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<div class="zmlyr1">and this little munchkin</div>
<div class="zmlyr2">NEVER LIVED TO SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN!</div>
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<div class="zmpb"> What did Zelena hate more than some visitor from town being on her farm? <br><br>

Zombies being on her farm. That's what. <br><br>

Granted, her farmhouse hadn't seen much zombie related activity. Being far away from the rest of Storybrooke as it was - in the 'middle of nowhere', as she put it with that soft exhale of someone glad to be as far away from possible from the drama that seemed to come from the town centre - the zombies didn't seem to travel up here. They preferred the alleyways of the main town, the open roads and of course old haunts like the graveyard. <br><br>

She would be lying if she said she hadn't done some...investigating. No one outwitched the Wicked Witch of the West and no one, quite frankly, attacked her without there being consequences. And once the zombies had made it personal she'd scouted some out. Of course, that hadn't been anything but magical target practise. Her aim had gotten better, but that was about it in terms of advancements in any way as to who was doing this and why - and why they'd gone for her, if anything. If the stinking vermin could talk they certainly weren't clacking those mouldy jaws to chat with her and no amount of dark art magic seemed to do much to correct that. So Zelena had retreated, for now, with a wary eye on these new supernatural neighbours. It wasn't admitting defeat. It was reorganising, establishing whether they meant to be a further threat. <br><br>

Until they'd decided on a house visit - and that was enough. Sorry, but they didn't get to crawl across her real estate. And it was with flashing malevolence in her eyes and a toss of red hair that she came storming out of the farmhouse, trotting down the steps and heading right for the undead visitors round the side of her dwelling. They were ambling around in her back garden, slack jawed with bloodshot eyes staring blankly ahead. She could smell them from here. "Oi! You!" Her call made the zombies slowly turn to see her. "You've messed with the wrong witch!" Her eyes skimmed across them. Three. She could handle three. Hell - the could handle five, in her opinion. Zelena rose her hand in readiness to dispatch the trespassers. This was nothing. One blast and they'd be back in the earth where they - <br><br>

She stopped. Under the protection spell that told her who was on her property there was something else - no, someone. Someone beyond the zombies she could see, at least. She looked around, suddenly catching sight of a complete and utter stranger. Her frown soured. Why was she so popular today? Didn't they all have things to do down in town? Fighting their own zombies, maybe? "Who the hell are you?" <br><br>

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<div class="zmpb"> Zelena wasn't fond of most things in this realm, lack of magic being the main bugbear. Despite Storybrooke having magic the inflexibility that the rest of the realm brought and the hassle of bringing magical objects in order to actually do anything interesting (read: come back from the dead, time travel, kill your sister's boyfriend's wife, become said sister's boyfriend's dead wife, cackle hysterically at the sheer genius of your plan etc) really was the pits. Being Marian had given her the chance to experience all of that first hand - all of those people, scurrying around without magic. <br><br>

Pitiful.<br><br>

Never mind the death traps that were the cars. Zelena could perhaps understand why most of the people in this town used them but not why magic users like her sister still drove around in them when there were clearly better alternatives. Plumes of emerald magic were not only more stylish but more safe than rattling cages on wheels. She was the Wicked Witch; she'd prefer to not die at all, but if she had to she certainly wasn't going to go in an accident involving one of these. She'd be laughed out of the Underworld.<br><br>

But there was one thing and one thing alone that this measly realm was good at, though, and that was tea. <br><br>

Proper tea, that was, and she was always running out of teabags at home. And so despite what Zelena strongly considered to be hero bias within the fine establishment of Granny's Diner (twice, now, she had considered herself seriously overcharged for what was in her reckoning only five dollars' worth of onion rings) she kept returning back. Cursing the bloody thing and fruitlessly trying to emulate a perfect blend through magic as she often did, nothing was quite as good as the real thing. So here she came, time and time again. <br><br>

But that didn't mean she'd have to come in and be stared at. God, it was as if she'd actually killed someone. The witch found it was easier to be at Granny's in the afternoons instead. All of the dwarves usually flooded in during happy hour whistling a merry tune and then deserted the place for more fertile fields as the evening progressed and left the diner empty but for a few stragglers who weren't keen to move on to the Rabbit Hole and other venues - but they were still at work right now. They were all mining or whatever it was they did. <br><br>

