Little Lost Girl

Born Again

In The Enchanted Forest

The wicked which searches the shelfs of the dark one's castle out of curiosity and boredom. "This would be a lot more fun if you had something I could entertain myself with. A rag doll, a knitting kit. Something Rumple. Give me something." She groans in annoyance.

She opens a rugged old bag and searches the contance. Zelena then comes across a crocker glass bottle with a single drop of water. She shakes it and turns to the dark one. "What's this?" Rumple sighs and leans up against the bars. "A tear." Zelena laughs and shakes her finger. "And what is so special about it?" Rumple smirks and giggles. "A tear from the one and only (y/n). Heard of her? Dead once now alive? She's special. Special special special indeed dearie."

Zelena had of course heard of the girl who was like no other. A legend of magic if you will. "And what does this tear do?" "Oh dearie! To many things! Illness, death, love. That tear is simply to powerful to be wasted with your problems." Zelena smirks and sets the bottle down continuing to search through the bag.

She pulls out a map of neverland, the cuff that blocks magic, a dagger, and a bag of black sand. Each item making rumple anxious. He knows what they do and what they're for. Items needed for a restriction spell. Zelena turns to the dark one and sees his face. She laughs and spreads the items out on the long table. "You look a bit scared. Something I should know?" "Not at all dearie. One word of ease if you will. That creature that owned those. Someone everyone should fear." Rumple mumbles remembering the memories of the demon.

Zelena's mind turns. "Well they haven't met my forces just yet." Zelena spreads out the items on the map and sprinkles the black sand over them. She then lights the items on fire and opens the vile holding the tear. She smirks and drops the tear onto the lit flames.

All at once the lights goes out; all except for the fire. The flames then start to twist and contort. The moving flame then transforms into a figure and a scream can be heard. A painful scream. The fire becomes calmer and once extinguished lays a boy. He looks up to see the wicked witch and tries to stand; run away even, but his limbs are too weak he falls from the table and onto the ground being unconscious.

Rumple backs away in horror. "What have you done?!" Zelena chuckles and takes the cuff ripping out the metal and using magic to do as she pleases. She grabs the young boy's arm and cute the metal into his skin sinking it into the flesh. "Now rumple. Is that anyway to treat our guest?" Zelena smirks and places him in a separate cage beside rumpled.