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Prompt 2 - A Grown Roland Needs Help Bringing Robin Back To Life

Regina

I hadn't felt this intense influx of emotions in a long time, pure and seething rage. I sped up to the cemetery curb and marched over to my vault, my patience extremely thin when it came to anything regarding my dead loved ones, and a break in was something I would not tolerate.

Robyn had been showing signs of magic, a spurt here and there when she suffered a meltdown or temper tantrum, but I knew her mother was curious, leaving her to go through my things that I had kept sealed and hidden from the town. I grumbled and stormed down the steps, my father's grave carelessly shoved to the side, the culprit only yards away from me, allowing me to ignite a fireball and saunter down the staircase.

A man stood hunched over my things, hastily rummaging through a trunk, a battered parchment tightly clutched in his other hand. "Back away from the trunk if you want to get out of here alive." I threatened, causing him to jump and scurry back in shock, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Wait!" He cried as I cocked my arm to send the fireball whirling. I stopped and began to scan him from top to bottom, taking in the young man's features. His dark brown hair was clean cut, resembling David's style that he had worn when we went to save Henry. He looked young, maybe twenty one at the least, but he had a youthfulness to his big brown eyes, but they held a sadness that I felt in the pit of my heart. He was tall, extremely tall, and his arm muscles bulged in his shirt that seemed to be different from this realm.

"Why should I? A stranger welcomed himself into my vault and started going through my most precious things, and expects to get off Scott free! You have no idea who you are dealing with." I growled, my sour day fueling my rage towards this entitled man. My chest began to tremble with anger as centered in on an item in his hand, a small, red feather that I had kept in prime condition once my ignorant sister returned it to me.

"You're the Queen." He began slowly, but I screeched out a below of rage before hurling the fireball at him, but he immediately collapsed onto the floor to avoid any injury.

I waved my hand and felt the feather appear inside my palm, causing me to cautiously inspect it to make sure that no harm had come to it. "The Evil Queen." I muttered back at his gasping form, turning my back to him before returning my attention to the feather, marveling in how something as light as that, could carry the burdens and heartache of so much.

"Not to me." He offered, but I simply chose to ignore his now small and quiet voice. The two years without Robin had been incredibly lonely, and with Henry gone and off in another realm, it just felt like I was drifting through my life, never truly moving forward or backwards. Friday nights that once used to be full of joy and laughter from our family game nights, have become less frequent due to the demands that Neal held with his various little league teams, and the new baby girl born to Emma and Hook, which now consumed the entire family's attention, leaving me to simply mayor the town.

"Then who am I, if I'm not the fearsome Queen that terrifies your entire realm?" I scoffed sarcastically, sitting myself on another trunk before transporting the feather to another safe place, leaving me to drop my eyes to my hands.

"My Gina." He replied with a slight smile and twist of his lips, causing my stomach to drop to my toes as I dragged myself to my feet, my jaw hanging wide as I stared at the grown man before me.

"Wha- how is that even possible?" I choked out, stumbling towards him before cupping my mouth with my shaking hands. "Time works different in the other realm, Henry is almost thirty." He commented, making me gasp at my son's manhood, and how I had virtually missed most of it.