Storybrooke, Maine
Present Day
　

Calista had always preferred the spring. She enjoyed watching the delicate petals of the flowers from her village spread and the world around her blossom with life after being drenched with blankets of snow from harsh winters. But there had always been a part of her heart that adored autumn. The colours alone were a dream. Brown, red, orange, yellow, all so beautiful and memorizing. She could stare all day long.

"Isn't it beautiful, love?" she asked, her questioned aimed at her husband with whom she walked arm in arm through the park of Storybrooke, Maine.

"It is a sight," Kit agreed, lifting his head to look upon nature around them. "Though, not as beautiful as you."

Calista's cheeks flushed a delicate pink, resembling that of a blooming rose her husband had given her so long ago. So many times, he had presented her with a rose, and she had kept them all, even after they withered away. Clearing her throat, she looked away. "My brother thinks we should not stay here."

"I think the same," Kit said, causing her head to snap toward him in surprise.

"You do?" Calista frowned. "Why?"

Kit came to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk. He glanced around them before spotting a park bench, which he lead her toward. As they sat down, he took her hand and sighed. "There is magic here, Calista. You know better than anyone what that means. We cannot stay here, it is not safe."

"Teresa and Henry saved us," Calista reminded her husband. "They could have left us out there, left me there to bleed out, but they didn't. Their healer treated my wound, and they gave us beds at their Inn, how much more kindness must they show us to win over your heart?" She squeezed his hand. "I know you're worried about what the Evil Queen might do with her magic, and you have every right to be weary of magic. But I promise you, love, we are safe here."

"You wish to stay." There was sadness in his voice, for he had hoped their stay wouldn't last very long. He wanted to go back to their realm. To the place they belonged.

Calista pulled her hand away with a nod. "I do."

Kit exhaled through his nostrils, his heart melting, eyes bleeding with love. All he has ever wanted was for his wife to be happy, to feel safe, and if that is how she felt in Storybrooke, then so be it. He was willing to set aside how he felt if it meant she would be happy. "Then we shall stay."

Her eyes widened and a smile spread on her face. "What?"

"I wish to never part from you, Calista," Kit began, taking her hands and raising them to his lips, kissing the whites of her knuckles. "If you wish to make this place our home, then we will make it our home. I will speak with Soren and make arrangements."

She grinned and wrapped her arms around her husband. "Thank you, Kit! You do not know how happy this makes me." Drawing back, Calista kept her arms looped loosely around his neck while staring adoringly into his dark eyes. "All I have ever wanted was to stop running from one place to another. In Storybrooke, we don't have to run anymore. We can finally breathe. We can finally be happy."

Kit lifted his hand to brush away the tear that trickled down her cheek, before leaning his forehead against her own. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you," Calista echoed, before leaning in for a kiss. She untangled her arms from around his neck to lay her head against his shoulder, and Kit smiled, wrapping an around her shoulders and drawing her in close. They stayed that way for a while, watching nature around them and admiring the beauty of this new realm, until Kit spotted a familiar platinum blonde.

"Is that Teresa?"

Calista's brow furrowed, and she followed her husband's gaze until she saw what he was looking at it. And sure enough, there she was. Teresa Holmes. The girl was staring down into the lake, clothed in nothing but her plaid pajamas bottoms and t-shirt, as described in the missing person's report.

"It is," she gasped, leaping up from the park bench.

They took off in a run toward the teenage girl, stopping a couple feet away from her. Calista reached out a hand and touched Teresa's shoulder. The girl reacted in a way they hadn't expected, lurching away and taking a few steps back with wide eyes that darted between them in panic.

"No, no, it's okay!" Calista reassured, holding her hands up to show the frightened girl they meant her no harm. "Teresa, it's okay. It's me. It's Calista."

Teresa stared back at them in confusion.

Calista frowned at the expression on the teenager's face. "You don't remember me... do you?"

"No," Teresa replied after a moment. "W-Who are you? Where am I?"

