Season 2
After the curse is broken and everyone remembers, Blakely is tossed into a world she doesn't know.
Her and her brother Henry face a difficult world they had only dreamt of.
Her home is now the only place in the world where real magic can...
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We all stood listening to Mary Margaret give the eulogy for Archie's funeral.
After the funeral everyone went to the loft for an after party.
Emma saw Blakely heading for the door. "Hey, where are you going?" Emma asked.
"Just for a walk." Blakely said. "I need to clear my head." She shrugged and walked out the door.
Blakely went outside and found her way into the woods. When she made it to a clearing she relaxed the muscles in her back.
Soon, a pair of wings was spread behind her. The gray feathers looked almost silver under the light sun shining through the trees.
Blakely jumped into the air and her wings took her off the ground. It took seconds until she was in the sky.
Everything became smaller and the wind blew against her face. It would never be as amazing as the first time she flew in Neverland but, looking over Storybrooke was just as beautiful.
Everywhere seemed better from the sky.
In just the short time of having wings, Blakely had learned it was so much easier to think up in the sky than it was on the ground with people constantly around.
She flew across the sky and landed in the woods. When her feet touched the ground she was pulled to reality.
In a flash Blakely lifted a log and threw it into another tree a few feet away.
She wished she could talk to Archie and tell him that even when she was stubborn about talking during her sessions with him it was nice to know someone wanted to listen.
I'm only minutes her anger had taken over and led her to taking it out on the forest around her.
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"Archie's alive?" Blakely asked when she got back to the loft.
"Turns our Regina didn't do it." Emma confirmed.
Emma got a call and in the next few minutes, they were at the hospital with three patients within ten.
The adults stood around and argued about what to do with the guy who came into town.
"Oh...and point of interest, the driver, he saw me throwing some magic. So instead of trying to get him out of here, you better be hoping he dies, because if he doesn't, he's going to be driving tour buses up and down Main Street." Gold explained when Dr. Whale asked him to heal the guy. "So glad I don't give a damn." Gold said and walked away with, as he said, not a damn.
"Look. Letting him die is easy. I can do that, if that's what you decide." Whale shrugged.
"Or we could preform a thoracentesis and when he's healed we erase his memory." Blakely suggested. Everyone looked at her. "Or you." She gestured to Whale.
