Curse of Enchanted Haven

Prologue

The sound of hooves beating the ground echoed through the forest. With a worried look on his face, a handsome prince raced back to his castle. He had dirty blonde hair, ocean blue colored eyes, and stood very close to six feet tall. The drawbridge lowered, and the horse ran on beyond the castle walls. The bridge rose to a close when the horse cleared it. The prince dismounted from his horse when he reached the castle steps and ran up them.

A beautiful, heavily pregnant princess walked in from her balcony and sat on her bed. Very fair is she; blue of the sky is her eyes, her hair black as ebony, and her skin white as snow is how she's described by all who know her. The time for her to deliver her child was fast approaching, and something was troubling her. There was a knock on the door. It opened, and she turned to see who was walking in.

"Snow, Queen Evanya has been too quiet. Something's about to happen. I just know it."

"Jacob, she will strike when we're at our weakest, and that's when I'm going to give birth. It's getting close. I feel it."

The prince placed his hand on his wife's belly, and she put her hand on top of his.

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-Castle of the Evil Queen-

A beautiful woman dressed in black leather pants, a purple velvet riding coat that looked like a dress, and black heeled boots with heels that could kill stood in front of her large golden-framed mirror. She had long dark brown, almost black colored hair pulled back into a straight ponytail, eyes the color of chocolate, lips stained like red wine, and on her neck was a faint scar serving as a constant reminder of her past. She closed her eyes.

"Enslaved person in the magic mirror, come from the farthest space! Through wind, rain, and fire, I summon you!" Thunder crashed after a flash of lightning; she opened her eyes and continued, "Let me see your face."

Flames rose, and a masculine face resembling a decorative green, black, purple, and gold masquerade half-mask appeared.

In a deep baritone voice, he acknowledged, "Her Majesty summoned me."

"You know what I seek."

"His presence is no longer in this realm. Rumplestiltskin made sure of that." Evanya hung her head, and the mirror continued, "I cannot see beyond the Mystic Kingdom."

With disgust, the Queen remarked, "What sort of magical object are you? You should be able to see in realms beyond! I need to know if he still lives or is dead."

"He was alive when he left this realm. That is all I can give to you."

Evanya shook her head and asked, "Answer me this. How long until Snow White and her Prince Charming give birth to their baby girl?"

"Time is not on her side, your Majesty. The baby will be here by the end of the day. She is laboring as we speak."

A wicked smile formed on Evanya's face as the image in the mirror transformed into Snow White lying in bed, sweating profusely and breathing hard.

She chuckled evilly and said, "The time has come for Snow and Jacob to feel what I am feeling day after day. It's time for them to feel what Jonathan and I felt for so long. Rumplestiltskin cast his curse as a promise between him and King Harold. Now, it's my turn to cast mine."

She spun on her heal, walked out of her bedroom, down the textured covered purple wallpapered hall, and some stairs leading to a room that contained multiple floating shelves of potion bottles, ingredients of different shapes, sizes, and smells, books of various types of magic spells, and potion making, and in the center of the room was a large black cauldron. Evanya pulled different bottles, vials, and glass containers. She removed the lid of a skinny black bottle and poured the red liquid into the cauldron. After tossing the bottle, causing it to break into tiny shards, she removed the cork from a navy blue vial and quickly poured the black liquid into the cauldron. Smoke rose up and over while the mixture bubbled. Evanya repeated the process until every bottle, vial, and glass container she pulled was used.