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Here is Amelia's explanation for everything, which we all know, doesn't answer everyone's questions.
"Start explaining yourself." Regina yelled when she rounded on Amelia. Out of everyone, she was the most furious.
Amelia shrugged her shoulders. "I have magic." She stated the obvious.
"We got that, how? When? We need more answers than that, Amelia." Emma said, she wasn't sure to be curious or scared.
"It's a family trait." Amelia was not ready to tell the whole truth.
The door to the bedroom opened, Belle walked out. "I just got Luke down to nap, what is all the noise out here?" She asked then stopped in her tracks to stare at Amelia. "Umm, what is going on?"
"Honestly, Belle we have no idea. We are finding out now." David told her.
"Gold said that you have ancient magic. The Blue fairy said that's what freed them. You're the one who did that…" Mary Margret was slowly putting the pieces together.
"Yeah, freeing the fairies just kind of happened…" Amelia wasn't sure what else to say.
A few weeks ago…
Amelia went into the sheriff station earlier than usual and looked around. She needed to be alone if she was going to stare at the hat, wondering if the voices were real.
She didn't even need to focus. Yes, they were. Millions of voices in her head. Almost enough to make her fall to the ground, but she didn't. She remained upright and seemed to be more in control of it all this time.
Before she even knew what she was doing, Amelia's hands grasped the hat and a yellow cloud began to swirl around her.
Amelia landed hard on a floor somewhere. Her head hurt so much. She waited a moment before even attempting to stand up. Instead she just pulled herself into a sitting position.
A gentle hand touched her shoulder. "Been some time since you had this much power, isn't it? Stay still for a moment longer. You need your eyes to change back to normal before you stand." Said a soft voice.
"My eyes changed color?" Amelia was only slightly confused as she finally stood up.
"They were yellow. You have ancient magic, don't you?"
Amelia leaned heavy against a table. She finally looked at the man in front of her. He was old but seemed kindly. Where had he come from? That hat? And he had asked her a question. Her head was still spinning, but she answered him. "Yes, I do have ancient magic. It's a family thing."
"You're not from the Enchanted Forest are you?"
"Not even close." Her witty responses were coming back, that was a good sign. "Who are you?" Amelia had questions of her own.
"I am the Sorcerer's Apprentice, the keeper of his hat and his wisdom." The man answered, at least he was honest, unlike how Amelia was. "You have so much power, Bernadette. Does anyone know?" He kept pressing for answers.
"No, it's not something I go proclaiming around town. Besides, my magic hasn't really worked since I came to the Enchanted Forest. I like to use daggers and my fists to get a job done."
"That's interesting. For the time being, do not reveal yourself to anyone. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, not a word to anyone." Amelia promised and she fully intended to keep her promise. "It would only bring up other questions."
"Okay, so you're the one who released the fairies and that winged demon. You have ancient magic." Mary Margret said the words out loud. "There's no ancient magic in the Enchanted Forest."
"Never actually said was I was from the Enchanted Forest. I came when I was four. And my magic is a family trait but when I moved realms, I lost the ability. I guess the laws of magic are different depending on the realm. So I haven't been able to use it since, not even when magic came to Storybrooke." Amelia explained.
"And now?"
Amelia was careful with her words. "Magic is… off balance back in my realm, which means that my magic is coming back." Then a gleeful smile formed on her face and she created a flame in her hand. She studied it then began to swirl it.
"Will you stop acting like a child? Magic is dangerous and takes years of training." Regina scolded her.
"Sorry I'm acting like a kid with a new toy, but I kind of am. I haven't been able to do any of this since I was four." The fire then turned into a ball of light that changed colors. "And ancient magic isn't about training, it's about instinct."
"Why didn't you tell anyone?" David asked.
"Didn't seem important. I couldn't prove it, and I never thought I would get the ability back." That was the truth.
"And here I thought I knew everything." Killian said almost mournfully.
"Not even close." Then Amelia looked over at Neal, this was going to affect him the most. He hadn't really looked at her, even though he just wanted to stare at her in awe.
Blinky came buzzing into the room and angrily began to hum at Amelia. The former bounty hunter lost her cool, her eyes turned yellow and the ball of fire she was playing with was thrown in Blinky's direction. Blinky moved and the wall was burned.
"Don't you dare bring him up!" Amelia yelled. Then she strove to calm herself. She would rather her friends not see that side of her.
Emma finally stepped up and asked an awkward question. "This is going to sound like The Wizard of Oz, but good witch or bad witch?"
How was Amelia not supposed to get a little defensive about that question? "Good witch, I'm a good witch."
"Right because the show you just put on defines a good witch." Regina commented.
"Okay so maybe I took that a bit far. I got a little cocky. I just needed to get some things off my chest. Do not question my loyalty."
"Please tell me you have used your power for good since you got it back." Emma asked, hoping for a good answer.
Amelia didn't answer right away; she looked over in Neal's direction. They locked eyes before hers dropped to his arm.
He rolled off his sleeve, showing off the silver mark on his arm. "This was you?" He asked, finally able to form words.
She walked up to him and gently took his hand. "You are under my protection. Nothing can happen to you. I love you so much and I never want you in harm's way. That's why your father couldn't knock you out and why the sleeping curse didn't work on you."
