I am not sure if I will do this, but I saw a lot of Henry sister/brother stories and wanted to make a better version of it...
So I made Isabella, named after Regina's dolls when she was a little girl...
Isabella concentrated, her head splitting as she did so. She had to be careful, to be quiet. No one could know what she was doing, especially not Henry. With his wild belief in the idea that the whole town of Storybrooke were all fallen Fairy tales, he would be likely to accuse her of being one too. She had to keep this from him while she could.
Shifting her focus to her doll, one she had when she was little and kept as a moment, she willed it to rise... and it did, slowly but surely, into the air little by little until it was floating about six inches in the air. She smirked.
" Victorious." Then someone knocked on her door and it collapsed, her concentration going to waste. " Come in... Henry." She knew it was Henry, it just felt like him. She could always do that.
He opened her door, a guilty excited look on his face. "I'm leaving to find Emma."
She smacked the back of his head, using her superior height to reach around and stop him from blocking. "You're an idiot, mom will skin you alive. If she really is the evil Queen like you say, you really wanna piss her off?"
"She's not our mom, Emma is!"
"Emma gave us up, I cannot fault her for that if she is as young as you say, but Regina took us is. She adopted us, gave us food, a roof over our head, and a lot of love. She was there for every fever, every bit of growing pains, my constant migraines, your nightmares... she is our mom, in all but blood and in all ways that matter." it was hard to resist the urge to punch her brother, she could never understand why he was so mean to Regina who only wanted their love. She was a tad controlling, and that could be annoying as heck, but honestly, Isabella never minded much. She could see the woman's love in all she did for them, from her going from a sucky cook into a gourmet chef, from her shallow attempts at loving gestures to her constant need to touch their hair or clothes or shoulders. The woman was a Queen in all she did but to them, she was their loving mother.
Henry just sighed. "Whatever, I'm going to find Emma. Don't tell mom and don't panic till I get back."
"Don't die, I'll sell your stuff if you do including your clocks."
He gasped. "You wouldn't!"
"Mr. Gold loves clocks as much as you do, try me."
With that, her Brother hugged her and then bolted. "Don't wait up for me. Love you, Sissy."
"You to, loser." With him gone, she turned back to her doll. "Okay, you little bitch. You will float and you will stay floating until I say otherwise. No more Missus Nice Isabella." She said this quietly, her mother would skin her alive if she knew she was swearing,.. though she might be impressed to hear her use those swears appropriately.
It took less than a minute to make the Doll rise all the way to her ceiling this time, and she kept it there for over five minutes. The best she had done in a very, very long time. Better by far than she when she tried to heal her mother's rosebush last year. It took a week for her to heal her burn wounds... and even longer for the itching to go away. Who knew Roses were so flammable when it came to magic? She was new at this, so she forgave herself but damn... it was scary.
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
This was fun, simple, and exciting.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.