And that meant Granny's became, for that fragile last hour or so before everything kicked off and people starting coming back from work, an oasis of calm in the middle of what Zelena viewed to be the incessant babble of the rest of the townspeople. She could slip in and out and no one would be any the wiser. She could go home and enjoy her cup that would fuel an hour's more magic research far away from any -<br><br>

"Bugger!"<br><br>

The witch had only just made it out of the diner, crossing the space with the little chairs and tables, when the tea made a soaring arc to freedom. It speckled the pavement with dark patches - and could’ve gone on the person she’d just jostled and barged into, but Zelena was too preoccupied by handing the blame to someone else to notice. She brushed her hair out of her eyes. "Watch where you're going!" She looked down at the spilt drink in dismay before looking up - and her expression changed sourly. "Oh. It's you." Sleeping Pretty or whatever her name was. Bloody typical.<br><br>

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<div class="zmlyr1">you might just be </div>
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<div class="zmpb"> It was cold, but Zelena didn't feel the chill. <br><br>

They were going too fast for that. But she liked it fast - faster and faster and faster until the ground beneath her feet became a blur and trees swept past in flashes of bark and branch. Leaves brushed against the furs draped over her shoulders and then they were gone in an instant as if they hadn't been there at all, losing their grip on her inch by inch as the pair rode wild down forgotten forest paths. Through the trees she saw glimpses of munchkin houses - dirt tracks - chimneys shrouded in shadow - the glimmer of the winding yellow brick road twisting and turning out of sight - <br><br>

Fine flecks of dirt still speckled her dress, a stray twig caught in her hair from their fall moments before. But Zelena didn't care. The bicycle went over a bump and the rattle of the wheels sent her squealing and laughing and giggling with abandon again as if they hadn't tumbled in a heap at all - or maybe because they had. A thrill of green pulsed down the handlebars then, a rush of emerald racing down through the metal frame. <br><br>

But that wasn't her. That was the magic, pulling them ever closer to her prey. Where Dorothy was the scarecrow would be too, and with him his precious little brain. Soon Zelena would hold his brain in her hands and she would be one step closer to it all - closer to completing the spell, closer to going back in time and ensuring Regina was never born, closer to taking her rightful place...<br><br>

But Hades was closer than all of that right now. She had to lean against him just to preserve her precarious side-saddle balance and on either side of her his arms were outstretched as to reach the handlebars, enclosing her on all sides. But the expected urge to escape hadn't come, and Zelena didn't feel trapped. Not when this man had aims that corresponded with her own. Not when she was on the broom with wheels and nothing, nothing, could catch her now. Not when they were too fast for anything but giddy breaths and beating hearts. <br><br>

Or heart.<br><br>

It was then that her eyes caught something through the trees up ahead. The witch's eyes widened and she twisted in her seat almost violently. "Wait! Wait! Stop!" Her harsh bark could have been heard for seemingly miles around but it was muffled - cramped with hushed urgency. As the bicycle slowed she strained to see what was ahead, her eyes narrowing as she squinted into the undergrowth. Yes - there! There - there it was...she suddenly became alert and rigid with attention, with all of the instinct of a predator. But predators didn't smile like that as she extended a hand to point towards what she could see up ahead, turning to look at the God behind her. "There's something you need to see - slowly," she added, her voice barely above a whisper. "Get off slowly." <br><br>

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<div class="zmpb"> Oh, it looked dazzling under the dawn. <br><br>

No matter which way she turned it, the light rippled and folded and ducked and dived across the metal in simply unimaginable ways. She could watch it forever, let her blue eyes cascade down its jagged edges again and again and again. It was as if it were coated with quicksilver, with unicorn's blood, with something so utterly fine as to not be there at all but barely detectable under her fingertips. <br><br>

Who knew a Dark One dagger could be so beautiful? <br><br>

Zelena was sitting on a bench just by the bridge. Even witches had to take time out sometime, regardless of whether they were wicked or not. The bench, with its ornamental black ironwork and dark emerald-painted wood, hadn't been there before she'd turned up but what was the point of magic if you didn't use it? The same could be applied to the dagger, of course, but all in good time, and only if he decided to get stroppy... <br><br>

