bringing their entwined hands down too.
"The Dark One?" Regina asked, suddenly feeling sympathy for the well-known and remarkable thief. Rumple has ruined your life too, she thought bitterly.
"I stole his wand to save Marian. A lady was with him and he forgave us. But—" Robin's voice trembled and he stopped talking, and just looked down, lost in thought.
Regina didn't know what to do or say. They needed to go on, to keep looking for their...
"Did you know him?" Robin suddenly broke the silence.
Regina was lost for a second but answered, not sure if he really wanted to know the truth because if she did know Rumple it must have been because they were monsters alike. So she simply nodded instead of voicing her answer, as if that way admitting she did know The Dark One were less painful. She waited for the blow to come. But it never came... it never did with Robin. Instead he asked, "Did he take anything away from you?" playing with their entangled hands again.
She wasn't ready to share Daniel with him, not just yet. Daniel was the only thing that had been truly hers; she didn't want to share his memory with anyone. She found herself answering, "Yes. It's complicated."
"He killed someone you loved, that's not complicated," Robin countered.
"It wasn't him." And suddenly she remembered the lion tattoo. Rumple didn't make her lose anything, he just played his part. "I... I killed him."
Robin suddenly let go of their hands and abruptly stood up, Regina following him, realizing how bad that had sounded.
"You—what?" Robin shook his head, "You had a chance at happiness and you—killed it?" He had raised his voice and started pacing.
"Robin, no. Not like that—"
"I am the one that doesn't want to talk to you right now, Your Majesty." He said it with so much contempt that Regina could have sworn she felt her heart twist in pain at the tone of rejection in his voice.
"Robin, please, let me—"
"No. I don't want you here!" he yelled, and a vine wall broke the vision of paradise, rising infinitely high between them. The labyrinth was forming again, consuming all of the beauty— the beauty that had apparently never existed.
"Robin!" Regina cried desperately, slamming her fists against the vine wall. "Don't leave me here."
Regina turned but saw nothing but vine walls and the faint light the labyrinth itself had. The day was gone and so was the night.
…
"Regina!" Robin cried, running frantically, hoping to find her—but the paths were infinite and his heart sank when he heard her calling his name.
He was mad at her for stealing her own happiness. Robin was so mad until a voice asked him, why are you so mad at her? It's her life after all.
She couldn't have killed her True Love, she just couldn't have, he thought to himself, wandering aimlessly through the labyrinth paths. His heart ached, and he didn't know if it was for his Marian, or for Regina being so incapable of loving.
Why did Marian die? A voice said.
Why? Why?! Robin shouted, tired of the labyrinth and the voices and images in his head.
You need to find him, the voice repeated. You need to remember.
"Robin?" A woman's voice called his name softly.
He turned around and his heart stopped.
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Irene laughed cheerfully, peering into the looking glass she held in her delicate hand.
"This is getting so good, brother. The ghosts are out to play." She laughed again, stretching herself across the bed but giving the large mirror a quick glance to.
"Come, it is going to be so fun to watch them struggle with their needs! Needs they don't even know they have... because they forgot."
"I know exactly how the labyrinth works, Irene," Deimos said bitterly, stepping out of the glass and walking towards the king-sized bed to where his sister lay. "If they don't accomplish it though, all my work would have been for nothing."
The dark-haired man roughly pulled the looking glass from Irene's hand, throwing it at the larger mirror. "We need them to need each other. We need them to remember their sons."
Irene laughed and crawled to the end of the bed were her brother was sitting, and started giving him a soft massage. "It's going to be fine, little thing."
"Hmmm..."
"The labyrinth always breaks them, in its own special, amazing way—it's beautiful and painful all at once."
"Hmmm..."
"They already need each other. They just need to remember."
"The boys?"
"Sleeping, I told you, you know I'm good with children," Irene stopped in her movements and jumped out of the bed in her night gown, smiling wickedly at her now relaxed brother, "Unless they disturb my plans, of course. Then, yes, things can get a little bit uglier."
She winked and moved to stand in front of the mirror. "Look! Look! He's going to find her!"
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"Robin!" Regina shouted once again, walking nowhere, "Robin Hood of Locksley! You'd better come—"
"Regina?" A young, soft voice called her name.
She turned around and saw him. Suddenly, her eyes filled with hot tears and her throat seemed to close up all over again—but somehow, a strangled word manage to escape her lips.
"Daniel?"
- TO BE CONTINUED -
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