It was then Calista noticed the dried blood on Teresa's forehead and the trail it left down the side of her face. "You're hurt," she frowned. "What happened to you?"

Teresa lifted a hand to touch her forehead, and she winced. "I-I don't know."

Calista looked over her shoulder to share a concerned look with her husband, before glancing back toward the shivering teenage girl. Which was strange. They knew Teresa wasn't supposed to be cold. Her ice magic allowed her to adapt to cold weather. "Kit," she frowned, "I think something terrible has happened to her."

"Aye," Kit agreed, shedding off his trench coat and approaching the teenage girl. Teresa stepped away, frightened of him, but he offered her a reassuring smile that seemed to calm her. He stepped forward and wrapped the trench coat around Teresa before stepping away. "My name is Kit. You do not remember, but you saved us a couple weeks ago."

"I did?"

"Yes," Calista nodded. "I was bleeding from a terrible wound and you found us in the woods, brought us to a healer that did wonders for me. If you'll allow, we can help you in return."

Teresa hesitated. "O-Okay."

Calista smiled. She stepped forward and wrapped an arm around Teresa, guiding her in the hospital's direction. "My name is Calista, by the way. And yours is Teresa Holmes."

"Teresa Holmes," she repeated.

"Yes," Kit nodded.

"Do you both know me well?" Teresa asked as they walked down the sidewalk. She stood in-between the man and women, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she stared at the world around her. She couldn't understand why she remembered nothing about her life.

"Not as well as most, but yes, we know each other well enough," Calista replied.

"Can you... can you tell me about me?"

"I will tell you everything you want to know," Calista told her, "but I think you should see the healer first. You've been hurt, and I wouldn't want to upset you by telling you certain things about your life."

Teresa frowned, but nodded her head, remaining silent for the rest of the trip.

When they reached the hospital, Doctor Whale recognized Teresa the moment they stepped inside the hospital. He accessed her wounds, and Calista explained the girl's memory loss and confusion, before then speaking with the nurse named Sarah Walsh about contacting Emma Swan and telling her they had found the missing Teresa Holmes.

Not too long after the nurse contacted Emma, Teresa became upset. She understood nothing that was going on around her. Confused by the tests Doctor Whale ordered, and overwhelmed by all the people fussing over her, she couldn't help but break down. They didn't have a choice but to sedate her after Teresa grabbed a syringe from the table and used it to threaten them. Now the teenage girl lay sound asleep in the bed of a private room as Doctor Whale sutured her head laceration.

Calista and Kit stood in the hallway outside her hospital room, staring in through the window with concern. They turned their heads when they heard footsteps racing down the hallway and found Emma Swan. With her was Henry, Regina, Killian and David. Their cheeks were flushed, and they were out of breath.

"What happened?" Emma asked, stepping up to the window and looking inside. Doctor Whale noticed them and held a finger, a silent gesture he would be out in a moment.

"We found her at the lake," Calista explained. "She was cold and disoriented and hurt. We brought her straight here."

"Did she say what happened?" Henry asked. His eyes were red and shadowed with dark circles. It was like he hadn't slept in days.

Kit shook his head.

"I'm afraid she remembers nothing," Calista replied.

"What do you mean?" asked David.

"She⎯⎯"

The door opened up and Doctor Whale stepped out. They turned to face him and watched in silence as he tore off his latex gloves and disposed of them into a trash bin, before passing Teresa's medical chart off to a nurse. Stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his doctor's coat, he then turned to face the crowd of concerned faces. "I have good news and bad news."

"Of course you do," Regina sighed.

"For starters, she's severely dehydrated," Doctor Whale began. "Secondly, she's got some dark bruising on her neck and a head laceration, which we sutured. Well, only after she threatened my staff with a syringe."

"Yeah, that sounds like Teresa," mumbled Emma.

"She's also disoriented," Doctor Whale went on. "We believe that whatever happened to her has caused some sort of amnesia. Calista explained that she didn't know her own name, where she was, what happened to her. Nothing. It's like her memory has been wiped clean."

