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King of NightmaresWhile it is good to be alone sometimes, there is nothing that compares to being surrounded by friends and family, people whom you love and care for, and who love and care for you in return. When I first came to Storybrooke, I didn't think Regina Mills, the mayor and, in her former life, the Evil Queen who'd transported us to this place, was deserving of such things; now though, beshrew my heart and my vows as a white witch, but the way Rumpelstiltskin had manipulated her into priming the portal so that it would kill anyone who passed through it... I felt sorry for her, just as I had felt sorry for my landlord when he told me about Airgid and how his happiness had been shattered.
That was past though. For today, I just had to worry about making sure a continuous stream of music was playing, and the crowd was still dancing, at Club Wonderland, at least until 7:00 that night. In order to make sure they were kept safe, Jefferson, Emma Swan, and Mr. Gold had all dropped off their respect
Meeting MerlinFrom Rumpelstiltskin's personal sibylline book of prophecy: "Two young witches shall convene at Midsummer, marking the beginning, not only of the season, but also of great personal healing."
I hummed a few bars of "Le Temp des Cathedrales" as I poured over the pages of The Mists of Avalon. My mortal mother had been recommending it to me for years, but after failing to get through 100 pages the last time I'd tried it, I had just pushed it aside. Now that I knew I was one of the characters in the story, the heroine no less... well, it was a little disturbing to say the least, but I figured I'd give it another try. Better that the mortals see me for what I truly am, I thought, rather than what Pagan-snuffing, Druid-hating clergymen say I am.
A light touch on my hand startled me. I blinked my eyes and looked up. "Excuse me, Morgana," said the red-head in front of me as I removed an earbud from my ear. "Other people are trying to read. Could you please not hum so loud?"
Genetic LullabyThings had never been simple since the opera. Shiloh hadn't had anyone to turn to since her dad died before her very eyes, her only parent and her prison warden. What he had done, he had done out of love, but that love had become an obsession. If she lived at the cost of thousands dying thanks to repossession of their organs... well. Let's just say she didn't wish her suffering on others. "Rapunzel's" life in her "ivory tower" wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
As soon as she could get out of the house, she went to the best place she'd read about for a possible job: the Academy of Natural Sciences. This is where Rotti Largo had gotten his start, true, but it was also a place of great interest of inquiry into biology of the past. Considering her skills with capturing and classifying insects, she figured she could take a few classes in evolutionary biology and taxonomy and become a teacher.
She was a quick study, and a brilliant one, despite being home schooled for most of her l
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