New Enchanted Forrest

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Faking my death was easy I did have magic. I left a copy of myself behind, lifeless and sprawled on the floor of my room.

I took a bean and prayed to God that I'd end up somewhere far from where I was.

"Hey wake up!" a blonde woman shook me.

"Huh?" I sat up, "Where am I?" I opened my eyes and saw the woman standing in the foot of the bed. She was holding a pale of water, "Who are you?"

"Rapunzel. And you are?"

"Seraphina. Where am I?"

"In my cottage." she responded, "In my husband's estate."

"Huh?"

"Enchanted Forrest."

"Wait I'm in the Enchanted Forrest?!"

"Yes, you are. Something wrong, child?"

"Do you know King Leopold?"

"Sorry who?"

"Oh so you don't know who he is..."

"No, I don't, sorry."

"It's fine."

"Child," she chuckles, "you remind me of my daughter, Drizzela. So full of curiosity..."

"Rapunzel, do you mind if I take a walk?"

"No, sure. Go ahead. Be back by night fall," she waves, "I do hope you like porridge and lemonade."

I smiled politely. Where am I? Did the bean worked? Was I far away from my mother? I went down to the stream and looked down at the water a simple trick I learned from Rumplestilskin, I can now see my sisters and parents, the mess I left behind... Zelena came back for my funeral and blamed mother and Regina for my death.

The sudden glass breaking startled me and I waved my hand as the images disappeared and ran back to the cottage. A woman, old but not elderly was talking to Rapunzel and Rapunzel was visibly upset by the woman's presence.

"You are not alone Rapunzel..." the woman said, "You have a witch... a very powerful and young witch in your home... give her to me and I will leave you be." and she disappeared.

I walked towards Rapunzel, "Who was that?"

"Gothel!" she sneers, "she had locked me in a tower for years and now that I had finally escaped she would not leave me alone. Don't worry, Seraphina, I would not let her take you." she embraced me.

"I have magic," I admit, "I can protect you and your daughter, Drizzela."

"You do not have to call me, Rapunzel..." she smiles, "you can call me mother."

"In that case," I smiled, "call me Sera."

"Alright, Sera, what would you like to have for dinner?"

"Porridge and lemonade sounds wonderful." I smiled, "Thank you, Rap..."

"Uh uh." she wags her finger.

"I mean mother." I smiled sheepily.

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