Author's Notes: I do not own Once Upon A Time which is a show you should never read the interviews for. I also do not own "Always Starting Over" from the musical If/Then sung by Bea's fave, Idina Menzel. So, thank you for the reads and reviews and favorites and follows. I know it was kind of a rough ride, so I hope you enjoy this one. Please let me know what you think and happy reading!


Then

Beatrice landed on the stone floor, Joseph was crouched over her. She caught her breath as Joseph pulled away.

"Is everyone alright?," asked Alec.

They had just escaped Niall and his Death Curse, magically transitioning to a tunnel far from the throne room.

"Yeah," said John, standing up and brushing himself off. "Except I don't have a bloody clue what's going on."

Gold looked at Beatrice. "Are you alright, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, your grandpa is crazy," she said as Joseph helped her off the floor. "Worst surprise relative ever."

Louise snickered.

"What? Did I miss something?," asked John.

"I just have a thing with surprise relatives," said Beatrice. "Like my crazy grandma, my evil grandpa, the ones who just have magical powers..."

"Look, I'm sure we could discuss crazy family all day, but we need to get out of here," said Jenna.

"Now that is a sound notion," remarked Joseph.

"So, does anyone have any ideas?"

They fell silent.

"Well, that was anticlimactic," said John.

"This way," announced Gold.

The others filed out following Gold.

"Look, Joseph," said Beatrice, "about you throwing yourself over me..."

Joseph shrugged. "I didn't think. I simply reacted. There's no need for thanks."

"Yeah, about that," said Beatrice, "I have magical powers, but if you're in my way, I can't launch a fireball or an ice ball without hitting you so in the future it might not be the best move."

"Oh. Right."

"Just, you know, something to think about."

Jenna doubled back as Louise peered around the corner.

"Oh, come on. You're not seriously doing this, are you?"

"How can you not?," Louise whispered. "They're adorable."

Gold cleared his throat from behind them. Jenna and Louise stood to attention. Joseph and Beatrice turned.

"Was I the only one interested in escaping this realm from the evil king who just tried to use a death curse on us?"

"I was interested," said John.

Gold eyed him.

"Actually, really interested."

Jenna raised her hand. "Very interested."

"Then let's move along, dearies."

Gold let them file out and took Alec and Joseph aside.

He looked to Alec. "Who are those young ladies?"

"I'm not certain, but they did vouch for me."

"Interesting," said Joseph.

"Well, no hard feelings, but remember our priority is to get Beatrice home," said Gold. "Nothing will stop me in that. Are we clear?"

"Crystal," said Alec.

Joseph nodded and Gold went back with Beatrice. Alec looked to Joseph.

"We weren't properly introduced. I'm Alec, Duke of Padua. Beatrice's great-grandfather."

"Joseph Gillette. Beatrice's True Love."

"Ah..." said Alec. He motioned at Gold. "Quite interesting future father-in-law you've managed to secure for yourself there."


Now

"Am I always starting over in a brand new story? Am I always back at one after all I've done?"

The music from her alarm clock awoke Beatrice.

Yes, that was Idina Menzel.

Yes, Joseph was still gone.

"Beatrice?," said Pamela. "Beatrice?"

Beatrice squeezed her eyes shut. Around her she head Martha and Lady pad out of the bedroom and felt Pamela's slight weight sink into the bed.

"Come on," said Pamela. "You have to get up."

"Why?"

"You know why. At the very least you have a session with Doctor Hopper."

"What the gods have to give, I'll take and I'll live and I'll be bold..."

Pamela motioned at the iPhone. "Why do you choose this song to listen to?"

"If we're always starting over with every brand new morning then we're always starting out with the end in doubt..."

Because they had seen it together in New York. Of course it had been under the supervision of her parents, but they waited for Idina backstage and she never would have gotten the star's attention if Joseph wasn't there because Beatrice was just too short. Luckily, she had a tall boyfriend with a cute accent and that had been enough.

"We can leave life for tomorrow, we can grieve all that we thought we'd do or make each moment new..."

"I like it, okay?" Beatrice held back tears.

Pamela sat up. "Get dressed. Your father's making breakfast."


Then

Lestrade returned to his chambers, ready to change out of the wardrobe from the other realm, but not eager to rejoin the guard. The Death Curse was a line the king should not have crossed, but it was never as if Niall had gotten to the throne with clean hands. He looked up and saw Joseph.

