Break The Reign

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A small village, named Violetbridge , in the centre of the Enchanted Forest.

Her long ginger locks flowed in the wind, as she ran through the forest. Her hand clutching a wicker basket filled with plants, edible mushroom and delicious herbs. The birds singing their song in blissful harmony brought a happy grin to the young teen's face. She jumped over twisted tree roots as she sees the thatched roof of her humble abode. The smell of her mother's rabbit stew made it's way to her nose as she ran through the door. Her father, sat drinking from his glass, sent the girl a tired smile as she handed the basket over to her mother.
"Thank you dear," mother smiles and kisses the girl's head. The young woman, smiles and skips out of the door to feed the cooped up chickens.
She heard the sound of neighs, coming from the horses in the field a couple of minutes from her house. They sounded frantic and unusually scared. The wind speed picked up, blowing bits of hay around, the hay fluttering like a fairy dancing. She heard a manic giggle. She furiously spun around, letting her eyes glance on the scenery around her. Nobody was there except for Sir Lancelot who was visiting from Camelot.
"Excuse me sir? Did you see anything a second ago?'' the young girl asked, her voice ridden with curiosity.
"No, it's getting late too. You should go back inside where it's safe," Lancelot warned as he rode away on his trusty,jet black horse.
She shook herself to get the laughter out of her mind. She finished her chore of feeding the army of chickens and placed the remaining feed away.
"Looking for me love?" A voice appeared from out of nowhere. There stood a man. A short, stubby man with an unshaved face and shaggy hair.
"Who are you?"
"I am the Rumpelstiltskin!" a crazed smirk etches it's way onto the man's warped face. ''And you my dear, are exactly who I want to see."
"Me?"
"Well I aren't going to be talking to the chickens am I?" Rumpelstiltskin rolls his green eyes. "What is your name?"
"Flora, sir. My name is Flora Baker."
"Perfect!" He lets out a high pitched giggle. He checks the scroll infront of him. The prophecy. "The Evil Queen must be killed by the saviour. The saviour Flora Baker." It read. His plan was coming true. The prophecy will be fulfilled, even if the young lady in front of him didn't realise. Happiness will be restored to the kingdom. All he needed now, was Flora to believe in herself. To believe in her true self, the strong, expressive being she is. And that, could take a whole lot of magic, or a much needed miracle.