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Kaleidoscope of Magic Chapter 2 "Instincts"
Run, seek nourishment, seek shelter, hide, rest and then run again.
That was the life of the small parti color fox.
She was no ordinary fox either. She had discovered one day she could shift into a furless creature that was human with blonde hair. The fox had been chased by a large dog in a human city. About to meet the certain fate of death, the fox had found herself slipping into this other form. In this furless form she had growled a foxy growl and chased the frightened animal on bare two feet. When other humans had seen her, she had dropped to all fours and instinctly shifted her back to her foxy shape and took off out into the woods. The little fox preferred to keep her furry form. She could hide better and it was easier to seek out food and hunt.
Most animals would be content to stay in a certain territory. They would claim it as their own, make their own den and live their lives in those boundaries. The parti color fox was not one of those animals though. An attitude of restlessness kept her from settling in any place for too long a period of time. On most nights where she would have preferred to settle down in her resting spot for the night, the fox found herself looking up in the sky.
Her green eyes glowed in the moonlight as the small fox followed her eyes seeking the sky for a certain twinkling deep purple light. She would hunt. She would eat and then she gave into the dark purple star's beckoning. Night after night she travelled the star guiding her path. When dawn's light broke the sky and sent the moon and stars away till the next nightfall, the female fox would rest giving into sleep.
It was then she dreamed off warm brown doe eyes.
She dreamed of hair the color of the midnight sky and lips the color of a red rose petal.
She saw deep blue colors swirling around purple light and she would hear a rich silky voice. Thought she did not understand what was said, the voice comforted her. She wanted to go to it. She wanted to find who had the voice so she followed. She followed the star. It was her mission. Deep down in her being, the fox knew that was what she needed to do.
Tonight she left Tallahassee, Florida. Though not asleep, the fox swore she heard the voice call to her. It called to her and she felt stronger. She picked up her pace trotted her way north.
Miles away, standing on her balcony Regina Mills of newly created Story Brooke Maine stood looking up into the night sky at the deep purple star. As was her ritual, every night she reached out with her magic and spoke into the night. She outstretched her hand sending out purple light from her hand as she reached toward her and Emma's star.
"Come to me Emma. Follow the star and Come," the woman spoke huskily. She reached out with her feelings and felt for the woman she had literally crossed time after growing into her magic into a powerful witch of light magic. She was alive. Her Emma was alive. Now both in the same world, Regina's job now was with help of their star, to guide her Emma home.