"Will her memories come back?" Henry asked, his heart and eyes filled to the brim with hope.

"It's hard to say. Every case of amnesia is different. It could be hours, days, weeks, months, years, or they may never come back at all," Doctor Whale explained.

"Is there anything we can do to bring them back?" David wondered.

"I'm afraid not," Doctor Whale replied. "It's best to let her memories come back on their own. Forcing them to return will only make the patient upset, and seeing as she is already under enough stress, I'd advise not to put her under anymore. It's better to keep her in calm environments and just let her live her life."

"She doesn't remember her bloody life!" Killian exclaimed. "How is she supposed to⎯⎯"

"Hey," Emma cut him off, placing her hand on his chest to calm him down. She gave him a stern look, telling him not to freak out right now, especially not in front of Henry. They all needed to remain level-headed for her son's sake. The teenage boy had already been through enough when he lost Teresa twice and then sprained his own wrist.

"I'm sorry," Doctor Whale told the group. "I wish there was more I could do."

David stepped forward and stretched out his hand. "Thank you, for everything."

"Of course," Doctor Whale nodded, shaking his hand. "If you need me, I'll be around."

"I suppose we should we be off as well," Calista piped up.

"You guys don't have to leave," Emma told the couple.

"We should be going, anyway. My brother is probably worried sick. We told him we were going for a walk and have been been gone for quite a while now. Besides, you all deserve your privacy with Teresa."

David nodded in understanding, though that didn't stop him from approaching the couple and clapping a hand down on Kit's shoulder. "Thank you both," he told them. "We're grateful you were there to make sure she got here okay."

"You're welcome," Calista smiled, before taking her husband's hand and disappearing down the hallway.

One by one, the rest of them piled inside Teresa's room and approached her bed. Henry pulled up the chair and sat on her left, Regina coming to stand behind him, their dark eyes staring at the sleeping girl. Emma and Killian stopped at the end of the bed near Teresa's feet, concerned expressions on their faces as they held hands. David came up to stand beside them, his eyebrows furrowing as she watched Regina step around Henry to examine the bruising on Teresa's neck.

"Regina, what are you doing?" he asked.

"There's something familiar about this bruising..."

"What?"

"It looks like someone strangled her," Henry said.

"That's because somene strangled her."

"You know who did this," Emma realized, her words aimed at Regina, who stepped away from Teresa with a sigh.

"Yeah," Regina nodded as she turned to face them. "And you will not like it."

　
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The Enchanted Forest
Many Years Ago
　

Lightening shone in the sky overhead, thunder rumbled low, rain drenched everything in its path. It was a terrible storm, the worst it's been in a long time, but the Evil Queen was anything but scared of a little bad weather. Storms calmed her, put her at ease. The woman sat leaning against the wall of her carriage, peering out the window, a grin on her face. She hoped that somewhere out there Snow White was shivering from the cold, begging for shelter, and nobody was giving it to her.

"We have arrived, Regina," her father informed.

"Good," she replied, "it's about time we have arrived, I've grown rather tired of these walls."

"Yes, it was quite a journey," Henry agreed.

Regina eyed her father and tilted her head to the side. "Why is that you came?"

"I thought you could use the company, my Queen. As I said, it was a long journey," Henry replied. It was only the half truth. The other reason he came was to find out why his daughter was so eager to speak with Queen Ravenna. He knew the woman's reputation well, and for the life of him couldn't understand why his daughter sought to speak with Queen Ravenna when all Regina has ever cared about was Snow White.

When the carriage rolled to a stop, the carriage man opened the door and extended his hand out for the Evil Queen to take. Before Regina took it, she glanced at her father and ordered him to stay put, that she would return and to have the carriage ready for departure. Even though he wished to know what his daughter wanted with Queen Ravenna, Henry Mills obeyed and stayed in his seat, leaning back against the velvet material that lined the wall and placing his hands in his laps.

"Of course, my Queen. The carriage will wait for your return," Henry replied.