"Bloody hell! How do you do that?"

"How long do we have?"

"Not long. Nearly the whole guard is out there looking for you. I ought to report you."

"Are you going to?"

Lestrade didn't answer.

"How do we get back to Storybrooke?"

"The quickest way in or out of the realm without ripping a hole in time or space is the Falls."

"The Falls?," asked Joseph.

Lestrade motioned him towards a window to look out the castle. There was a huge waterfall.

"The waters have magical powers, summon it when you ascend to the top and you can go home."

"And it just works like any other portal?"

"I dare say your lot ought to be able to figure it out. Just... be careful."


Now

Beatrice hated Archie's office. Even Pongo cuddling next to her could not make up for the crap that was their now three times weekly sessions.

She hated herself for being here. She had been at Colby a semester, not really wanting to go farther from home. The highlights of her semester had been the Italian bakery and the Thai restaurant on the street by campus. She had done alright, but her advisor and the campus psychiatrist had set her down and wondered if maybe she shouldn't take more time off to deal with her emotional issues.

Or rather she was too depressing and bumming out the people who were here to learn.

She had liked her theoretical physics seminar. She had written a paper on alternate universe theories that even got a good grade but she had liked that because it meant there could be a world out there where Joseph was alive. She didn't even care about one where they were together, just alive was good enough.

So now she came here and Archie...

What the hell was Archie even trying to do? Get her to grieve less? Grieve more?

"Grief is a perfectly normal process," said Archie. "There's no right or wrong way to do it..."

"I don't want to grieve any more," said Beatrice.

"Well, that could be good, getting on with your life-"

"No, see, I don't want to grieve anymore, but I don't have a choice. I don't know why people think I have a choice. This is not a choice. Why would I choose this?"

"Well, they say it's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all..."

"Have you ever actually loved anyone?"

Archie sat back.

"You tried to turn your parents into puppets..."

"Well, that was a mistake and I didn't quite understand the consequences..."

"You went to my dad for help and now you want to act like you didn't know what would happen?"

"It was a mistake, but this isn't about me-"

"No, you're trying to give me advice-"

"I'm really not, Beatrice."

"Good because you have about no authority. I am grieving. I don't think I'll ever stop and I can't stand it."

"Beatrice, have you had thoughts of harming yourself?"

Beatrice stood and picked up her coat. "Don't be stupid."

"Beatrice, we're not finished yet-"

She opened the door again and found Belle sitting in the waiting room. She quickly put down her book and stood.

"Beatrice? That was a little soon, wasn't it?"

She pointed at Archie.

"Give me one damn reason I should take advice from this guy."

"Perhaps that's as good a place as any to end for the day. We can meet again on Friday."

"I'm not coming back," said Beatrice, putting on her coat and stalking out.

Belle caught up with Beatrice on the sidewalk.

"That wasn't very nice."

"I'm sick of the grief is a natural process crap. I can't think of anything less natural. I don't want to do it anymore."

Belle took Beatrice's hand, forcing her to slow her pace as she stormed down the street.

"That's not how it works."

"Then how does it work?"

"One day it just doesn't hurt as much, Then it hurts a little less, it never goes away entirely but you learn to live with it."

"It's been over a year. When does it hurt less?"

"Well-"

Belle was pulled back as Beatrice froze in her tracks. She looked ahead on the sidewalk to see Lila Foley pushing Enola along in her stroller. The woman pointedly avoided eye contact with them as she walked away.

"You should try talking to her again," said Belle.

"What would that solve?" She looked at her mother. "She blames me for Joseph's death and she's right."

"She's not right. You can't blame yourself."


Then

While Joseph found Lestrade, the others waited in the underground catacombs of the castle.

"And now there's tunnels of skeletons!," Beatrice hissed.

"Well, we can't choose our families..." Gold quipped back.

"You know, I think you owe Merlin an apology," said Beatrice.

"Merlin?," asked Alec.

"Yeah, because Mom said you had a fit about that whole thing, but there are definitely worse people to be related to," said Beatrice.

Alec frowned. "How are you related to Merlin?"

Beatrice's jaw dropped. Gold gave her a bemused smirk.

"He doesn't know, does he?," Beatrice whispered.

"No," Gold whispered back.

"I don't know what?," asked Alec.

Louise covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. The others turned to eye her questioningly.

