A/N: SORRYYYYY I know I haven't updated in a while, but I went on a trip during the weekend and yesterday was Lady Gaga and my feels and fangirling didn't allow me to much more than wait for the concert. So again, really sorry. :)

This is a short chapter but it was very emotionally draining for me to write about a mom and her daughter separating so I didn't feel like writing more.

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Stars and Midnight Blue

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A while ago

Mother Superior woke up early, as she did every morning. She said her prayers, showered, made her bed, and made her way down to the kitchen for breakfast. As she crossed the hallway towards to kitchen she heard a small noise coming from the front porch. It sounded as though someone was crying. She went to the door and opened it a crack, peeping out cautiously.

"Hello," she said, "is someone out here?"

At the sound of her voice, the small sniffling sounds stifled. The nun opened the door further, trying to get a look at whoever was crying. When she finally saw who it was, she opened the door completely and stepped out.

Sitting on the porch steps was a little girl; she had a letter in her hand, and next to her was a suitcase. The tear tracks on her chubby cheeks and her red, swollen eyes, made it painfully clear to the older woman that the little girl had been sitting there, crying, for a long time. Mother Superior walked to where the girl was sitting and crouched down, low enough to be able to look the child in the eyes.

"Hello," she said tentatively, "I am Mother Superior, can you tell me your name? Why are you crying?"

The little girl just looked at her with tear-filled azure eyes and handed her the letter that she had been preciously clutching to her chest. The nun took the letter, sat down next to the girl, put her arm around her shoulders in a comforting gesture, and began to read the letter.

My dearest Blue,

I know you may be to young to understand this right now, but I hope with all my heart that someday you will.

There is something dark coming for us, something that neither you nor I can fight, no matter how strong and brave we both know you are. This thing, this curse, that is coming for us, will rip our happiness apart, and it will tear us from those we hold dearest. You, my beautiful baby girl, you are the person I hold dearest in the universe. And, so, I know I am fated to lose you when the curse comes for us.

I don't know where this curse will take us, nor what it will do; and I understand that because of this, when you read this letter I most certainly will seem a distant memory. I think that this is probably a good thing, it will make your heart hurt less if you don't remember.

I feel that it will be a long time before we see each other again, and I want you to know, I need you to understand, that I did not leave you on purpose. Azure, you're the joy and pride of my life, and I feel so lucky to have met you. It breaks my heart to know that I will miss you growing up. It saddens me to no end to know that I will miss you smiling, crying, singing, throwing tantrums, and playing. I wish I could be there for all of this, I wish that I could see you grow up into the beautiful young woman that I am certain you will become.

Azure I ask of you to know, even if you forget me, to please know that I have been so proud to have known you, so proud that you were part of my life, and so, so proud that you were mine. I promise, one day we will be together again.

I will love you forever,

Mum.

Mother Superior put the letter down and held the girl closer to her. She didn't understand what the girl's mother had been trying to say about a curse; she thought maybe it was a euphemism for something she didn't want the little girl to be burdened with. She sighed, that letter made it very clear that the girl was alone, with no one to turn to, and she knew that she would have to take her in. She was a woman who had devoted her entire life to God and thus was conditioned to take care of the needy, which is why she took the girl in, even when she felt there was something odd about the girl, something that didn't feel quite human. She would leave the girl's care to Sister Astrid, the novice had always been very kind and loving towards children.

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Emma finished reading the letter and decided she had to sit down. She plopped down on the floor, not even caring that she was getting her jeans dirty. Her head was spinning, and her legs felt like jelly. Up until know she had always treated Henry's story about the curse as a game, a figment of his imagination, but now she was faced with new knowledge, knowledge that made her reexamine what she thought. Somewhere out there was a mother who had lost her child and who was desperate to find her. A mother who said she had been separated from her child by a curse. Emma had felt the fear and the sorrow that had seeped from those mother's words, and she knew that what she said must be real. And she had a pretty good idea who it was.