The Evil Queen nodded before stepping down from the carriage and into the rain. Her carriage man held an umbrella over her head as they walked up the steps of the castle and approached the front doors, which the guards opened upon their arrival. She walked inside, though her carriage man stayed put, knowing all too well that his Queen wouldn't be pleased with him if he followed her inside and overheard her private meeting with Queen Ravenna.

Regina strolled through the dark hallways in her long, black dress, her heels clicking against the waxed marble floors. A single guard guided her toward the throne room in silence. When they arrived, he opened the doors and moved off to the side, allowing her to enter. Regina spared him a glance before turning around to admire the throne room.

It was dark, the only light in the room coming from the torches that lined the walls. Large pillars touched the ceiling, a chandelier hung above the golden carpet that lead directly to the throne, and thick, black curtains covered the windows. Portraits lined the walls, telling the story of Ravenna's many conquests. The kings she had married and killed. The kingdoms she claimed as her own. The centuries she has been alive.

Sitting on her throne, clothed in a billowing black dress composed of fine silk, leather and raven feathers that hugged her slim figure perfectly sat Queen Ravenna. Her skin was fair, not a wrinkle in sight, and her long, golden hair was styled in a bun, her spiked crown sitting upon her head. Like all the rumors Regina had heard, her beauty was unmatched.

"Queen Regina," she greeted. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

"I have come a long way to ask for your help."

"My help?" Ravenna lifted a brow, surprised to hear this. "Whatever would you need my help for?"

"I want you to kill Snow White."

Queen Ravenna cackled. "And why would I do such a thing?"

"I cannot do this task alone. Snow White is near untouchable, at least to me. My people will not speak to me of her whereabouts, for they remain loyal to her father, and to her. So, I want you to use your magic and siphon her soul, to make her forget everything," the Evil Queen grinned.

"Intriguing as that may be, I will not do it," Queen Ravenna replied. She descended from her throne, coming face to face with Regina. "It is not I who holds such hatred in their heart for the runaway princess, therefore it she is not my problem to get rid of. But from one Queen to another, here's a little advice." She lifted her hand, her sharp ring that of a dagger stroking Regina's cheek. "Gain control over your people, make them tell you where she is. After all, you rule over them. And if a queen cannot control her own people, well, is she even a queen at all?"

Regina's lip curled in a snarl, eyebrow twitching in anger. "You will help me, Ravenna."

"And why is that?"

"Because I have something that you want." This seemed to capture the Siphoner's attention as she remained quiet, eyes shimmering with mild interest. Regina to smirked. "Long ago, a man by the name of Finn came upon our land. He tried to steal from us, and the King, Snow white's father, rather than kill him, imprisoned him in our dungeons. Your brother remains my prisoner now. So, if you wish to have him back, you will siphon Snow White's soul for me. A soul for a soul, if you will." She inched closer, her smirk widening into a grin. "Do we have a deal?"

Ravenna's nostrils flared, her jaw clenching and knuckles turning white. She did not like to be commanded, but she had searched for her brother for so long. She would do anything to have him back. "So long as you return my brother to me unscathed, yes, we do. I will have Snow White's soul for you in a fortnight."

The Evil Queen grinned.

　
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Storybrooke, Maine
Present Day
　

Nobody knew what to say by the time Regina finished telling her story. Every single one of them were as equally shocked as the person next to them. Regina conutined shifting from foot to foot and avoiding eye contact with them all, her face contorted with guilt as she stared down at Teresa. Emma knew that someone had to break the silence.

"So there is another Evil Queen running around in Storybrooke?"

Regina shook her head. "Not exactly. Ravenna was evil and a queen in the Enchanted Forest, yes, but we are nothing alike. Her powers are unique. They aren't like my own."

"How different are they?" David asked, and a fair question it was. They all deserved to know the Siphoner's power if she was in town and they were going to deal with her.

"I knew her across the land as the Siphoner of Souls."

Emma raised a brow. "The Siphoner of Souls?"

"Yes," Regina nodded. "And she is dangerous. If I'm right about this, it means the Evil Queen brought her here and they're working together."