"Uh, nice dress," Jenna said to Beatrice, attempting to change the subject.

"Oh," she said. "Thanks. I usually don't wear party dresses to other realms, but it's my birthday."

"Oh," said Jenna. "Well, happy birthday."

"Happy birthday," Louise added.

"You always wear party dresses to other realms," Joseph announced emerging into the light of the torches.

"Well, you always wear some version of that suit."

"Did you find the way out?," asked John.

"Yes," Joseph pulled a map from his breast pocket and handed the swords he'd been given to Alec and John. "Lestrade says the portal is at the Falls. He thinks your magic will be enough to open it."

John pulled out the map. "Anyone have a compass?"

"I do," Louise said quickly, pulling a phone out of the pocket of her motorcycle jacket.

Jenna coughed.

"What? There's a compass function on the phone?" She handed it to John.

"What kind of iPhone is this?," asked John.

Beatrice peered over. "It's not a 6, is it?"

"Um..." Louise began.

"Yeah," hissed Jenna.

"Let's go," said Gold.

"Right. Allons-y," said Louise.

"Oh, cool, do you guys watch Doctor Who, too?," asked Beatrice.


Now

It had come to this.

Beatrice rang Regina's doorbell.

"Beatrice," Regina said with surprise as she came out.

"I need help."

"Of course. Come in."

Beatrice followed Regina into the white house.

"Can I get you something?," asked Regina.

"A forgetful potion."

Regina turned. "For what?"

"For me. I thought you would get that."

Regina nodded. "You want to forget Joseph."

"Yeah."

"You won't be the same."

"No, I will be who I was before I met him. I'll be fine."

"Do you really believe that?"

"Yeah, I can watch Sherlock again. Totally missed the Christmas special."

Regina shook her head. "Unbelieveable. You want to forget your True Love so you can watch a TV show."

"No," said Beatrice. "I want to forget my True Love so that I can wake up in the morning without having to cry."

"You're betraying him."

"No," said Beatrice. "He wouldn't want this for me."

"And how can you possibly know that?"

"Because I would never want it for him."

Regina crossed her arms. "Before we do anything, I need to show you something."


Beatrice followed Regina into the mansion.

"What are we doing here?," asked Beatrice. She shuddered. "My parents' honeymoon mansion?"

Regina shuddered.

"It's not that," she said. "Follow me."

Regina led her to the wall sconce that opened the secret room.

"It's a library."

"No," said Regina, plucking a book at random from the shelves. She opened it to reveal the blank pages. "These are blank storybooks. This house belongs to the Author."

"You mean that's actually a real thing?," asked Beatrice.

"Someone is pulling the strings and..." Regina paused. "That's why Joseph's gone."

"What?"

Regina led her to the pile of story books and motioned at them. "See for yourself."

Beatrice opened one.

"The Dark Princess." She looked up at Regina questioningly. "What is this?"

"Where the Author has tried to tell your story. So far you're the only one he hasn't succeeded with. I think that's why he... well, why Joseph is dead."

Beatrice looked at the book. "I'm the villain. Why am I the villain?"

Regina shrugged. "It would seem the Author prefers to reuse the same tropes. A princess of untapped potential with a magical parent loses her first love."

Beatrice looked up at Regina.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"Don't look at me like that. I just thought you deserved to know who you really ought to be mad at."

"Does my dad know?"

"No, for once, Rumplestiltskin is in the dark. You're the only one who can defeat the Author and get our happy endings."

Beatrice put the book down.

"Your happy ending," she said.

Regina was insulted. "This is for everyone."

"Like you care about everyone. This is about you and Robin Hood."

"It's about always losing."

"How are you always losing? Oh, you mean how you tried to kill his wife and the relationship has been kind of awkward since?"

"I know I've made mistakes. I want to be a better person, but the way this book is laid out, there is no point. The heroes always win, the villains always lose. Even when we do the right thing, we lose. You know that."

"I have to go," said Beatrice walking away.

"Beatrice, don't go," pled Regina. "Please."

Regina followed her out of the house.

"Even if you forget Joseph, no one else will!," said Regina. "Your father won't stand for it."

Beatrice stood at her car door.

"You're the only one who can get us happy endings."

"Regina, I don't care! I just don't care! My happy ending is gone! So, whatever!"

Beatrice got in her car and drove off.

Then she started wondering if the Author was real.

