Raise your Daughter

I stood in the rain under an umbrella wearing my sister’s favorite red dress. When we were younger we had promised each other one thing. If she died first I would wear her red dress. If I died first she would wear my favorite green dress. Today my sister is lying in a coffin wearing my green dress. I didn’t expect her to die so soon. My red hair hangs down my shoulders in dreads, my black boots are muddy but I don’t care. My sister was dead; a part of me lay buried with her today.

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4. Creating Potions in Storybrooke

As I approached the town line, I kept a lookout for Emma or David. The sheriff’s didn’t need to know that I had arrived early. I was thinking about heading to Regina’s vault, mixing up a few potions, packing them into my bag and then going to get Arianna. We would move into my old house out of town and then I would raise her on my own. Or maybe the best decision was     to raise her in the house she was raised in since birth. I didn’t know I just needed to cross the town line and head to the vault.

            The darkness was my friend as I crept along the old road leading to Regina’s vault. I was glad that she hadn’t been buried in her vault. She had been laid at rest next to her husband Robin and her little stepdaughter, my daughter Baby Robin. I reached the vault and climbed out of my car. I carefully placed an invisibility spell over it and walked up to the vault doors. I turned the knob and pulled. It didn’t open. I continued to try before I realized that my sister had placed a blood spell over it.

“Even in death Regina, you still continue to amaze me.”

            I opened the vault with a wave of my hand and I entered. I moved the stone coffin to open the staircase and I walked down the stairs into the big chamber. Potions, books, pictures, mirrors, trunks full of old evil queen and wicked witch dresses and I even found a baby carriage in silver and gold. The potions I needed would take days to prepare so I had hoped that my sister had made tons in her evil days.

            I found her secret stash and began reading the labels. About three minutes in I found a tiny bottle at the bottom of the trunk. It was about two inches tall. An inch in diameter and full of this dark purple liquid, the potion had the power to bring the dead to life for hours at a time. Once I ran out I would never get to see my sister again. I needed her help because without her help I couldn’t bring her back like Emma brought Hook. The next potion was green and it brought magic back to the dead. The last potion was blue and it gave dead babies life. I would bring back my sister, her husband and my daughter.

“Okay I have the red potion that creates an artificial heart, purple for life, blue for breath and green for magic.”

            I skimmed through my sister’s books and tried to pick out the potion that brought life to the deceased. There was one condition the person couldn’t be dead for more than ten years and I was in luck, Robin died five years ago. The potion would bring them back to the age they died though and they wouldn’t have any memories. I had attempted this spell once and it ended horribly. I should go to Gold’s and get his help. Maybe Belle would help as well. Emma wouldn’t want to help and her mother Snow would try to reason with me. I hated being reasoned with. 

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