"Why would they be working together?" asked Emma.

"Is she an old friend of yours?"

Regina glanced down at her son and shook her head. "No, she's not a friend. We only knew each other because we made a deal."

Emma crossed her arms over her chest. "What kind of deal did you make with her?"

"I might've hired her to siphon Snow White's soul... and to make her forget everything about her life."

David scoffed. "You mean so she didn't remember me?"

"Regina!" Emma exclaimed, her eyes widening.

"What? I'm sorry, okay!" Regina threw her hands up in exasperation, a sigh falling from her lips. "Look, it was a long time ago. I wasn't in the right state of mind. All I cared about was hurting Snow White and making sure she didn't get a happy ending. I wanted her to forget about you because she made me lose Daniel."

David shook his head, his eyes gleaming with disappointment. "Is there anyone you didn't send after us?"

"Stop fighting!" Henry shouted. The room grew silent as he sighed and turned to face his adoptive mother. "What does 'siphon' even mean? Is that what she did to Teresa?"

"I believe so, yes," Regina replied, her dark eyes sad.

Henry looked away, his jaw clenching and eyes stinging with fresh tears. It made sense to him then. He couldn't feel her soul anymore because it was gone, siphoned away by Queen Ravenna, though hopefully not for good.

"How does that process work?" asked Emma.

"She takes people, usually prisoners of her kingdom, or people who could grow more beautiful and fair than herself, and she uses her magic to siphon their soul. To consume their soul, almost like you would food. Ravenna always did this by grabbing their neck and raising them from the ground⎯⎯"

"Which explains the bruising on Teresa's neck," Emma pointed out.

"And after taking them by their neck, her jaw would fall open, almost like a snake, and she would siphon their soul from their body. She consumes their beauty, their power, their identity. She steals everything that makes you who you are."

David nodded as he pieced everything together. "Her memory loss..."

"Calista said that Teresa was shivering when they found her," Emma stated. "Which can only mean one thing."

"Her magic is gone," Henry frowned, leaning forward in his chair and taking Teresa's hand. Her skin was warmer than usual, which meant her magic was gone.

"So, not only do we have the Evil Queen to worry about, but now we have to deal with someone that steals identities and magic from teenage girls. Wonderful," Killian said, a sarcastic smile pulling at his lips.

"Killian⎯⎯"

"Hold on," David cut his daughter off, his face contorted in confusion. "If you hired Ravenna to go after Snow White, why would she target Teresa? And who now? It's been years."

"Well, that's another story."

　
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The Enchanted Forest
Many Years Ago
　

Wet leaves and mud decorated her boots as she trenched through the woods, bow in her right hand and quiver of arrows secured across her torso and tapping against her back with each step she took. It was well after supper; the sun having long since set and the moon now gleaming bright against the canopy of stars. But that hadn't stopped Teresa Holmes from venturing out into the woods to check on her snares.

She could hear crickets chirping as she bent down to check on her snare that hid in the low brush beside a tall oak tree. Teresa smiled when she saw the rabbit laying limp on the ground and reached out, untangling the rope from its neck and stuffing the rabbit inside her bag to take home with her. After resetting the snare, she brushed the mud from her pants and cast up the hood of her cloak when a drizzle of rain fell, which was nothing compared to the storm that had occurred the day before.

Trudging through the rain, she soon found herself at her next snare and did the same as before. Only this time it was different. While stuffing the dead rabbit inside her bag, she caught a flash of gold in the corner of her eye and rose to her feet. She reached behind her back, grabbed an arrow, and readied her bow as her cerulean blue eyes scanned the trees.

"Who's there?" Teresa called.

She got no response.

"Little John, if that's you, it won't end well," she warned.

Still no response.

All she heard were the crickets and the rain.

"Damn it," she mumbled under her breath, knowing she couldn't let this go.

Teresa began approaching the area where she saw the flash of gold. Her movements were slow. She was like a shadow, one with the darkness. She had learned such stealth only after years of teaching from Robin Hood. There were footsteps in the mood that she followed. They lead her to a small clearing, where she found a woman in a blue cloak being lifted from the ground by her throat, the hand holding her there belonging to another woman, this one clothed in gold.

