| PROMISE |~ flashback ~
In the dimly lit study of Ravenmoor Castle, Fallon sat between her parents, the warmth of the hearth casting a flickering glow across the rich tapestries that adorned the walls. The scent of aged parchment mingled with the crackling fire, creating an atmosphere of both comfort and solemnity. Outside, the wind whispered through the ancient oaks that surrounded the castle, their branches swaying gently in the evening breeze.
Wish realm Regina, regal yet visibly concerned, spoke first, her voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. "Fallon, my dear," she began, her tone weighted with urgency, "you must listen closely. Queen Snow and King David have conspired to usurp our throne for having usurped theirs years ago. They plot to seize Ravenmoor by force, to tear down everything we have worked so hard to build."
Fallon's heart skipped a beat at her mother's words. She turned to her father, whose usually jovial demeanor was replaced by a grave solemnity. His eyes, typically bright with laughter, now held a deep intensity that sent a chill down Fallon's spine.
"You are our only heir, Fallon," he continued, his voice steady but laced with paternal concern. "If anything should happen to us, you must stand strong. Protect our people, safeguard our legacy. The fate of our kingdom rests upon your shoulders now, more than ever."
Fallon felt a surge of emotion welling up inside her. Her parents had always been pillars of strength and wisdom, guiding Ravenmoor with compassion and integrity. Now, faced with the harsh reality of betrayal, she struggled to reconcile the weight of their expectations with the enormity of the task ahead.
"But you are strong too," Fallon insisted, her voice tinged with determination despite the tremor of fear that threatened to betray her resolve. She reached out, placing a trembling hand on her mother's arm. "Together, we can thwart their plans. We can defend our kingdom. I will not let them destroy everything we hold dear."
Regina's gaze softened, her hand coming to rest gently on Fallon's. "Your courage and conviction are your greatest strengths, my daughter," she affirmed, her voice filled with maternal pride. "You must lead with them. Inspire our people to stand against tyranny, to fight for justice and honor."
Fallon nodded, her jaw set with newfound resolve. "I promise," she vowed, her voice steady and unwavering, "if anything should happen to either of you, I will carry on your legacy. I will protect Ravenmoor with every fiber of my being."
Silence settled over them like a heavy cloak, the crackling of the hearth the only sound in the room. The weight of their shared commitment hung in the air, a solemn bond forged in the face of imminent danger. Fallon felt the gravity of her parents' trust, the mantle of responsibility settling upon her shoulders like a crown.
As the firelight danced across their faces, casting fleeting shadows on the stone walls, Fallon knew she must steel herself for the challenges ahead. Her mind raced with plans and strategies, her heart heavy with the knowledge that the fate of Ravenmoor now rested squarely upon her shoulders.
Outside the castle walls, the moon rose high in the night sky, bathing Ravenmoor in a silvery glow. Fallon stood at the window, gazing out at the kingdom she loved, its streets and villages now cloaked in darkness. In the distance, she could faintly hear the murmur of her people, unaware of the storm brewing on the horizon.
With a deep breath, Fallon turned away from the window, her mind made up. She would not allow Queen Snow and King David to destroy everything her parents had built. She would fight, not just for herself but for the honor and legacy of her family, for the people who looked to her for leadership and protection.
As dawn approached, Fallon gathered her resolve. She knew that the road ahead would be fraught with peril and sacrifice, but she also knew that she could not falter. The fate of Ravenmoor hung in the balance, and she would not rest until justice was served, until her parents' honor was restored, and until peace once again reigned over her beloved kingdom.
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A Wish is a Dream
Conto"Genie of Agrabah, I wish that Emma Swan's wish. To have never been the savior. Be granted." (Season 6) -- This story begins the moment Aladdin grants Regina's wish by transferring her to the Wish Realm.