For now it was delicately balanced in her hands, the fingers of her right hand splayed across its hilt and the point lying across the opposing palm. She couldn't take her eyes off it. Even as she tilted it under the forest canopy it seemed to respond, the metal alive with a seething dark energy lying just beneath the surface. Like her green skin, it was lying just out of sight, boiling and bubbling and surging - <br><br>

She should bring her pet inside once in a while. Oh, he could survive in the cage. She gave him as much food as to allow him to survive - but not to thrive, never to thrive. That was rather the point. But thinking long term...mad or not, he would become a larger part of her plan when the spell worked (that it would work was certainly not a concern - it never had been, and Zelena wasn't going to start now). The whole point was that he'd want to do what she said of his own volition. <br><br>

Having him dead wouldn't, surprisingly, scupper that plan. But it would put her back a few paces. Trying to find someone to brand to get that ghastly black slime churning away at the Dark One's vault to reproduce Rumple was, quite frankly, irritating. But she wanted him to want to help her. Choose her. And then her life would go as planned. <br><br>

Maybe it was time for the cruelty to stop. To, to some extent, let her show him what she could offer him. Who she could offer him. He could have his sorry little son any day of the week if it won her his support. And Zelena was hardly going to do her deals sitting amid the golden straw of his cage. Somewhere a bit more civilised was needed for those finer details. <br><br>

For now she could sit and bathe in the fact that the heroes were scurrying around trying to find out what she wanted. Oh, the smell of fear. How she'd missed it. <br><br>

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<div class="zmpb"> Normally, she wouldn't dare come into town when she didn't need to. <br><br>

No - not wouldn't dare. She did dare, and did so all the time. But she didn't necessarily want to. The town had been full of obnoxious goody-goody heroes to begin with, and Zelena didn't know whether they were breeding or something but there was a ripe infestation that had somehow sprung out of nowhere lately. And they were all too happy to point the finger at someone. <br><br>

It didn't make for relaxed strolling. <br><br>

But Storybrooke felt different. More like it used to be. Like when she had first arrived, the fake midwife looking up at royalty up their lofty heights. Not so untrue to life, actually, but she'd be more about shoving their crowns up an orifice than delivering a baby from one. <br><br>

Ahem. <br><br>

She didn't have a Dark One in a cage anymore but she still found herself confident. A new sway was in her step, a wolfish grin barely bit back. A bundle of nerves that she carried with her wherever she went, of course, but it was more a thrill than fear. Oh, fear was there, anxiety electric in her veins. But her memory was selective, and what she chose to remember was mostly dowsed with the smell of mulled wine. <br><br>

With a gentle click of her heels Zelena strode across Main Street, her dark green coat billowing around her as she headed down a quiet side alley in the direction of home. There were streaks of the dying sunlight overhead and in the faintly rural surroundings she could see the early studding of stars across the sky. It would be fully dark soon, but the night was still young, still straddling twilight, and she could see clearly. <br><br>

Or clearly enough to know that she was no longer alone.<br><br>

She didn’t need to see to know she was being followed. The thing she’d turned to see shambling out towards her stank, and it was perhaps a testament to the way she’d lived that she could confidently say it smelt of rotting flesh. Zelena stepped back on impulse, grimacing. It was moving in a slow, lumbering way, both arms hanging limply by its sides as its eyes stared unblinkingly, hollowly, at the witch. It wasn’t the only one staring. Zelena’s eyes dragged over it with a scowl of disgust. "What the hell are you?" <br><br>

Wait. Had Hades brought these things back with him? No. He’d have told her.<br><br>

Whatever it was, it didn’t seem capable of speech. It was also decaying, which was something. It just ambled on further towards her, one shuffling step at a time. Zelena looked back towards where the alley emptied out into another, wider street. But there were shadows over there, too - and she doubted it would be anyone, or anything, friendly. Even so, if she made a dash for it, a good fireball behind her - <br><br>

- But something had wrapped around her forearm. Zelena twisted with a yelp of pain but the living corpse's blackening fingers were like the teeth of a trap around the skin. She struggled, her footing beginning to slip on the pavement as she tried to wrench her arm back. "Get off me!" The corpse's face was close to hers and it's growl made her struggle harder, her free hand flexing as she tried to summon the magic to make it let go. <br><br>

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