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Post by THE SWORD on Aug 20, 2015 10:19:05 GMT
Magic has come
- Group thread
It seemed like a perfectly ordinary day in Storybrooke, the town was quiet for once. A sea breeze blew in gently off the coast causing the trees to creek and the fishing boats to bob gently in the harbour. There were forces much darker working on this quiet day. Not too far away in the forest, The Wishing Well bubbled and spat. A dark cloud like substance began to flow from the well, a purple mist that crackled like thunder poured hungrily over the forest floor.
A loud crash of thunder could be heard as the purple mist grew bigger, stronger. It spread through the forest like a liquid devouring everything, heading straight for town. This was something powerful, more powerful than anything that had ever come to Storybrooke before. It would be the residents biggest test. It broke over the town with a wave like crash, bubbling and crackling as if it was pure electric, but this cloud was not of this world. It had travelled a long way to get here. It had been pulled through time to turn the town upside down.
The purple cloud blew through the town like a tornado, it was impossible to hide from it as it spread. This was more powerful than anything Storybrooke had ever seen. This was Magic. Magic had come to Storybrooke.
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Post by INGRID OF ARENDELLE on Aug 23, 2015 21:22:53 GMT
It was another mundane day in Storybrooke, Ingrid or as she went by in Storybrooke, Sarah was hard at work in her Ice Cream Parlour. She had a special knack with ice cream, which was perhaps down to the fact she could freeze almost anything she wanted with one flick of her finger. The people of Storybrooke seemed to enjoy her ice cream, children would often come in and out of the shop and on particular slow days Sarah would take the ice cream van round the town looking for extra business. She got a little pleasure from her job, but she was really waiting for one thing. For the right time to confront Emma.
Sarah was cleaning the counters in her shop when the first crack of thunder struck. Only it didn't quite sound like thunder, it sounded more like a spark...like something not of this world.
Sarah placed the cloth she was holding onto the counter and slowly made her way to the shop window, her icy blue eyes widening with shock as she took in the scene before her. People were beginning to gather on the street outside and everyone was looking in the same direction. Towards the forest.
Flowing through the trees like a mass of water was a large purple cloud. Stunned, Sarah opened the shop door and stepped out onto the street. It couldn't be...but it was. A smile spread across her face. It was finally happening. Her plan was finally starting to happen. Magic was here. Emma was ready to believe...she would have to...because with magic came the power she knew Emma had. Soon Emma would be ready to accept her as a sister.
Sarah stood firm, her arms slightly outstretched as she braced herself ready for the cloud to hit. Things would never be the same again.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2015 1:40:30 GMT
Emmas life had just been turned upside down.
She had her fair share of crazy experiences here in Storybrooke, sure, but nothing like what had just happened to her. The prophecy had come true. She had broken the curse and brought everyones memories back.
She couldn't help but be happy about this, ecstatic even. She wrapped her arms around Henry, tears pricking her eyes as his opened in the Hospital. She told him she loved him, she was sorry for not believing for so long.
Finally, she was reunited her parents and friends in the streets of Storybrooke. Laughter and joy broke through the group until, suddenly, one of them screamed, pointing toward the woods. Emma whipped around, catching sight of the purple cloud moving toward them. Her grip on Henrys shoulder tightened.
"What the hell is that?" she said, her voice wavering only a slightly as she watched the billowing colors move toward her and the others.
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Post by QUEEN REGINA MILLS on Sept 23, 2015 21:26:30 GMT
 It's not over! now i'm fighting this war since the day of the fall and i'm desperately holding onto it all, but i'm lost. i'm so lost. | 647 WORDS | OUTFIT | @open | | THE EVIL QUEEN IS BACK! |
NO! No this could not be happening! Everything she had worked for! She had lost her father for the sake of that curse and this twit just comes in steals away her son and strips away everything Regina had ever worked for in one fell swoop? Why could nothing ever go right for her? Why was her happiness always destroyed as soon as she got it. Henry was her son! She had raised him, kissed every scraped knee, wiped away every tear and blown every runny nose and now there he was hugging that....that bitch and smiling up at her. The people around her were looking at her with hate filled eyes but what did she care they always did that. Pathetic sheep that followed Snow White's wishes like she was some kind of heavenly deity. Regina sobbed, fat tears rolling down her cheeks taking patches of her make-up with them without a care for her dignity or appearance. Her hand, which she had pressed against the glass curled inwards, manicured nails dragging downwards against the glass in a futile attempt to make Swan feel the agony the ripped its way through her heart, an agony she had thought she could never feel again since Daniel. She could feel them, the idiots pressing in on her steadily like she was a timid deer and she whipped around sadness forgotten as she growled a terse "Don’t touch me!" Even in the absence of her powers, she still struck fear into them and they paused just long enough for her to stalk past them with a grace and speed that a woman in her size heels and state of mind should not be able to accomplish. Without hindrance she was down the stairs and out the door. The people around parting like the red sea even in their anger. They were pathetic, without a leader they ran around like headless chickens, desperate for any form of direction even if it was the wrong one.
She moved towards her car with firm steps, throwing open the door without a care. Throwing the hospital one last hate filled glance she slid into the car, started it and shot off with a speed that any other time would have had her pulled over, but what did it matter one Sheriff was a useless corpse and the other was cuddling Regina's son like it was her right. A hiss of anger escaped her lips as she took a turn to sharply and startled other drivers sending a few careening off the road to avoid her. She could only hope the fools died in any resulting crash. It would be one less idiot to come after her when they finally got their silly little minds to grasp the situation. Without her magic would the fools manage to kill her? She had finally reached the house and gotten out of the car when that thought caught the back of her throat and winded her. She leant against the car and gasped for breath. What if they killed her without her ever being able to say goodbye to Henry? What if she died with him still believing she was a heartless monster who didn't love him? Tears escaped her eyes despite her best efforts and rolled down her cheeks and she buried her head in her arms until she had her control back. Her breath rattled in and out of her lungs shakily, and brought with it the strangest scent. Regina's head snapped up as she looked to the right a smile blossoming on her tear and mascara stained face. With a cool disregard she locked the car and sauntered up the path to her front door. She would have to redo her makeup after all. It just wouldn't do for Swan to meet the Evil Queen looking anything but her best.
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