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They had fallen in sync with each other somewhat, their paces in time creating a steady beat. After walking for 15 minutes the cartoonish houses were thinning into more of a rural landscape, plains of grass with the bunch of trees in the distance.
"Regina?"
"Yes Hook."
"Just to make sure we are on the same page and we aren't headed to the Emerald City for its shopping, you are thinking that the Wizard that Glinda spoke of is…?"
"The agent from the Home Office, here to destroy magic, yes. In a land like this, where the magic is almost pulsating due to its high amount you can't just subtly steal it. And an entire land is much bigger than a town, you can't just blow it up. Trickery and deceit seem like a logical solution, you gain the people's trust and half your job is done."
"So is that how you would do it then?"
"To be honest Hook I'm not sure how I would go about destroying magic, it has never been something I have been eager to be rid of. And I try not to think about ways to destroy things anymore."
"And Glinda, how did you know about her? You said her reputation preceded her."
"The Wizard of Oz."
"And what is that?"
"It is a story. The home office is concerned about magic from these lands traveling into ours…theirs. But the truth is things have been traveling between lands for years. Mainly in the form of stories, sometimes the ideas or memories drift from a person in one realm to another during sleep. But it is possible that the authors of these stories have traveled themselves."
"And the Wizard of Oz. Glinda is in it?"
"Yes, she is the Good Witch, in the story Dorothy a farm girl from Kansas finds herself in Oz and travels to the Emerald City to meet the Wizard to help her get home. Along the way she deals with a Wicked Witch. I can't remember very much but I know enough."
"And this Wizard do you think it is the same one?"
"It is possible although the story is almost a hundred years old portals can travel in time, it is possible."
"Maybe they just got the details wrong and it was actually about a queen and pirate instead of a farm girl?"
"Unlikely Hook."
"And how do you know of the story, doesn't really seem like something you would be into?"
"Are you really going to ask questions the whole way there?"
"I don't know how long is the walk?" Hook replied.
Regina just answered with a blank look.
"Look, I know you might not like me. You once said I was a snake, but then you said there was hope for me so I am holding on to that. And all I can see before me is yellow brick road stretching for as far as the eye can see. And although we could walk in silence thinking about the decision that went into making this road yellow when the light reflecting off of it is quite painful to the eyes. We could also talk. And maybe it is just me but I much prefer conversation with a beautiful woman to pondering infrastructure decisions in a land called Oz, so how do you know the story."
Regina looked at him in a bit of shock.
"What is it?"
"You didn't really sound like a pirate then."
"I wasn't always a pirate" Hook responded as he raised his eyebrow. "But I believe I was the one who asked the lady a question."
"It was one of Henry's favorites." Regina replied with a smile and a distant look in her eyes, remembering the son she left behind.
"Your son?"
"Yes. It was funny he would always ask to watch it on the weekends when he was little. He was the scarecrow for Halloween one year, it was adorable until he got a bit of a rash. He insisted we use real hay, he still says it was worth it."
"Are you doing this for him, this quest to save magic?"
"I'm doing it for me. That is all you need to know."
"You'll see him again your majesty." Hook said sincerely.
"Oh I know, I'll make sure of that."
"The things we do for our children, huh?"
"Anything. Everything. And what do you know of having children? Part of the life you lead before I was a pirate."
"No I was never so lucky. But there was a boy when I sailed on the Jolly Roger. I took him in, mentored him. I wasn't quite sure of why at the time, but as time passed I thought of him sometimes as a sort of son."
"And what happened to this boy?"
"He left."
"Did you ever see him again?"
Hook looked at Regina for a moment.
"What is it Hook trying to decide to tell the truth or spin some sort of story?"
"I saw him again…quite recently actually."
"In Storybrooke?"
"Yes" Hook replied solemnly.
"Who was it?"
"Baelfire…well you know him as Neil I guess."
"Neil…Henry's father? Rumplestiltskin's son? You grew to care about the son of your greatest enemy?"
Hook shrugged somewhat. "I didn't know who he was at first, but once I did I knew he was Milah's son as well, he was all that was left of her and well I try to see the positive I guess."
"Milah was your…?"
"She was important to me. And what about you, your son is the grandson of Snow White is he not, your greatest enemy?"
"He's my son." Regina answered.
"And I never said he wasn't. But doesn't that bother you?"
"It bothers me that they try to use their biology to take him from me, but do I care that he is related to him? No of course not. His lineage is not his fault. And like I said he is my son, who I will be seeing again."
"I have no doubt of that." Hook replied.