"But I was asleep…" Neal was confused.
Amelia swallowed hard. "I …drugged …you…" She felt so guilty.
"You still have the kiss of death?" Killian asked.
"New batch." She said to Killian before turning back to Neal. "I had to make sure you were safe before I went off… to figure out what your father was planning."
Suddenly the door opened and there stood a very confused Henry. "Mom?"
Amelia froze. This was the last way she ever wanted Henry to see her. His adopted mother was the Evil Queen, his birth mother recently murdered someone. He did not need another mother on the verge of evil. She quickly formed a shape in her hand with magic then threw it over her head. Faster than anyone could blink, Amelia stood in the room in the same outfit she had started the day with.
"You're… magical…" Henry was shocked. After all he had seen, this couldn't that far-fetched.
"Yeah, I am. It's a long story…"
"Another question, did you curse Gold when you started screaming at him in another language?" Emma asked.
"He's still in his normal form, isn't he? No I did not curse him, I just needed to make him understand how much pain he put me through, the nightmares I had after he was banished."
"Oh those nightmares, he should pay for those." Neal agreed.
Amelia then realized that there was one person in the room who hadn't said a word since returning to the loft. "Robin…" Amelia realized he was silently boiling over with anger. "Please say something to me…"
"I have known you since we were teenagers, Bernadette. You kept this massive secret from me. Do Michael and Helen know? What about Marian? Did Derek even know? Clearly Neal had no idea, the man you want to spend the rest of your life with." Then Robin Hood just walked to the door and left the loft.
Marian received an odd phone call at the dress shop. Michael had given her a cell phone and Robin's name appeared on the screen. "Hello, Robin…"
"Marian, can you meet me at the White Rabbit? Now? I really need to talk." He sounded broken.
Marian hung up and hurried over. She was worried, was something wrong with Roland? Or Regina? She found Robin at the bar and went right over to him. He sat there with an empty mug already in front of him and he was working on a second one.
"Robin… what's wrong?" She had never been so concerned about him before.
He didn't even look at her. "Did you have any idea that Bernadette has magic?" His voice was hard.
Marian could only stare. "Magic… Bernadette? No, that's impossible. She would have told us…"
"One would think. Will caught it all on his phone." Robin pulled out his own phone and began to play a video.
Marian watched the screen as the scene unfolded. Amelia used magic against Gold and changed her outfit and use even more magic. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. "Bar keep; I'll take a pint." She asked. The mug was placed in front of her and she quickly drank half of it. "How is this possible?"
"Apparently she is from another realm and it's a family thing and the skill just recently came back. We were all friends since forever. I feel like she lied to us…"
"You know Bernadette, she never lies, she just never tells us everything." Marian attempted to reason, tried to convince both herself and Robin about their friend.
Neal spent a few hours at the auto body shop, he needed some time away from everyone. Amelia, the woman who he trusted with all his heart, was magical. And not just normal magic, not sure that was an actual thing, but ancient magic was a different creature all together. He tried to keep his thoughts away from his father, how power corrupted him. That couldn't happen to Amelia, not his Amelia. She was so strong and brave and always meant well.
He walked home and unlocked the door. Strangely it was dark inside. Was Amelia home? He flipped the switch, nothing happened. There another power outage?
Before he was able to pull out his cell phone, there was a light in the hallway. And not just one, a dozen small candles lined the hallway that led to the bedroom. What was Amelia doing?
Curiosity got the best of him. And he walked towards the room. The door opened and Amelia stood there, dressed in a tiny robe.
"What's the occasion?" Neal asked.
"I'm trying to make it up to you. How I kept you in the dark about my skill. I guess I just didn't want to get my hopes up that it was back. I thought I was dreaming. Having my magic back was amazing. But I did feel horrible that I couldn't tell you." Amelia looked up at him, her eyes pleading for forgiveness and understanding.
Neal sighed and leaned in, his forehead touched hers. The things he did for her. He did love her more than anything in the world. "You are going to have to find a way to make it up to me."
She smiled and there was that mischievous look in her brown eyes. "Pretty sure I can think of something…" Then the buttons on his shirt began to open, but Neal noticed that her hands weren't touching him. "No hands, just magic." Her hands did lightly travel up his arms, leaving small sparks of energy in their wake. They finally touched his face and she drew him close. They locked eyes for a moment, just searching each other's' souls.
Neal picked her up in his arms; Amelia wrapped her legs around his waist. A gleeful chuckle escaped from her mouth. He leaned in to kiss her but stopped short. "These are a fire hazard." He motioned to the candles on the floor.
Oh, watch this." She moved her hand and all the flames turned into harmless light and went to the ceiling in the bed room. It was a breath taking sight.
Neal then fell into bed on top of Amelia. He gently pressed her into the mattress.
"Just be gentle. It's my first time." Amelia whispered. Neal looked at her slightly confused. "With magic."
"So I get to be your first with something?" He sounded quite pleased with himself. "Babe, I don't care if I'm your first, second or even fifth, as long as I'm your last."
Amelia smiled up at him. "I can grantee that." She pulled him down for a much needed kiss. There was a shock of energy between them. It was dangerous and prefect, a good balance of light and dark.
Is it interesting that Robin Hood is the maddest?
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