Emma

Today was Emma's 16th birthday. She, like every year was alone. No one would remember it was her birthday, because no one cared. She packed her bag for the day. She included some snacks she found in the kitchen cabinets, a second jacket, her MP3 player she 'found' a couple of years ago, a book just encase she became bored, a 100 bucks she had been saving up, and her baby blanket. It was her birthday and she was going to spend it how she wanted to, where she wanted to. At her favorite place in the world right now, at the lake watching the Swans. She looked at the clock above the door and it read 3:25AM. She was up really early, but if she wanted to spend the day at the lake, she needed to leave early, otherwise she would spend her birthday Traveling. She grabbed her brown boots from beside the front door and slide them on. She supposed they wouldn't look to bad with the black tights she wore, with the large black sweatshirt. She lived in a group home, it was the best she could do for now, having to share clothes with the other kids.

Emma grabbed a notebook off the table and wrote a note for the residence of the house, letting them know where she would be, not that they cared. Once she was finished she grabbed her backpack and headed out the door. Strangest thing. As she was crossing over the threshold it almost felt as someone tried to grab her, she stopped and turned around to see what the hell that was, when she saw nothing, she assumed she was imagining things, maybe it was too early for her to be up. She shrugged it off, closed the door and headed down the street. She had the feeling that someone was with her, as she headed down the street, but as she looked around she saw no one.

Regina

The last thing Regina remembered was standing over Snow White and her precious Charming, Smoke quickly making its way towards them. She embraced the curse willingly, but as soon as it consumed her, she knew. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. That was all, everything from that moment was black. Nothing but darkness, and it seemed to stay that way until she felt herself being thrown upon a hard surface. The evil Queen immediately stood up, not wanting to seem weak to anyone, she didn't know where she was as she took in her surroundings. Directly behind her was a gigantic house. She saw a sign in the yard that said '174 prepon South St' under that read 'Vann Group home', she looked at the other residents, they all looked like home, all in the same theme.

She had a feeling her curse was bad. This is not what she anticipated. She expected to wake up in a large pristine home, not outside, most certainly not thrown on a random street. She was in a new place. One she never been to before, she tried her powers – nothing. This was indeed the land without magic, however this was not Storybrooke. What went wrong?

She assumed it would be best, to find someone to help her. When she turned to walk down the street she felt weaker, like she was walking away from the source of her strength. She knew from years of experience with magic what will happen if she kept walking, she would become so weak, eventually death would follow. Maybe it was a sign, she turned the opposite direction and begin to walk up the side walk towards a house, which she fell in front of. She immediately felt stronger.

As she ascended the steps she considered barging in. She was the Evil Queen after all. Queens don't ask. They take what they want. And right now she wanted answers, her town, and most importantly her revenge. But this was not her land. This was not her town. She had no idea what was waiting for her on the other side of that door. She decided to knock. Raising her fist to the door she started to knock, but instead of making contact with the door she feel forward and into the house. 'What was that?' She turned to the door that she just passed through. Reaching out to touch it she found that it was now solid. 'Did I use magic?' She asked herself, a shuffling noise behind her catching her attention.

She turned to notice a young girl. She looked to be around the age of 14-15. She had long blonde hair. Wore strange clothes that she never saw before. Looking down becoming aware of her own attire, she noticed that she was wearing the same gown she was the night she invaded the white kingdom. Her head shot up, once the girl begin to move. She traveled across the floor and passed right by Regina. As if she did not see her at all. 'How dare this child not acknowledge her Queen?' Regina questioned herself. "Excuse me child" Regina spoke. The girl seemingly ignored the Queen. 'Did her parents not teach her manners?' She walked over closer to the girl. "How dare you not answer your Queen? I could have you killed for this". Still no response, the girl started writing on a piece of paper on the small table next to the door. Maybe she was a mute. Regina leaned over the table to read what the girl wrote. Was she addressing the Queen?

'I'm starting my day early. Spending the day at the lake. Will be back late.'

-Emma

Regina finished reading the brief note, and discovered that it was not addressed to her. She looked at the child and saw her grabbing a bag that she swung over her shoulder. Regina came to the conclusion that the girl was actively ignoring her. She would have to teach her about that. Regina stormed fuming the small distance to the door, determined to teach the child a lesson her mother should have taught her. As the girl was exiting out of the door Regina grabbed her arm. The girl froze momentarily. As Regina yanked her back, her hand went straight threw her arm. Regina looked in surprise at the girl, for the first time it appeared as the girl was looking straight at her, before she shrugged and walked out the door closing it behind her. Regina stood stunned looking at her hand, like it betrayed her. She started feeling weak again. It was that girl. Regina didn't know who she was, but she did not like her. Regina stormed through the door, she did not even try to open it this time. She walked right through it, following the girl down the side walk. The girl turned down the street, and Regina followed behind.

Author's Notes

Should I continue? New updates on Sunday's