Chapter Twenty-Five

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"Hello Dearie," a voice said awakening me. Swiftly, I tucked the flower further out of sight. Rubbing my eyes, I groggily stood. My legs fragile and weak. My whole body trembled as my weary eyes searched for the oh so familiar voice. I knew who it was, there was no doubt. But it was one who I had wished not to see. I racked my brain for a reason he'd seek me out. Then it came down onto me like waves crashing against the shore. The flower wasn't mine. It was his. I retrieved it for him. 

Groaning I clutched my hair. What a fool I am! Putting myself in such danger, for what? A beast! A hideous, cruel beast? Shaking my head, my hair swung. Flecks of dust fell. Prying open my eyes, I took in the landscape. No sign of the sickly green man. A sigh caught short in my throat. This man had magic. He could easily disappear and reappear. No, this wasn't safe.  I paced back and forth beside the creek. My mind was a mess. I hadn't properly eaten or drunken in days and I'm afraid it was taking its toll. Drawing closer to the bank, I muttered, "hush little voices, hush. I' safe. I'm safe..."

Carefully, I eased myself downward. On hands and knees, I crawled to the river bank, eyeing the water like a hungry animal ready to pounce. Sitting beside the water, I trailed my fingertips across the water's surface. Leaning down, I drank greedily. Lapping at the water, even taking breaks to splash myself with it. Slowly I became oblivious to my surroundings. The thought of Rumpelstiltskin had left my mind entirely. 

I hummed a soft tune as I pulled away from the water. My hair was now entirely soaked. I sighed a breath of relief. Freedom has never tasted so sweet. But then the thought returned. I was not free. Rumpelstiltskin had awoken me from my slumber. He was nearby, I could almost hear his childish laugh. "Rumpelstiltskin, show yourself," I demanded. Rage filled my voice. I was tired of the games. I had wasted so much time for him and what for? Because I was lonely? Because I had nothing better to do? Such stupid reasons they were now? I could've died.

"Do you have it," his voice rang out. I turned to see his gold and green skin reflecting the rising sun. "What do you want it for?" "Just wanna save it for a rainy day," he replied. He grinned showing his yellowed teeth. I cringed slightly. For a moment I wondered if anyone had ever loved this man, for who could love such a hideous beast? I shook my head. "What does it matter to you? Chances are we'll never meet again. So hand it over," his high-pitched voice rang growing darker with each word. 

I wanted to resist but this man had great power. Power I wanted. Reluctantly I handed over the flower. I wonder what it took to get such a power. It was no secret he was a dark one. But how did he obtain it? I had heard legends but whose to say what's truth and what isn't?  He giggled as he stared at the flower. Even from this distance, I could see the power pulsating. "Goodbye, Zelena." Grinning, he twirled his hand. Purple smoke encased him and then he was gone leaving me alone once more. 

Whisking my hand, I envisioned the cherry tree overhanging the water. As I opened my eyes, my feet once more were set down upon the soft grass. I smiled, nothing could hurt me here. I forgot how much I missed this place. My fingertips trailed along the trunk. Above the cherries were beginning to die. At least I was home, not the house I grew up in, but the place mother and I would go, my favorite place in the whole world.


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