And had he killed Joseph?

Because Regina was right. Beatrice had seen heroes and villains and the thin line between the two. She had assumed the game was rigged because of people's prejudices.

Now...


Then

"Okay, this must be it," said John as they arrived at the top of the waterfall.

"And you possess this magical knowledge how?," asked Gold.

John held up the map. "I can read this well enough."

Beatrice approached the edge. "How does it work?"

"Well, let's see," mused Gold.

He closed his eyes and held up his hand.

"What is he doing?," John asked Joseph.

"No idea," he answered.

Gold stopped and turned to Beatrice.

"I think I need your help."

"Oh, right," said Beatrice who then proceeded to do the same thing 0her father had.

John looked at Joseph. "Now what are they doing?"

"I still have no idea."

"How can you have no idea?"

Beatrice stopped, falling back, Gold caught her as Joseph rushed over.

"Are you alright?," asked Louise.

"Whatever spell my mother did appears to have damaged her magic," said Gold.

"What? Like permanently?," asked Beatrice. "We have to get home."

"No, I don't think it's permanent. Your powers are too strong for that."

"What's our course of action?," asked Alec.

"Wait and let Beatrice rest," said Gold.

Jenna and Louise exchanged glances.

Gold motioned at the rocks. "Take a seat, dearies."

Louise walked over by Jenna, glancing back at the others.

"We could..."

Jenna stared at her sister with her jaw dropped. "You're not serious, are you?"

"Well, it's better than sitting here for the army to show up."

"No, it's not because he's already wondering why you hugged him."

"I thought he had come to get us."

"Is there a problem?," asked Joseph.

Jenna and Louise straightened up immediately.

"No problem," Jenna said quickly, motioning at a rock. "Just gonna sit here."

John looked around. "This isn't exactly safe you know, the landing further down, behind the falls was at least concealed."

"Mr. Gold?," asked Joseph.

"Fine."


Now

Gold walked into the back room of the shop. Beatrice sat behind the spinning wheel.

"Sweetheart?," he asked.

As he moved closer, he could make out something in her hand. The telltale luster of gold thread wrapped between her fingers.

"Beatrice?"

"I wanted to see if I could do it."

"And so you can."

"I did what you said, the way you said it happened for you."

Gold pulled a chair next to her, removing the thread from her fingers.

"That's alright."

She looked him in the eye. "I have a moment. A moment that would make me kill."

Gold shook his head. "You would never hurt anyone."

"I almost did. With Zelena. I'm going to be a villain."

"That's simply not true, sweetheart."

"Nobody ever loses something and becomes the good guy. You didn't, Regina didn't, even Batman has questionable ethics..."

"Beatrice, you are nothing like me or Regina-"

"Check again because I think I am."

"You are not a villain."

"Love makes us sick, haunts our dreams, destroys our days..."

"You should never listen to anything I say."

"It's true. I'm sick and it won't stop. It's never going to stop, is it?"

Gold couldn't answer.

"Please, Dad, don't sit here and tell me that it's going to get better, that I'll find someone else because we know that's not true. There's no one else. True Love doesn't strike twice."

Her father held her as she sobbed and that's when Beatrice knew she had no other options.


Then

Night fell and the group remained huddled at the landing under the falls. John sat with Joseph staring at Gold.

"He's terrifying," John whispered.

Joseph looked over. Beatrice slept next to her father as he kept watch, his suit jacket rolled up underneath her head.

"I mean, I have met some terrifying people lately, I thought they were anyway and he is just... terrifying..." He eyed him. "I thought he would be shorter."

"He's not so bad, he doesn't kill anyone because he doesn't like their religion..."

"Yeah, suppose there's that." He looked up at Joseph. "Why the hell didn't you say anything?"

"I did."

"You left me some drunken text messages about a wicked witch-"

"The Wicked Witch."

"Oh, pardon me, then, the Wicked Witch. How was I suppose to know to take any of this seriously? And this True Love bit, what is that?"

"It's not a bit," Joseph said tightly.

"Then what is it?"

"I love her."

John drew a breath. "God, you are actually serious."

"I never thought I would. I never thought anyone would... love me."

They heard a rumbling down below. Looking through the water at the base of the Falls, the Royal Guard had assembled.

"Your man Lestrade couldn't buy us more time?," asked John.

"It's hardly his fault," said Joseph, moving to look over the edge. "If he knew this was the only way out, do did they."

