Break The Reign

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Violetbridge, the Enchanted Forest.

Flora felt a stabbing pain in her heart and echos of a blood curdling scream. Her mind went blank as she allowed her feet to transport her into the house.
"Father! Father! I think something bad has happened to mother!" the girl's cries were loud and frantic as her little brother, sat chewing on a wooden stick. Her father let out a sigh as tears ran down his worn face.
"She's dead Flora."
Those words caused a pained shriek to come from the young teen. Her tears streaming down her face like a river. Her sobs uncontrollable and ugly.
''No! No!" She screamed, probably alerting the whole village. Her brother gazed into mid air, Kendall was a daydreamer. He was four and never really spoke to anyone except his imaginary friend, Chips.
''The Evil Queen took her."
"Then there is a chance she could still be alive!" Flora angrily protested.
"Don't be so ridiculous Flora! Do you know anybody who has survived her?! She is dead! Gone!" Her father raised his voice, a vein striking in his forehead.
"You have no faith!"
The answer to Flora's response, was a smack around the face. Flora clutched her face and looked at her father.
"Do not tell me what I do or don't have Flora. You know as well as I do, the Evil Queen does not let her victims survive. She died because of you anyway!"

Flora looked shocked at his words.
"Because..of me..?" She struggled to get her words out. Her father muttered, "I'm going to bed." He stomped his way to the bed and let the pain be numbed by the whisky, Lady Rosette made for him. Flora felt her heart break into two, she ran out of the door. Her emotions high. She paced the garden and the fields, throwing and kicking stones, her tears and cries becoming hoarse as her voice goes. She sits down under a tree. Suddenly, a scroll hits her on the head.
Flora reaches for it, and clasps her hand around the gold handles. She slowly undoes it.

Flora Baker, this is for you. Your destiny. Our saviour.

It read. Flora was dazed and scared as she allowed her eyes to glance over it. The word "Prophecy'' stood out to her. A prophecy? Flora's thoughts overwhelmed her as she threw the scroll to the ground. What rubbish, she thought. She rose from the ground and abandoned the scroll and walked back inside. The prophecy let out a sigh, as it flew into the air, and back to it's wrinkled owner. Rumpelstiltskin.