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Thanks Wicked 🙂 I will upload a new chapter soon. Ive made some changes to the chapter”a blue shine to a bright star” since the story sort of changed course a bit in my head as it went along. Im happy you like it even if it isnt what you want for the show.
[adrotate group="5"]A very interesting story so far Grimm. I especially like the twist that Blue was involved in the baby switching. If you’re still having trouble with Rumple, I’m happy to try and help.
Thanks Price. I think Rumple is gonna cause me trouble no matter what, so I just need to contemplate on him for awhile 🙂
chapter 8:
Regina
Dear Diary.
Mother just saw me cry. I didn’t know she was standing at the door, but she saw me and she looked at me like I was something so ugly to her. But she doesn’t like it when people cry, I know. But I couldn’t help it when she said I looked like a dumb wallflower at yesterday’s ball, I just felt so sad. Why does she say these things to me? I don’t understand why she seems so angry at me all the time.. or not angry even, it’s just like she doesn’t care, like all I am to her is something like a doll she can parade around. She doesn’t understand me.. I didn’t want to dance with that stupid Prince Joaquin anyway.. Diary, I love my Mother, I really really do.. but I don’t think she loves me, not very much. She says I’m not like her when she was young and that I’m weak just like Father. She is right. I’m not strong like she is. I’m strong like a boy though, and Father says I’m good at riding. I can ride really fast. But she doesn’t like that. She wants me to be strong in a lady like way and hard like she is. She always has to remind me I am going to be Queen one day. I don’t know why she even thinks she knows that. First, I would have to marry a Prince.. and who says I will ever want to. I only know one Prince who is my age, he is that Joaquin from the ball, and he is a stuck up.
Oh I have to tell you this too Diary. Earlier this morning I met a strange old woman who insisted I should have one of her apples. Off course I ended up accepting it, it seemed like the most polite thing to do, but I threw the apple away to the side of the road once I couldn’t see her any longer. She was very strange. There was something about her eyes.. but I don’t know-
Anyway from now on today is going to be a good day. I’m having a riding lesson. And my fathers new stable boy is going to have Rocinante ready in an hour..I think his name is David or something. He seems very nice and Diary please don’t tell anybody I write this, but he is very handsome too. Thank you for making me feel better Diary you are my very own secret place.
Regina hurried to change in to her riding clothes. She was a little late when she got to the stables and her riding teacher hurried her along out to the fields. She thanked the stable boy for getting Rocinante ready, but immediately felt guilty for thanking him. Her Mother had told her many times not to thank the help unnecessarily. But when the Boy smiled at her and said that Rocinante was a very beautiful horse, she smiled back at him and thanked him for that too.
Out on the fields she climbed up on Roci’s back. The teacher was on his horse next to her and they started down towards the river. As they came down to the place where the hill steepened, Regina felt Roci increase his speed, and she went with it.. Down the hill they flew together like the wind. She heard her teacher yell at her to be careful.. that it was dangerous. But Regina didn’t mind this kind of danger it made her feel alive and she trusted her beloved horse as she knew Rocinante trusted his rider. Up here, on a horse’s back, Regina never felt afraid. This was the only thing she knew she was good at. And as long as she rode fast enough her mothers scolding words could not touch her. She could feel like she was free, for a moment.
“We went a little darker and freakier,” says executive producer Edward Kitsis. “A little more horror story in the vein of [the 2004 movie] The Grudge.” Â
the Grudge…!!! that sounds wieeerd =/Â but all I remember from that movie is a shower scene when an ugly looking ghost thing comes out of “Buffy’s” hair… perhabs that would be fitting here ’cause of the hair thing and you cant really blame any ghost for getting lost in there… but it would still be wierd.
But some horror on OUAT sounds good. I love a good horror scare.
kfchimera wrote-
If not, I bet Rapuznel is a monster of some kind, and she’s up in that tower for very good reason and letting her out is going to cause problem–I hope that’s not the case as I’d like to see her join Team Princess but it just seems like something they’d do.
Uh ! good thought..I’d acctually love Rapunzel being a monster much better then her being a Princess.
Great looking stuff. What does the book look like inside? the same as on the show?
the stuff is not made by anyone associated with the actual Once show right? it says its from Taiwan.
wow Mickstemp.. those look exactly like the photos in Emmas hand, except for the background… good detective Work, thumbs up!
