The Mythaven Chronicles: The First Curse

All Hail the Queen

The violent violet fog enveloped the Enchanted Forest blanketing all who were near in its toxic grasp. The destination would be a place without magic, where there couldn’t possibly be happy endings for the simpering inhabitants of the Enchanted Forest. It didn’t matter that Snow had managed to escape with the child, where they’d be going no one would follow. The town of Storybrooke, Maine seemed as mundane as any other Hamlet. Without magic the townspeople were merely boring drones moving from one menial task to the next. A side effect of the curse was that they’d all repeat the same day over for all eternity accept Regina of course, and the Dark One who’d created the curse.

For years she’d managed to find contentment knowing that here she’d finally won. News of a pregnant woman wandering into a rural diner and being imprisoned in an insane asylum came by word of Gold who of course had managed to gain insight into the world around them. Snow White had managed to lose her prince, lose her child and would surely perish in a cage in this new land. The added bonus of the salvation, being lost in the realm gave Regina the closest feelings to happiness she could fathom.

Eighteen long years had gone by and gradually, overtime Regina simply got bored with her toys. She found herself experiencing a nagging feeling as if something, somewhere was amiss. No longer did she feel like taunting the comatose man in the emergency ward. He’d never respond. Regina knew who he really was, Prince Charming, frozen in a sleeping curse caused by his mortal wound during the battle that brought them here. A more fitting torture would be living out his existence as her servant; if he ever awakened he most certainly would.

Months crept by and soon Regina recalled the words of her teacher, “Magic comes with a price dearie,” Rumple was a clever imp. The price for her revenge was the heart of the thing she loved most. Her beloved father, crushing it left a void no matter of vengeance could fill. She could no longer relish her captives torment. She required something to give her true peace.  Regina wandered through town, finding herself at the school. It was recess and children were loudly screaming, dashing from one spot to the next. The ache in her heart pulsated and in that moment Regina knew what she had to do.

Her present was a harsh reminder of the decisions she’d made in the past. The emptiness of her womb, the love lost to her forever. The land without magic had for years kept her amused but now she longed for the release of a spell to undo her hardships. She heard slowly approaching the sound of a cane clattering against the cold sidewalk. The jaunty grin parting his lips alerted her of a pending deal she knew the Dark One would offer. The void in her heart sang out her request.

“A heart is a terrible thing to waste, dearie.” Mr. Gold as he’d been called in this world chirped menacingly.

She’d rolled her eyes an beckoned him closer, he’d promise to fill her void long ago. Regina could only wait until he was ready to reveal what would help. He’d seen how she still clutched the handmade bracelet in her palm. Known it belonged to a child Regina could never call her own. Rumple would only need her to agree to allow him to leave, he’d be able to procure for her a child all her own in theory.

Regina certain no other prospects would solve her ache, permitted him to do so. Soon Regina would have everything, a docile kingdom of loyal supplicants and a child to love who would love her in return. Her loneliness lifted for a moment at the possibilities.

Gold limped off with his signature grin painting his lips. He’d waited much longer than she for this day. It’d felt like millenia since he’d set off a chain of events that led him to this world. A few more couldn’t possibly hurt one as old as he.

The Mythaven Chronicles: The First Curse

The Land Without Magic

It had been a tumultuous journey through the wardrobe. Snow had barely managed to squeeze inside before the knights converged on her. The final vision she saw of her prince was him bleeding on the castle floor. That wouldn’t be their fate, she’d beaten death to get here and now swollen in motherhood she’d survived the darkest curse of all.

Regina had failed again, stumbling from the now dilapidated tree, Snow White made her way towards the rising sun. The fresh earth beneath her toes was moist and crumbling, her nightgown as white as her name suggested was more like a tan as it collected bits of her surroundings.

Nearby a faint whimpering called Snow to rest by a nearby bush. The closer she got the more it sounded like wailing. It was young Pinocchio, terrified and bawling. Geppetto, had managed to secure safe passage for one more after all.

