𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝕻𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊

22

"YOU CAN STAND DOWN. It's us." Charming said as they entered the camp. He immediately went towards his wife and captured her in a kiss.

"Ugh," Regina said with disgust. "Uh, where is the sextant."

"I'm afraid Pan got to it first." Killian looked down.

Snow White and Prince Charming were still kissing each other and Snow broke the kiss with a small laugh, "I'm not complaining, but what was that-" she didn't manage to continue as Charming started kissing her again.

"Okay, I'm complaining," Emma mumbled and Regina added, "What I wouldn't give for another sleeping curse. 

"Hook..." Charming finally said, looking away from his wife, "He saved my life."

"You sure you wanna tell them that, mate?" he seemed slightly confused.

"On our treck, we were ambushed by Lost Boys. Pinned down, outnumbered, Majo was keeping them away the best she could but it was Hook who risked his life to stop me from getting hit by a poisoned arrow." Killian looked down, slightly embarrassed, "but if it wasn't for Hook, I wouldn't be alive. Your flask, please." Killian gave him his flask "I thought he deserved a little credit." 

"Thank you." 

Charming took a swig out of the flask and his small smile vanished as the strong alcohol hit his tongue. Majo laughed at the Price's face. He handed it to his wife.

"To Hook." Snow took the liquor better than her husband.

As she handed it to Regina, the Queen decline, "I don't do rum."

Killian looked like he had just been personally offended.

"More for me then," Majo said. As she saw Killian's face she added, "I promise to teleport no one on a pirate ship." The Charmings looked confused but didn't ask so Majo took a second swig and handed the flask to the Savior.

As Killian arrived at the little fire they had made five minutes after Emma with a few sticks, Majo knew what had happened.

"What's the smirk for?" Killian asked.

"Oh, I think you know exactly what the smirk is for." she wiggled her eyebrow, "You shouldn't wait exactly five minutes, by the way, that's suspicious."

"What do you know of it?" The warlock's smirk widened, if possible, "You know what, I don't even want to know."

*****

"Focus," Regina told Emma as she walked around the saviour. "Concentrate."

"It's kind of hard when you're talking in my ear."

"And when the wind blows or it's raining, or...someon'e shooting arrows at you. Yes, concentration's hard. That's the point. Find your anger and use it to focus."

"No. There has to be a way without going dark."

"There is." Majo stood up and walked towards the saviour. "But anger or maim is often the starter. Or, of course, the need to protect someone."

"How did your magic start?" Regina asked.

"Well, when the warlock marks of my brother and me started showing," she made a gesture towards her eyes and stomach, "our mother and stepfather grew concerned. They tried to treat us the same but it was too much for them. After our mother hanged herself, our stepfather tried to drown my brother in a well outside our house. I found him but I was a small child and I couldn't do anything. I still reached out for my stepfather and in my need to help my brother, my powers lashed out at him." Majo sighed, "For a long time I was afraid of my magic but I learned to control it and now it's a part of me."