Bound by Blood and Magic

by GothGirl1996

We've already met Robin Hood- so what if the Characters from Arthurian Legend turned up? What if Rumplestiltskin and Morgana Le Fey knew each other of old and were bound by Blood? How will the townsfolk react to their presence? What if Elsa was also related to Morgana?

14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Conversations with the dead.

His tombstone was easy to find. The cleanest, the shiniest, the newest. The brown marble sparkled in the midday sun, though Morgana had a feeling it was more sparkly thanks to the magic of Rumple.

She crouched down in front of it and sighed. 'Neal Cassidy' it read- no dates only his name and "beloved son" etched on its polished surface. Her hand was warm against the cool stone as she placed it over the word "beloved", the phrase fitting somehow.

"Yes, Baelfire, you were... Are... Beloved by so many and so much, you can barely comprehend it. I know I struggle too. Did you know Snow White and Prince Charming, Emma's parents named their baby after you- little Prince Neal. Named for a hero, I am told, something I throughly agree with- for you are a hero, you saved me, your father, Emma and your boy Henry... Even this town, this quaint little place called Storybrooke." Morgana smiled and half laughed, half sobbed. "I promised you something, a long time ago, Bae, I promised I would look after you and restore you if I was able to- and I vow to keep that promise. Soon, sweetheart. You will have life and body again soon, I promise. For Henry and Emma need you, you were taken from them far too soon. Even if Emma does not wish you in her life, I hate to report she has become close with Killian Jones, our rapscallion Captain Hook, but I know Henry needs you and Rumple, no matter how much you fell out, he still loves you. As I do."

The wind whipped around Morgana and she smiled. "The day draws neared where we shall conquer the evil in the town- my mother Elsa. But as your father says, all magic comes with a price. The price for my magic, the restoration of your life... Is the taking of another- a selfless sacrifice."

A moment or two passed before she spoke again, her other hand clutching the small vial around her neck. "A sacrifice I am willing to undergo- a life for a life. Mine for yours, my boy." With that she rose to her feet again, kissed the stone in a way she would have if Bae had been there- a gentle touch to his forehead- the stone cool against her lips and left the graveyard, determination evident on her face.