Now Snow had to find a safe refuge for her group. The two carried onward down the side of the dirt road, stopping at a nearby diner. The smell of food carried them closer.  The door swung open and the smell of fresh baked breads flooding the dining room, Snow had just managed to sit Pinocchio down in a nearby booth before an excruciating pain ripped through her body.

She managed to gasp for help before losing complete consciousness…

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The people in the city of Indiana, Pa would remark years later of how an unidentified woman burst into the local diner by the edge of town. Dressed only in a cream colored nightgown, the pregnant woman obviously a victim of abuse had kidnapped her eldest child and run away in the night.

No one could find out who the child’s father was and as the woman went into labor she’d screamed that his name was Pinocchio. Screaming and sweating she rambled on about how she was Snow White Queen of the Enchanted Forest. At that time an ambulance had been called and they’d sedated her to keep her calm.

Baby Emma, had been born en route to Indiana Regional and the local Gazette was able to catch a photo of older brother Pinocchio smiling proudly beside her. The woman known as Snow, had been institutionalized. With no identification and given the state she’d been in when they found her the courts ruled her incompetent to stand trial and she instead was placed in the Torends Mental Facility.

Baby Emma and Pinocchio were placed in the foster care system, somewhere near Boston and so the tale was told of how Emma grew up in foster care, Pinocchio who’d changed his name to August fled the system and made a new life.

All the while Snow had been locked away in Torends, initially they’d medicated her daily. Pleading with her to reclaim her sanity. In this world, Snow White was a fairy tale character, their lives and existence was discredited as not being real.  Her fears of an Evil Queen they told her was only her mind’s way of rationalizing years of abuse.

Though she’d always known deep down that this was the true lie. Her only way of escaping her new prison would be to play along. She’d started going by Sonya Wynter. Her father widowed at an early age married a woman several years his junior and thrust her into the woman’s lap. An opportunist, the young woman was not prepared for motherhood.

The only part she didn’t feel the need to embellish was the years of actual torture; toning down the parts where Regina had literally tried to kill her. It took six long years to finally be released, and though she’d managed to finally escape; it seemed as though the Dark Curse Regina cast had indeed won out. She was in a land without magic and had managed to lose the only hope for salvation they had.

She’d contacted the social worker who been “looking after” Emma and Pinocchio and had informed her that though Emma had been adopted she was returned some time after; the woman handed Sonya a missing persons flyer the only remnant they had for Pinocchio who’d run away from his last known foster home. Emma was somewhere in Minnesota in a group home.

Snow was furious she’d worked so hard to get here only to be told that her children had been shipped off. They’d lost one and were unsure of the exact physical address of the other. This world had been filled with incompetence yet they’d held her captive for believing a truth.

“You won’t be able to have them back unless you can prove yourself a fit parent,” the social worker said condescendingly. Snow had been wearing a pair of over-sized jeans, a white t-shirt and an over-sized gray sweatshirt that zipped. Even in the spring weather she looked disheveled. The woman had a point. In this world seeing was believing.

She’d sworn long ago to change her life around finding Charming had brought out the best of her. Her days of thievery were put behind her, but in this world people hadn’t used gold and silver, only paper and a hard card like material that you swiped to get funds. She pick pocketed a few people but had managed to only procure enough money for food.

She needed to look presentable, she needed money, she needed a job. She wandered haphazardly towards, Minnesota for a few years, letting each dead end job take her closer to Emma. When she finally reached the town called Minneapolis, she was mortified to hear that she’d been too late again. Emma was now with another family, in another home.

Snow knew that this was truly the work of the curse, to have made it to this new world safely and still be without the one thing she loved the most. She wouldn’t rest until she was reunited with her daughter again, and once she had Emma safely back in her arms, together they would seek vengeance on the Evil Queen.

 

“Don’t worry my love, I will find you…I will always find you.”