I already lost her.

Part 2 : What they did of me.

When the Author put an end to his sentence, she disappeared. Just like that. Without a noise, without a word. She just vanished, simply, and the jealous witch who tried to destroy everything wasn't here anymore.

What happened next doesn't matter, not for the moment. Nor Regina's or Robin's departure to their home, unaware of their crime. Nor Isaac's treason, though he was satisfied of what he just wrote, he decided to rewrite the story for Gold. Because the story of a coward who takes the place of the heroes and their happy ending, it sounded more epic.

No, the thing which matters now, it what happened then to Zelena.

She didn't die, strangely, she wasn't broke up or reduced into pieces. She just became as... invisible.

No one cared of her, because no one though of her. She had been erased of the story, as if someone made disappear a simple mistake, or a stain.

As if she didn't count. As if her, and her child didn't have importance. But, despite it, she was still here.

Not in Storybrooke, of course. But quite evidently, in an unknown place.

§§§§

When she disappeared, Zelena expected everything. To disappear in a magic puff of smoke. And to collapse on the ground, hurt and bleeding, going to die.

She prepared herself to the pain. Retrospectively, maybe she would have preferred this one more than what happened next. The pain, rather than the incertitude, it was preferable for her (be hurt, she knew what it was, she knew it. No the doubt.)

Her heart was beating, and she still breathed, despite any logic. And she didn't understand. No matter what the Author did, it didn't completely work.

"I always knew that this scribbler had no talent, anyway." she whispered, with all the bath faith she could have.

(More to preserve herself from her own fear, and to convince herself more than with a true conviction.)

Rather sarcasm and irony than terror. Even alone, she still had on her her acid and thorny mask, plastered on her face. Stay calm was almost impossible for her, understandable given her situation.

The witch took a great breath and finally looked around her and tried to understand where she was.

Understand what was this place would not be an easy task...

§§§§

She was in a confined place, enclosed and dark. The young witch saw nothing, not even her own body. But it was not her more important problem, and she didn't really pay attention to it (maybe she should have do it).

It was cold, and she shuddered, curling up on herself. She sighted, disillusioned when she realized that the bangle was still here.

"Oh shit ! She exclaimed without any restraint, already discouraged."

She was nothing without her magic; it made her strong and powerful. More than the others, and despite that Regina defeated her. But it was just a detail. Just another.

Noticing that she better saw where she was, despite the almost complete lack of light, the witch opened wide her eyes so she would see better. She wasn't in a cage, which was a good point. In a room, probably, because she saw a bed not far from her.

Disappear at the eyes of everyone.

About it, the Author succeeded, and Zelena cursed him for it. Him, she put him on her list of the people to kill (in which there already were Regina and her pathetic thief, as the Savior. And all the people who tried to stop her, as Snow and her prince, and their daughter. Everyone in the town who was happy, all in all.)

It was a thing she would do when she would have find a way to go out of this place. Because yes, Zelena was sure of that and she had no doubt about the fact that she would escape from this place. No matter where she was, it didn't scare her.

She was the Wicked Witch of the West, it was not a ridiculous Author and a bangle that would prevent her from accomplishing her revenge. He didn't succeed to kill her, he would soon understand all the things that this mistake was going to cost her.

A nasty smile appeared on the lips of the sublime young woman. If she fled, if she understood where she had end up, it would be easier to revenge. And also funnier. Because Regina would not expect this. Because she would not understand and would not be suspicious.

Because it would be so more joyous to do this, to take the heart of Regina's soul mate and to play with, before crushing it in front of the eyes of the woman who loved him. Yes, it would be a perfect plan. Which, ironically, came from the one who tried to kill her.

Without understanding how much she was wrong, the witch burst into laughter, almost hysterically which resounded into the closed room.

Laughter that no one heard, except Zelena herself...

§§§§

After two or three hours, Cora's daughter examined what the place where she was looked like. A room, similar to the others that people could find in the Enchanted Forest or even in Oz.

She saw better now, even if everything was still dark, and the fear, still here, she realized with relief that she could probably stay alive some days here, and survive. A wave of nostalgia invaded her, when she realized the similarity of this room with her former room at her adoptive mother's home.

Then, she shook her head, getting rid of all these happy memories, and just keeping the hatred. This, and nothing else.

But despite the fact that she takes on airs, this hatred is useless for her here, where she is locked up. This is not it that will make her go out from there. A sudden coldness invaded her as she realized that she may not leave from this place anymore.

§§§§

This is the fear that finally wins, and largely, before the hatred and the anger, and this time, this fear, she can't control it. She sees nothing, absolutely nothing; her vision becomes cloudy and she finally understands that is also because she is crying (in addition to the darkness).

The darkness dominates everything here, it circles her, and Zelena can't escape to it. Darkness are queens in this place and in fact, it doesn't even surprise the one who should have disappeared. They are the one which always gave her life its tempo and what she is living now changes nothing in comparison to usually.

Except that... the light always wins even in a lonely place like this one.

Exhausted, she let herself collapse on the ground and brought back her knees against her chest, before letting fall her head against this ones. With a heavy breath, she burst into tears, desperate. The darkness was still too strong so she could see something, but this one finally decreased, a thing the witch didn't notice.

She had tried to find a way to go out, and this despite the lack of light. Unsuccessfully. When she stopped crying, she stand up. With redden eyes, still seeing nothing, and then, she started to worry.

She walked through the room, and she dried her eyes, still trying to find a way to escape. Before realizing that the light was back. Her hand definitely dried her tears and she examined her new environment.

Nothing more than she just remarked before.

Or almost.

Her look still scrambled by tears fixed then on a mirror. Her eyes needed a time of adaptation before they understood what was just facing her.

And, when she saw what there was in the mirror, she started to shout.