Break The Reign

Prologue

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The Evil Queen's castle, just outside of the Enchanted Forest.

The bright, sunny sky vanishes as the grim, black castle comes into view, the tower appearing from the mountain as if it's a hat. Gone is the light blue hue of the sky with birds happily flying, it is replaced by darkness. A darkness, what sends shivers down one's spine. An eerie silence, no laughter, no choruses of birds singing.

"Your majesty, the carriage is ready," the meek sound of her footman filled the room with an echo. He bows as he speaks, his body language showing his fear of the young woman stood before him. She swishes her skirt as she turns to face him, red lipstick staining her plump lips. Her black dress shines as the minimalistic light from her candle reflects, the dress bringing out her pale ivory skin. Her sleek, raven hair, pinned back, and matching the colour of her dress. The bitterness of her soul written on her face. A smirk appears on her face as she walks after the short, weasle-faced man in front of her. The archways of her castle, shining and encrusted with millions of diamonds, what she stole from the mines a couple of months back. Her high heels patter along the stone courtyard as she makes her way to her black carriage. Her hands clutching a vial, a vial filled with a murky coloured liquid, what was quite pungent. She raised her hand in the air as magic flew around the carriage, encasing it. The horses neighed and sprinted with the carriage throughout the enchanted forest. After moments of peaceful travelling, she gets out of the carriage, standing on her footman's back as a step. She allows her feet to carry her to the dark, frightening cell, where she keeps him. The most powerful man in all the lands, Rumpelstiltskin. She places the liquid down as she grabs a glass, what appears mid air. She fills it with water, and adds the vial into it and hands it to the man, who was nothing like his former glory. He was now neglected, wrinkled and getting weaker day by day and she loved it. She loved seeing his demise. Because the sooner he dies, she replaces him as the most powerful.
"Truth potion," she smiles to herself as she mutters what she says. Witnessing the man, downing the liquid so he doesn't die of dehydration.
"What would you like to ask your majesty," a toothless grin appears on the charred face of the man.
"Where can I find the girl in the prophecy?"