I think the Photos must have come from Neals appartment. taken when they visited him in the Manhatten ep. remember all Neals old Photo cameras? He probably took them with one of those.. And present day, after Hook visits Emma- she goes to find clues and so she goes to Neals appartment. Thats also why Emma sees the dreamcatchero. Photos + dreamchatcher =memory flashback for her.
chapter 7:
I am 15
On the day the girl Ozma turned 15 she had a visit from a fairy. Ozma didn’t know it was her birthday or how old she was, but the fairy had told her and then she had given her a gift. A Small book with spells written in it. Ozma had never learned to read, but the fairy said she would have lots of time to learn. The fairy had pointed out one special spell in the book from which she was not to read the words out loud until one night in the future when she would receive a sign from the fairy. Ozma should then travel to the shores of the Waters of the Wild river, and there by speaking the spell out loud she would be able to cross the river and return to the land she came from. But first she needed to learn to read and she needed to learn how to use magic. The Pretty looking fairy had even given her a lesson on magic. One that Ozma had actually gotten something out of, not like those lessons Mombi usually taught her. The fairy had shown her how to direct her feelings and concentrate on a cup of water until she managed to knock it over and spill the water on the ground, only using her thoughts ”Magic is a feeling, find your motivation and its power will ease through you like a knife eases through soft butter” the fairy had said. Later Morbid Mombi the Hag, Ozmas beneficiary returned home and reluctantly invited the pretty fairy in for a cup of coffee. Inside the house the pretty fairy had told them all about the wonderful land she came from, how beautiful it was and how she couldn’t wait for Ozma to see it “It’s your destiny Ozma, too be Queen there. With the help of our magic we will see to it that everything happens the way Fate fortold it” .. Mombi let out a smuffled laugh and said “That’s a fools talk Blue.. where did you gather that? Would Magic need be the means to make that girls destiny? Dear old Fate, is a slave to Magic.. hehehh! By Medusas beard! And here I was taking you for a smart one” Ozma saw the wicked smirk on the old woman wrinkled face, and the pretty fairy next to her looked perplexed as she sat down her cup with the oily black liquid. She didn’t take any more sips, Ozma wasn’t surprised.
The next day Ozma was once again alone with the old hag in that wretched tiny wooden hut. Ozma had started the fire in the small kitchen oven. As she watched the flames grow stronger she thought of how sweet it might feel if she could push that Witch in there as easily as she did the wood logs. Roasted Witch.. in her imagination that smell was a lovely one, not that different from what these old logs smelled like now. After she had done her chores she was fast out the door before the Witch awoke. Ozma went to her secret place in the woods, it was her very own place, somewhere no one besides her and a few forest creatures ever came. She liked being alone she was used to it. The kids in the nearby village had never been her friends they had always looked at her weird, like she was a freak or something. But Ozma didn’t care for those kids, they were nothing. She knew what she was and what she was going to be. One day she would get what was rightfully hers and those kids could all drown down here in their own shit and village mud. Ozma climbed up the rocky mountain side, she placed her hands and feet carefully and with skill from having done this many times and also fallen many times. She knew the dangerous places where the rocks were loose, she reached a small ledge just above the tree tops. This was her spot, were she could see far away to the outskirts of Oz, in mornings with clear weather when the sun was just about to get high in the sky she could sometimes be so lucky as to catch a flicker of golden light as the sunshine hit the waters of the Wild river. Beyond that was her land. But this morning the sky was too clouded for that. Ozma thought again about what that pretty fairy had told her last night and she took out the little book from her pocket that the fairy had given her. She opened it to a page that the fairy had shown her and remembered the fairies words “This one is a straight up strong spell”- Ozma wondered what it ment that a spell was straight up. She could hardly wait to try this one. And the fairy had told her about her sister.. Ozma had sometimes wondered what her sister would be like and why she was back there in the castle as a princess while Ozma had to live here in this stupid little land. Now she knew the answer, her sisters name was Regina, which ment Queen or Ruler. Hah! That was a joke! It was not her name, it should have been Ozma’s name. The fairy had said that when Regina was born their mother and father had thougt better of their new child than of Ozma, and that was why they had gotten rid of her and told the fairy to place her in Oz with Mombi , far away from their land so that no one would ever find her and she would never be able to get back “That’s what they think.. dumb asses!”- Ozma spat out the words to a squirrel looking at her perplexed from a tree near her..It was all because Ozma had been born out of wedlock. They called it that because Ozma was born before her father the King had married her Mother, the pretty fairy had explained. and because her family was Royal, something like that was very much frowned upon. But the fairy had told Ozma that it didn’t change the fact that the Throne and title of Queen Ruler of the land, really belonged to Ozma, as she was the firstborn. It was all her sisters fault.. if she had not been born her parents would have had to have kept her. If she had only been an only child, then they would have needed her to be their Princess- regardless of all the frowning. Typical.. Ozma thought, it sounds just like something those village kids would frown about, were Royal people no different? Well when she would be Queen she would teach them all something different..”Infact” -Ozma said to the squirrel “I am 15 now, and I am no child any longer. One day soon when I get powers and when I take back my Castle, I will throw that sister of mine over here to Oz so she can try being Mombis slave, and then we will see how she likes it”
chapter 6: A blue shine to a bright star. Or, a Mirror chapter
What a fairy fears the most is to lose control. There are so many ends that must meet. Too keep everything in its rightful place is a hard job, it is always the head fairies job and soon it would be hers. The world is like an intricate woven blanket, every thread has a meaning a color that is needed in the right place to create a bigger picture, the thread does not know of its fate or what meaning it has in the big picture, but the woman that weaves she knows and she knows if she loses that one thread she will mess up the whole blanket.