Beatrice stirred. "Is there a reason this guy just can't let us go home?"

"Well, we're going home now," said Gold grabbing her hand. "Back to the top."

Joseph tripped over something.

"You alright?," asked John.

"Yeah, fine."

"Well, hurry up, I'm pretty sure your girlfriend's dad has no problem leaving us all to die."


Now

Gold walked into the bedroom. Belle was already under the covers.

She put up her book.

"She's not alright," said Belle.

Gold listened as he got in the bed next to her.

"She as much as said she wouldn't go back to Archie and if you found her crying in the back of the shop..." Belle shook her head. "Did she say anything else to you?"

"No," said Gold.

Belle curled next to him.

"I want to help her, to give her hope..."

"You always have."

Belle shook her head. "We knew. We always knew that someday she would have True Love and now that's gone. I don't know what to tell her. He's gone and he's taking her life with his..."

"We'll find a way," Gold said because he didn't have a better idea.

Belle nodded and sniffled. Gold pulled her closer and she began to cry.


Then

Gold and Beatrice approached the portal.

"Ready?," asked Gold.

"Ready to get out of here..."

"Good girl."

They held their hands up.

"I'm missing something," said Joseph.

"What?," asked Beatrice.

Gold grimaced.

John shook his head. "Please don't indulge him."

"There was a clue down there on the landing."

"A clue to what?," asked Alec.

"We are leaving now, dearie."

"How long will it take you to open the portal?," asked Joseph.

"Joseph..."

"I won't wait for you," said Gold.

"I understand," said Joseph, hurrying off.

John moved to follow, but he waved him off.

"Just stay here, I'll be right back."

Gold, Beatrice, Alec and John looked back at the portal.

Jenna looked at Louise.

"I mean, he'll be fine," said Louise. "He has to be fine, doesn't he?"

"I'm finding it hard to take a chance on that," said Jenna as she began after Joseph down the path.


Joseph rounded the corner.

As he did, he came across a young man and pointed his sword at his neck.

The man turned around slowly.

"So, we meet at last..."

"Who are you?"

"Oh, that's right, you don't know, do you?" He waved his hand, pushing the sword aside with disdain. "James Moriarty."

Joseph was taken aback, but tried not to show it.

"Well, I do suppose we were bound to meet sooner or later..."

"I'm afraid this will be the last time." Moriarty shrugged. "You can't be allowed to continue. You just can't."

"And why is that?"

"The Author doesn't want it."

"The Author."

"See, the Dark Princess can't have True Love because then she might be happy. The Author needs a villain and I'm just the one to help her along."

"The Author can't control her and you will never be able to change her."

"Well, I never said it wouldn't take some work."

"Andrew..."

The men turned to see Jenna and Louise standing at the entrance to the pathway.

Jenna looked as if she had seen a ghost.

"You said he was dead," said Louise.

"Andrew, what the hell are you doing here?" Jenna shook with fury.

She threw her hand back and a fireball launched. Joseph and the man both had to fall out of the way. Joseph winced, finding himself landing on something hard, probably the same thing he had tripped over earlier.

Moriarty looked up with a sneer, a bolt flew from the crested cignet ring he wore, knocking back Jenna. As soon as Louise lifted her arm, he took her out as well.

Moriarty stood over Joseph.

"I wouldn't worry about them. The Author wants a bit of a rewrite anyway. Extraneous characters..."

"Joseph!," he heard Beatrice call from further up the path. "Joseph!

Moriarty tsked.

"She is going to be so sad, isn't she?," he asked in a sing-song voice. "Well, nobody said villains were happy and you know what every fairy tale needs..."

Joseph looked up.

"Joseph!," Beatrice called again.

"No," said Joseph.

Moriarty motioned at the ascending army.

"See, I know you, Sherlock Holmes and you want her to live. As for me, I haven't been lounging about the Colby astronomy lab for nothing..."

"Andrew..." Joseph remembered. "Andrew Newcomb. Dynamics of an Asteroid.

"Hi..."

Joseph grabbed him by his lapels.

"Well, I'm Sherlock Holmes, you're Moriarty and you will never turn her into a villain."

"Why's that?"

"Because this is the Reichenbach Falls."

With that, Joseph hurled he and Moriarty over and they vanished into the rushing water leaving the plaque that bore the waterfall's name behind.


