Emma's POV
"...It's a curse."
My heart sinks. A curse. I-I'm cursed. Henry cursed me. That means it's going to be a lot more menacing and harder to get rid of. I can barely stand now. The world is spinning, my body is on fire and I have a feeling of the world crashing down on me. I don't know what's come over me, its as if my feelings have exploded in my face. I can't control them. I feel a buzz on my left shoulder.
"Emma...Emma....Emma. Can you hear me?" I turn to face the person now knealing next to me with worried eyes.
"R-Regina? "
"Yes. It's me. You're going to be fine. We're in this together, you and me. Don't worry. " She says soothingly. I guess that's the tone she uses when being a calming mother.
"I-I-I'm no-ot worrying. I d-don't know w-why I'm ups-set. I-I can't c-control them-m. I-Is it the c-curse that's d-doing this?" I try to make out through sniffles and tears.
"Maybe. I need to look at the prescription on the bottle Henry used. But for now, let's get you cleaned up. You're all muddy and covered in germs. You may sleep in the guest room alright. "
I'm too emotionally unstable to protest.
"A-alright. Thankyo-you Regina. " I tell her as she helps me to stand up.
"It's alright Emma. It's alright. " The queen repeats to me, walking side by side with me in my terrible, messy state.
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Regina's POV
As soon as I saw Emma leave, I felt a twinge of hurt in my heart.
Emma! I thought. Please! Come back!
But I had received no response. Not even a no. I sprinted out of the crypt then, and watched on as Emma fell into the muddy grass. Her body was shuddering and her skin began to pale in colour. I couldn't not help her. So I rushed out and tried to bring her inside.
She's sleeping in the guest room now, so it's up to me to figure out exactly what happened to us.
Henry has also gone to bed; a lot earlier than normal due to his little scheme he has put us in right now. I begin searching through mother's books, enchanted pages and a variety of spell books that are sprawled out on my living room table.
...Nothing.
In my frustration I growl and throw the current book I'm holding towards a wall. Breathing heavily I think of where else I can find information.
What about the vial itself? " Yes, of course.
Silently stepping into Henry's room, I open the draw to his desk, its contents containing the clear, empty bottle.
Once back in the living room I lift it up to my face. But I notice part of the writing has faded away. All I can make out is this...
-- qbjst pg uxp uijt tqfmm ----- dpnnfodf
__ pairs of two this spell _____ commence
--- pomz ---- uiptf ---- --- dipptf ---- tfotf
___ only ____ those ____ ___ choose ____ sense
Pomz --- xpstu -- fofnjft ---- -- -- ------
Only ___ worst __ enemies ____ __ __ ______
--- uifjs tuspoh sfmbujpotijq ----- cf --------
___ their strong relationship _____ be ________
- ifsp, - wjmmbjo, - qfsgfdu nbudi
_ hero, _ villain, _ perfect match
---- - dpme -- xjmm tqsfbe; tp fbtz up -----
____ _ cold __ will spread; so easy to _____
Fbdi qbjs -- ejggfsfou, xbudi pvu --- --- ebuf
Each pair __ different, watch out ___ ___ date
--- uiptf --- -- opu nbudi, tibmm nffu - mjgfmftt gbuf
___ those ___ __ not match, shall meet _ lifeless fate.
I growl once more. This time with the urge to produce a fireball and burn the damn thing to ash. But I hold myself. This information is vital; its all we have.
Weariness overtakes me now and I drag myself to bed. I'll figure something out tomorrow. I'm too emotionally unstable.
...Too emotionally unstable.
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