It was a very clear bright evening. Many years before all of the things we have heard in this story ever happened. Before most people had ever considered that there might one day be a Queen named Eva or two girls with the names Ozma and Regina, most people didn’t consider them, most human people that is. The evening air flowed coolly through the open window. The dark of the night was slow to come with these clear skies. But the first few stars were visible high above. A Lady in her Tower window gazed at the brightest one and her grip on her pencil loosened, as her mind wandered far back in time. To better times, or maybe just easier ones.
Blue had off course not always been Blue. You see, a fairy must earn her colors. Once she had been the Yellow fairy that was after her first communion. Off course before that, she had been a White fairy like all fairies are in their beginnings. But as Yellow, she had led a carefree life tending to the happiness of people and binding happy endings together where ever she could, that was her job then as a fairy. Busy bees they were her and her fellow fairies. There were always lots of knots to untie and endings to tie with other endings, but she was always happy with her work. One day Yellow met a fairy from another world. That fairy had flown in to do business with the head fairy of Yellows world and Yellow had met her by coincidence, she was one of the hot shots. Off course Yellow had been able to tell by her color, she was a Blue. Perhaps she was even head fairy in the world she came from. The Blue Fairy had flown up too Yellow and asked her if she knew a good flower too sleep in for the night, since she was not going back to her own land until a couple of days later. And Yellow had boldly asked her to join her in her flower. The Blue fairy had accepted. They had had fun together, drinking a couple of bottles of Nectar and the Blue fairy had had too much, so she was kind of tipsy and had revealed the real reason she was there, she had been summoned by the fairy court to a hearing regarding the way she handled the government of her own world. “The fairy court is worried Im too loose with the laws and that I let too many things go flying free in the wind. But Fate doesn’t always know Yellow.. sometimes.. I think Fate is wrong, just wrong.. they are happier when they can choose for themselves Yellow” Yellow had not known exactly what Blue fairy was talking about that night and she had been grateful when Blue fairy had fallen asleep so she herself could get some rest from all that talk of Fate.
(Edited febuary 12)  There was a bluish shine about the trees and the ground outside this evening. “The blue hour” she had heard it named. Many names and melancholic songs were written that fitted this night and indeed her mood too. Blue looks at the black water surface of the little pond outside her window. when she was a white fairy she had always enjoyed swimming in the ponds with her friends. she had found it fun to dip her chin and nose just below the surface so she could see both above and under the water at the same time, and if she did it just right she would also be able to see the sky and her own eyes and face be reflected in the water, like a mirror on water reflecting the opposite, this way it was like seeing the whole world at the glimpse of an eye, she had thought. She looked at the black pond now, from her window in the tower and wondered what was underneath the black mirror surface reflecting nothing. Blue caught herself and tried to put her mind back on her work. She had no time for her white girl-dreams now, no time for sports or play. This lady, she must now steadily weave her work. A good fairy she was. But she felt her mind wander back in time again though this time only too a few years earlier.
Yellow had earned a new color and could now call herself Blue she was not head fairy yet, but worked closely together with Old Blue Fairy. One day the old head fairy would be retiring and there by handing over the responsibility of this world to Blue. When working in the government of a world a fairy can call herself a Star, because she works high up, and usually a Star takes to the skies to do business..There had been talk in Blues world of one of the other worlds having a dying Star.. When a Star is dying you see its light turn into an intense small white mass, when all the used or lost magic energy collects itself again. Until it releases, expands and blows up.. Then it sucks itself and everything surrounding it into a forever sucking, forever yearning, asking, black nothing.. a hole that can never be filled. Blue knew, that the dying world they talked about was her old friend’s and that her friend was that dying Star, Her friend had used up all the magic of that world in a desperate attempt to keep the ends meeting. Blue had thought to herself how her friend, the Blue Fairy from the other world, should not have let go of the tight grip on all of her threads.. then she would have been safe and not have become disgraced in death with the name- a Black Fairy.
A fairy needs to hold the control. Blue thought of Old Blue Fairy, the fairy Godmothers words to her this morning before they began the day’s work. “A fairy must be everywhere my child, from within the smallest flower to the big universe surrounding us. We must sit in every flower bed and have our eyes among the stars to remain in control. Fate is written in the stars my child. We must be the ones to read it, to make sure it all happens in the right way. It is like a recipe. Fate is the artist, we are the weavers, the world will grow cold if we do not do our job right” ..If a fairy gives the control up for the mortals too choose their own fate, chaos will insure. Her long dead friend was evidence of that. Blue knew, that now that she was the one weaving the threads together, she was the one with the control. She tightened her grip on the pencil and held it steady over the paper pages of a big brown book she was writing in. “It is written in the stars” she told herself as she put down the words of her tale. A fairies tale, of a little baby girl that one day far from now would be born to save everyone in this world and help Blue carry them all into the next.
