𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼

Seige Perilous

Camelot
- Six Weeks Ago -

Brooklyn sat on one of the window ledges, her head thrown back against the window, as she swung her legs back and forth out of boredom.

The group were up in, Merlins tower, trying to find some sort of way, any way, to free the wizard. But, it hadn't been going as smoothly as they'd hoped.

Regina looked through one of the books, sighing. "If we're going to free, Merlin. We need Witchbane." She state, Belle looking over at her as she added.

"Yeah, but the labels are all faded."

"Forget the de-cloaking potion. It's not a glamour anyway." Emma spoke, sounding rushed. Brooklyn sighed, looking over to her boyfriend, who was stood next to her, leant against the ledge. His arms crossed, and expression just as bored as her own.

"Are you sure?" Regina asked, beginning to put some liquids together, hoping for any outcome at this point.

"If I'm getting this right, the tree could actually be him, transfigured, right?" Mary Margaret asked, looking through her own books.

"We could find out with a sample."

"Yeah and when we snap off a twig and it runs into a finger, who's crying then? Come on, someone. Witchbane!" Regina looked over at the young couple for a second, her face unimpressed. "If you both are so bored, why are you even here?" She asked, the two looking over at her.

"I'm here for my sister." Brooklyn muttered, crossing her legs as she sat up straighter, for more comfort.

"And, I'm here because, Robin is being an arse." Jackson clarified, earning a sharp look from the older woman.

"You sure you guys sure you don't want me to just..wiggle my nose and get him out of that tree?" Emma asked, Mary Margaret quickly sending her a knowing look.

"No!"

"Your magic is dark now. It's not worth it."

"I could do it." Everyone looked over at the youngest woman, Regina being the only one to see the sense in her words.

"If, Emma's magic is dark, you really think that the 'dark sorceress' would be much help?" She snapped, growing annoyed at the woman's stupid comments.

"It was just a suggestion."

"And, she's not the 'dark sorceress." Jackson spoke, his words harsh.

"With how powerful she's getting everyday, one little setback, and snap." Regina clicked her fingers, her voice stern and serious. "We wouldn't have to worry about, Emma any longer." Mary Margaret shared a feared look with her husband, the two staying quiet as they let her continue. "I'll just, keep pretending to be the Saviour, destined to free him and, we can do this together." She looked between the two sisters, noticing the pissed look, Brooklyn held. "All of us."

"Regina's right, girls."

Just then, the door opened, Arthur walking in with a large smile. "I heard someone say a woman is right." He mused, David beaming at the man's presence. He rocked his son a little as he began to fuss, Arthur looking around at them all. "That's always a safe assumption, isn't it, David?" He walked toward, Regina, walking as she mixed the few potions she had. "How are you progressing, Madame Saviour?"