Gold.

Teresa emerged from the trees, bow trained on the woman in gold. "Let her go!"

The woman in the gold turned around, and Teresa's eyes widened. Not the moon and stars, not the sun and the summer sky, not even the embers of a fire could ever compare to the bright glow of this woman's eyes as they shone a dangerous shade of gold. They were haunting. A shiver crawled down Teresa's spine.

"H-Help me," the woman in the blue cloak gasped.

Without a second thought, Teresa Holmes let her arrow fly, and it embedded itself into the woman's shoulder. The woman in gold cried out, dropped the other woman, snarled in Teresa's direction, and then disappeared in a flock of ravens. The ravens circled them before flying off into the night.

When Teresa was sure the woman in gold had vanished, she approached the coughing woman that was on the ground. "Are you hurt?"

"No, I don't think so," the woman said, lifting her head. Her blue cloak had fallen after being dropped, allowing Teresa to see her face now. And what she saw surprised her.

It was Snow White, the fugitive princess wanted by the Evil Queen. There were posters plastered with her face all throughout the land, and with it, the price of an award.

"You're⎯⎯"

"Snow White?" she finished for the teenage girl, her gloved hand massaging her throat. "Yes, that would be me. Thank you for saving my life."

"You're welcome."

"What's your name?" Snow White asked.

"Teresa Holmes."

The runaway princess smiled. "Well, Teresa, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"You as well. So, are you out here all alone?"

"Afraid so."

Teresa frowned. "I know the feeling. I was alone once, scrambling for food and water. But someone had come along and saved my life. He took me in, raised me. He may not be my actual father, but he may as well be." She shook her head, clearing her thoughts of those painful days, and cleared her throat. "Who was that woman?"

"I do not know," Snow White admitted. "Though, I have a feeling she is friends with the Evil Queen. Otherwise why would someone with that kind of magic target me in the dead of night?"

"Makes sense," Teresa agreed. Then she eyed the woman from head to toe. "You have nothing with you. Not even a weapon?"

"I have a bow, though I'm afraid I dropped it somewhere in the struggle. That woman had come out of nowhere. She was like a shadow in the night," Snow White replied.

"Well, I don't think you'll have to worry about her soon," Teresa said as she walked forward a few steps and reclaimed her arrow from the dirt. After the woman in gold had vanished in a flock of ravens, she had left the arrow embedded in her shoulder behind. Teresa wiped the blood off on her trousers and then placed it back in her quiver, before turning to face Snow White again. "Do you have a place to stay?"

"I have a small camp close to here," Snow White replied. "I only came out to hunt, because I haven't eaten in days. Food is scarce when you are a fugitive and have little money."

Teresa frowned. Her heart bled for the woman, and she knew it was because of Robin Hood and their way of life. We steal from the rich and we give to the poor, she could hear him say. Even though a rabbit wasn't stealing from the rich, she still grabbed one from her bag and handed it over to the runaway princess.

"Oh, no," Snow White shook her head, "I couldn't possibly take your food."

"I insist," Teresa said, thrusting the rabbit into her hands. "It's okay. My father wouldn't mind. Helping people is kind of what we do. Besides, one rabbit won't kill us, we have plenty of food back home. Take it, you need it more than I do right now."

Snow White's heart filled with warmth, for nobody had showed her such kindness in so such a long time. "Thank you."

Teresa smiled. "You're welcome. And hey, if you ever need my bow again, you know where to find me. I live near to here, in a small village called Nottingham on the outskirts of the Sherwood Forest."

"Nottingham. Yes, I've heard of that place." Snow White shoved the rabbit inside her bag and then stretched her hand out for the teenage girl to shake. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Teresa. Hopefully, we will meet again soon."

"Hopefully," Teresa agreed, shaking her hand.

