A Curse that can't be Broken

Playing Games

A tune played from a small music box that filled the lonely apartment. Katie sat at her coffee table with her eyes stuck in yet another book. Another book with yet no new lead.

She softly hummed to the song as she closed the book.

"Once upon a December..." She sung to herself ever so quietly.

She looked over the title of the book.

Anastasia...

Out of all the books, this one always seemed to fit her the most. A young princess who lost her family and her memories. She frowned as she trailed her fingers over the brown and gold on the cover of the book. She desperately wanted to know who she was.

A flash of that woman, the one that looked like her. She came and went so quickly. No answers, no questions. Katie sighed as she placed the book down next to the others. Katie let out a deep sigh as she got up off the floor. She reached her hands over her head and stretched as far as she could before dropping her hands to her sides.

She looked around her apartment as she made her way to the kitchen. She started to make herself a cup of coffee only to grumble and throw her head back. She looked down into the small glass sugar bowl, only to find no sugar. With instinct kicking in, she searched her cabinets for more sugar. She needed sugar... She needed coffee...

She huffed air into her cheeks when she came to the conclusion that there was no sugar in her apartment.

Slouching her shoulders she snatched the keys off her counter and slipped on her shoes, making her way out the door. Leaving the music bos still open and playing.

The tune softly and slowly came to an end only moments after she had left.

...

Emma threw her hands up in frustration as she stopped a at the sidewalk. Killian and Edith were close behind as Emma wasn't even sure how to handle her rage at the moment. The kid pinched her nerves to no end.

"He could have helped with Gold." She motioned in the air.

"Aye." Killian agreed.

"And he could have helped with... With this.." She motioned to her hands.

"Lets not go overboard, love." Killian tried to help calm Emma.

Edith shrugged, "Yeah... He kind of does that."

"You're not helping either." Killian gave Edith an emotionless look.

Edith shrugged. "Yeah but I'm not the one with magic." She gave him the same look back.

"What else can he do?" Emma asked. Her anger still linked to her tone.

Edith shrugged again. "I wasn't exactly invited to the magic lessons."

Emma huffed out a deep breath of air as she turned away from them and placed her hands on her hips. She was tired and frustrated. Not to mention what ever this thing Uther placed on her, it drained her energy every second.

"Look, Emma?" Killian walked over to her and placed his hand on her arm. "We now know that we can fix things." he tried to reassure her.

Emma placed a hand on her forehead as she shook her head a bit. "And Regina is somewhere in the future..."

"Regina can handle herself." Killian told her. "I mean, who has ever messed with the Evil Queen and got away with it?" he asked.

Emma let out a small breath this time. Killian had a point when it came to this kind of thing. Regina was strong, but they knew nothing of this Uther guy. Emma turned to Edith. "Your father..." She paused as she tried to focus on one question at a time.