"No!," Beatrice screamed.

Gold grabbed Beatrice by the back of her dress, she had been so consumed that she hadn't noticed how precariously close to the edge she was.

She turned to him, her eyes blown wide.

"Do something!"

Gold held her with one arm.

"Beatrice, it was too fast-"

"No!"

The rattle of the approaching guard grew louder.

"We need to leave," said Alec, trying to keep his tone objective. He led John away from the edge. "Rumplestiltskin."

"Sweetheart, stay with me," said Gold. He cupped her face with his free hand. "I can't do this without you."

"But he-"

He shook his head. "No, none of that. You think of your mother and nothing else."

The portal opened and everything was covered in white light.


Now

When she knew her parents and Pamela were asleep, Beatrice began.

It wasn't a very hard spell and the book was just laying out. A swish of water, a thought.

The trick was not getting out of it. She gathered up everything having to do with Joseph and hid it in the bottom of a chest in her father's shop. She couldn't bring herself to just delete everything on her computer so she hid it in an external hard drive and locked it with a password.

Then there was the matter of the rest of the town. Regina had been right. She would not have peace if everyone else knew she had forgotten about Joseph. There would be a lot of talk of True Love and Mary Margaret would go on about hope.

So they were all going to have to forget.

She went to the wishing well with the potion.

She dropped it into the water and the cloud of purple smoke began to plume from the well.

She then turned to her own potion.

"I am so sorry, Joseph. I wish I was strong enough to go on like this, but I just can't."

Beatrice knocked the liquid back in one shot and the vial vanished as the smoke began to billow over the town.


Then

Jenna rushed down, Louise carefully followed.

"Come on! We have to get there faster!"

"I'm trying!"

"Who told you to wear those shoes?!," Jenna snapped.

She caught sight of Joseph, sprawled out on the rocks of the stream, a bloody mess.

"Oh, God, hang on, hang on," she said hurrying over. "I can fix you, but you have to hang on!"

She knelt at his side, eyes full of water. Louise joined her. Jenna looked up at her sister.

"Okay," Louise said placidly, taking her sister's hands in hers. "We can do this, but we have to do it together. Focus on love, not fear."

Jenna nodded. They closed their eyes and the magic they formed swirled from them to Joseph, healing over wounds until he sat up, coughing.

The women looked at each other, grinning in relief. Louise hugged Joseph.

"You're okay," she breathed.

"Yes, thank you," said Joseph, recoiling at the hug. Joseph looked up at the waterfall. "Where are the others?"

Jenna and Louise exchanged looks.

"They're gone," Joseph supplied.

"Yes," said Jenna. "So we just need to find another way home."


Now

Beatrice Gold awoke between her dogs as the sun shone in her room.

"Beatrice!," Pamela called. "Time to get up!"

"Coming!"

Beatrice sat up to see a post-it on her Mac monitor.

"Play Video."

Beatrice went to the home screen where a video message was waiting.

She hit play and was surprised to see herself with swollen eyes and red cheeks.

"Hi," her past self said. "If this works, you have no idea what this is about. You just need to know three things. One, you can't leave town. Two, you will never find True Love. Three, you need to find the Author and defeat him."

The message ended.

"Beatrice?," an English accented voice asked.

She turned back to behind her and didn't see anyone. Pamela entered a moment later.

"Are you still in bed? You have a constituent meeting this morning."

"On it," said Beatrice, throwing off the covers and standing.


Joseph awoke back in Lady Adler's chambers. Jenna and Louise stood over him holding the stone in their overlapped palm.

"Did that work?," asked Jenna.

Joseph sat up as the women stepped away.

"I saw her, I thought she heard me," said Joseph. "Then it was over."

Irene stepped over, motioning for the servant girl to offer him tea. Joseph waved her off.

"This sort of magic is always tricky," said Irene. "It's much harder when there's not a stone on the other side."

"It did work, though," said Jenna. "You did see her."

Irene motioned at Joseph. "He has no magic of his own."

Jenna turned to the woman.

"No, he has True Love and True Love is the most powerful magic of all."

Irene laughed sharply. "What quaint sorcerer taught you that?"

Jenna ignored her and turned back to Louise.

"We'll try again. We'll try harder. We will try until we get it right."

Joseph eyed her. "You seem very determined. Why?"

Jenna shrugged. "I'm a fan of True Love."