Chapter 1

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Daniel's POV

Eyes open wide, pulse racing, head pounding, heart pumping? How was this possible? I was back. I was in this strange forest, I have never seen this place before. The last thing I remember seeing was my love, Regina. Regina! Where was she? I had to see her! I quickly stand up and start running, I came across this strange black top. I followed it into this town. I then remembered, I was once here. I was in Storybrooke. I went to the stables, I knew Regina had to be there! She loved going to the stables! That was the last place I saw her.

I stayed there a few nights, waiting for her. I didn't know where else to go. And just when I was giving up....



Regina's POV (An hour prior)
There I was, standing in Granny's watching my soul mate fawn all over his wife. It was heart wrenching. I stormed out into the dark night. I started walking, I didn't want to go home, or my vault. I had no where else to go. It reminded me of when I lost my first love... Daniel. Then I thought to myself, the stables. I don't know why, I just did. So, I walked over. When I turned around the corner I- I couldn't believe it. "D- Daniel? Daniel? Is that really you?" I ask with tears swelling in my eyes. I thought he was gone, but then I remembered something. A few days ago, when Belle and I were looking for whatever Zelena was up to, I read something about, how if someone died in Storybrooke, they would return to the Enchanted Forest, alive. He ran up to me and hugged me. "Regina. My love! I've missed you." He exclaims. After that we went back to my home. I let him get cleaned up and got him some more comfortable clothing. We talked for hours, I told him everything. Well, everything except for Robin... It was too difficult to talk about. Maybe this is what was supposed to happen. Robin did say to me just this morning, "Maybe it's just all about timing..." Damn it Regina! Stop thinking about that outlaw! You have Daniel back. Daniel, my first and true love. That's what I kept telling myself, I should start believing it.

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