　
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Storybrooke, Maine
Present Day
　

"We made our deal and then I left her castle and returned back to my own," Regina explained. Everyone stood around the room, watching as she spoke, listening to every word. "When I made it back to my castle, I went about my usual business. And the next day, just as I finished eating supper, I could see a flock of birds approaching my castle. It was so strange. I saw nothing like it before."

"What do birds have to do with Ravenna?" Emma interrupted her storytelling.

Regain shot her an impatient look. "I'm getting there. Anyway, I watched as the birds landed in heaps on the floor. It was a bloodied mess, feathers and broken beaks all over the place."

Killian's face twisted into a grimace.

"And then they melted into a puddle. It was thick, like tar, but it resembled ink from a quill more than anything. And from that puddle, Ravenna emerged. She was hurt and had grown weak from flying such a long way while injured. She passed out before she could tell me what happened to her. I fetched my healers and gave her a bed for the night, and by morning, she had woken up. She told me that a girl with platinum coloured hair and a peculiar soul had shot her with an arrow, saving Snow White's life before she could finish siphoning away her soul. Not long after finding out that Snow White had made herself a new friend, that I realized it was Teresa she was talking about."

"And she never came after Snow again?" David asked, desperate for every detail.

"No, she didn't."

"And her brother, Finn, what did you do with him?" Emma asked.

"I released Finn to Ravenna on the condition that she would help me whenever I called upon her. She agreed to the terms and left my castle after regaining her strength back."

"Right, and how in the bloody hell did she get here?"

Regina glanced at the pirate. "I don't know."

"One of the curses probably brought here her," Henry assumed.

"No, if one of the curses had brought here her, she would have come for Snow White and Teresa much sooner. She had to have come her from the Land of Untold Stories. That, or the Underworld. But I'm not sure how that would be possible, I never heard rumors of her death, and Teresa and Alice would have known if someone came back with them."

"That aside," David said, "we have to assume that she's with the Evil Queen now. According to the footage from the hospital, Hyde had spoken with Teresa. He sent her somewhere, right? What if the Evil Queen found Ravenna during the dirigible crash, told her that Teresa was in Storybrooke, and they conspired with Hyde to lead her somewhere so that Ravenna could siphon her soul?"

Regina pursed her lips. "It does makes sense."

Emma glanced around the room. "Okay, so what do we do now? How do we find her?"

"I don't know," Regina shrugged. "The Evil Queen alone is hard enough to track, and considering Ravenna moves like a shadow, she'll be twice as hard to locate."

"Bloody fantastic."

"Is there a way that we can get Teresa's soul back from Ravenna?" Henry asked. "Will that get her memories and magic back?"

"Yes," Regina replied, "but it won't be easy. Now that she has consumed Teresa's memories and magic, she can use them against us. She knows everything that Teresa knows about us, which means she knows where to hit us where it hurts."

"Let me guess, she has ice magic now too."

Regina glanced at Emma and nodded her head. "Unfortunately, she does. But that doesn't mean we give up. I've dealt with Ravenna before, I know the extent of her powers, and we all know to deal with ice magic. With both our magic, and Alice and Zelena's, we can find a way to take them both out. It'll take time, but we can do this."

Emma nodded, a light smirk on her lips. "Then let's get to work."

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a/n: Well there have it my dearies! You finally got to see the moment Teresa met Snow White, and you got to meet my new villain, who is Queen Ravenna from the Kristen Stewart adaption of Snow White.

Those hints of gold in the previous chapter were references to all the gold Ravenna wears and has around her in the movies. And the whole sentence where I describe Teresa feeling as though her soul was being sucked away is another reference. In the movies, Ravenna is able to stay immortal for so long because she consumes peoples beauty, life, soul. And that keeps her young, beautiful, the fairest in all the lands. However, for the purpose of those story, I made it so Ravenna is a soul siphoner and is able to steal someone's identity as well as their magic. Did any of you guess the villain correctly? Let me know if you did!

Also, this chapter officially marks the half way mark of this book! Which is very exciting, because I am beyond excited to reach book three! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!