How is one Brave?"I don't care how, or why, he did it, Ana," said Jezabel as she nursed a fresh cup of Rooibos at my kitchen table. "Belle is all alone again; Ruby is still battling self-hatred issues; and the mayor's brat is-"
"Bite your tongue, or I'll cut it out, Jez!" I snapped from my place at the oven, without turning around. Henry was in the other room, along with Pearl and Djem, watching a story from my DVD collection of Fairytale Theatre. The last thing I needed was for him to overhear us fretting over the nightmares that still plagued him... and the person who still plagued me. (I didn't need to tell Jez though that that person was actually two people, one of which was a trapped god, and that David knocking on my door, asking to look after Henry in lieu of babysitting Pearl and Djem, made three.)
Loki rubbed up against my ankles, urging me to calm down by pressing his head against my calves. 'Thank goodness it's not the new moon for another two nights,' I thought, pausing to pick him up.
The Witch with Two HeartsI was in a bad mood. At our usual magic tutorial that afternoon, I had made the mistake to ask if I was Mr. Gold's first ever acolyte. Seeing as we both knew about our Fairytale Land identities in full now, he had digressed that I wasn't, which he had failed to tell me before. And even worse, his first ever, and best, student had been Regina, the Evil Queen herself (!); and to add salt on that wound, she hadn't forced him to create the Dark Curse. He had done it on his own, and he had chosen her as the "unwitting foolish mortal" to cast it.
"Anything else you would like to tell me?" I said to myself sarcastically as I finished reviewing the events before I had stormed out of his house, just before the bad weather had set in. "Oh wait, that's right. You don't trust anyone with your secrets anymore these days. Least of all the only friend who stuck by you, even after you became the Dark One."
I sighed angrily, l
The Freedom of LoveFor days, I have longed for release.
For weeks, I have longed for retribution.
For years, I have longed to be free from my curse.
Even if I didn't know that I wanted that freedom,
For as many years as Emma Swan is a woman, and a fighter,
I still felt trapped by something or other.
Now, with Regina gone and Gaston dead,
And Snow White's daughter newly crowned,
Fairytale Land has returned to some semblance of peace.
But even then, is it really peace?
My dearest friend became the Dark One in the name of peace,
And it brought him to create what destroyed our world in the first place.
Never mind that it was the Evil Queen who cast it.
His curse became the burden of everyone who was involved in it,
Even those who had no part in its creation, like myself.
"Auntie Morgana! You promised you'd take me today!"
Oh, I had almost forgotten. In the midst of all lingering suffering,
There are few rays of hope in this slap-dash new world.
True, she is not my niece, and I am not he
Something MissingEver since I had come back to Storybrooke, I had had the strangest feeling. Last Spring when my powers were still bound, I didn't feel trapped in the small town in Maine; my spirit was still in tact, not in danger, and no one, least of all Regina, would ever be able to take that away from me. Now, thanks to information from the dwarves and Charming at the town meeting, I knew that my spirit would be in danger if I tried leaving again. I would forget all about my Fairytale Land self and become the girl I had been before I had come to Storybrooke.
To make matters worse, Emma wasn't here to protect me if I wanted to leave like last time. According to Red, she had disappeared into a magic portal, aka Jefferson's hat, with Mary Mar- no. Her mother, Snow White. The portal was past repair, and until someone could fix it, or else find an alternate means of world-jumping, the Prince and his grandson, Henry, couldn't do anything t
Magic is ComingThe air was cooler than the summer heat, but not quite the crisp cold of Autumn yet, on the day I returned. Rumpelstiltskin had never replied to the letter I sent him about halfway through the summer, and since none of my other Storybrooke friends knew my non-Storybrooke address, I had not received any news. To its credit, the town didn't look all that different from how it had been the day I had arrived for the first time, but I knew better than to judge by first appearances, even without my teacher's wisdom. 'There is magic here now,' I mused. 'The air is thick with it.'
Of course, how aware everyone was of said magic was still unknown to me. Rumpel had said that the infamous curse had been broken in his letter, but I still didn't trust his word completely. To my perspective, the curse being broken would only count when Fairytale Land was restored to us. Everyone getting their memories back, including me, wa
What happened to Belle?The last time I had been in the Kingdom of Bethmoora was when I was a very small child. My mother had been paying a visit to the ailing queen, who, even after ten years of strength and regality at King Balor's side, was still afflicted with fits of nausea and labor-like pains in her lower abdomen. As they were only periodical, the doctors had, at first, dismissed it as after-effects of her pregnancy with their two children, which would eventually pass. When they did not, they had sent for my mother, one of the most accomplished healers ever to come from Avalon.
She had regaled to me tales of the place from the cradle, but it had been even more astounding to see it in person. She said that if I was a good girl, I would be rewarded with a chance to see Her Majesty at dinner that night. I had never met a queen before, and she was the one that I was most anxious to meet, so I agreed. My mother set me loose in the palace gard
Through the Mist, pt.22Carlotta's performance of Rossini had been the usual, overdone, Italian rubbish. Her version of "Wonder" had been good, but it lacked the emotion of losing one's own child, in the form of a mystical world. The piece she had written herself... the judicators almost hadn't taken in the music she had brought as one of them had thought the signature was forged. It turns out, he was right, but Danielle and Lerato had kept him incapacitated while the head judge, who was going a little blind, made the final verdict. Carlotta would sing the strange new song, "My Strongest Suit", as it was definitely her writing.
The local musical, acting wonder, Christian Chase, accompanied her in her musical escapades. However, no matter how much she tried to keep up with the paces they had set earlier, he always seemed to be changing up the tempo or style on her. It could've been a trick of the ear, but it's almost as if he was playing all of the pieces intentionally confusingly in order to get to acco
A Starbucks Run with JelloIt was another typical Sunday at Bryn Mawr College. I was adding some new details to the latest paper I was working on for my Music History class and getting ready to go transfer my laundry from the washers to the driers. I made to grab my One Card, aka my entry pass for all buildings on campus and my ticket to meals in the dining hall, when suddenly, it edged away from my hand. I reached for it again to the same result. A third time yielded it flying across my dorm room and landing near my door.
I snorted in annoyance. It was times like these that made me wish that I was still agnostic in terms of finding a patron god. Having a trickster god for a patron was fun, as one of my friends could attest since she had the Greek trickster for hers. But a lot of the time, it was also difficult. I stood up from my desk, walked calmly over to my door, and held out my hand. "Hand it over," I said.
Artistic InspirationA young woman named Alisha loved making art, and practiced deflating all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical monkeys, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic Paris, and a portrait of Kristen Stewart that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby lantern for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in deflating to create the most beautiful deviation depicting rocks burping anyone had ever seen. That night, she shouted out the window, "Thanks, lantern!"