How could everything go terribly wrong?  Regina had everything going for her since enacting the Dark Curse. She was the mayor of a small town in Maine, she lived in the biggest house in Storybrooke, and has a son who loved and adored her. Correction, had a son who loved and adored her. He now belonged to Emma Swan, his biological mother whom had given up all parental rights when she put him up for adoption.

According to the laws of this realm, Henry would still be recognized legally as Regina’s son, however, after the curse had been broken, the laws somehow did not apply anymore. Not when everybody who had been cursed remembered who they were and where they came from, such laws do not exist.

With just a True Love’s Kiss, the curse broke destroying all Regina had worked hard for to get her happiness and now that everybody was awake, they will be coming after her.

Regina could not remember the last time she felt powerless and small. It felt like a lifetime ago, back in the Enchanted Forest, when her mother was still alive, controlling her in every way.

The mayor entered her son’s room slowly, gently threading onto the carpeted floor, subconsciously trying to preserve the presence of her son. Her eyes wandered to her son’s bed where she used to read bedtime stories before kissing Henry goodnight and tucking him in. That ritual stopped shortly after Emma became a part of his life, when Regina started coming home late from the office, scheming ways to get rid of Emma Swan for good. Henry would have already been asleep and she wouldn’t have the heart to wake him up. She would plant a kiss on his forehead and tuck him in before heading to bed herself to prepare for another day of destroying the rival blonde.

As days went by, the brunette, too busy carrying out her evil plans, lost sight of her daily routine which was the only bond she had left with the young boy. As much as Henry wanted to be with his birth mother, he actually enjoyed those moments with his mom because in those very moments, Regina Mills was just an ordinary mother who loved and cared for her son and it was in those same moments, Henry would sincerely express his love for his adoptive mother.

Unable to contain her emotions any longer, Regina picked up one of the pillows and hugged it tight. Tears started falling down her cheeks dripping onto a spot, soaking Henry’s pillow. The brunette breathed in the familiar scent of her son that wafted from object she had been holding. She would give anything just to be able to have him back in her life again.

Her moment of reminiscence was interrupted by a sudden loud crashing noise coming from outside the window. A continuous roaring could be heard in the distance. It seemed to grow louder and louder. Curiously, Regina dropped the pillow and walked over to the window to investigate.

A familiar purplish thunderous cloud was spreading clear through town. Magic was coming. The mayor thought to herself. A slow grin crept onto her face. She may have a chance to get her son back after all.

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“What did you do?!” Belle asked her lover as a purple cloud started forming in front of them.

Whatever potion Rumplestiltskin had poured into the well, it was definitely working. A curse like this was of no challenge for the Dark One to cast.

“I’m just adding a little flavour into this town, my dear. With magic, I will finally be able to locate Baelfire.” The elderly man said.

“Your son? He’s here?” The red haired woman queried.

“He is somewhere in this realm and I will find him. But before I do, there is something else that I need to take care of.” He took out another bottle that contained a dark liquid and popped open the cork, emptying its contents together with the existing potion.

The thunderous cloud continued to grow and rise out of the well. Belle grabbed hold of the Dark One’s coat as she shudder in fear of what was to come. The old man leaned into his cane as he grinned, proud of what he had created.