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<div class="zmpb">The old wood of the porch creaked under her feet as Zelena made her way into the open air. In the early evening the birds were beginning to quieten, the light starting to fade. She leant on the porch, leaning against one of the supports and staring out. For once it was peaceful, and she'd learnt to treasure those days. Faintly strands of red hair were blown with the gentle breeze as she looked out at nothing. Nothing at all. If she listened very carefully she could hear the hubbub of the cars in main town Storybrooke, the occasional shout. She tilted her head to one side. <br><br>

It was easy to conjure the ball. It leapt willingly into her hand, bright and sparkling. With an upward flick of her wrist it went up into the sky, past the porch and the farmhouse and the chimney and into the air. She threw another and another, little balls thrown in the air and then latching onto the sky like they had tiny claws, snagging the dark fabric of space and nestling there and weighing down the sky - stopping it from slipping away into the night just yet like tiny pins. Their rapid ascent slowed. She drew her fingers out splayed - <br><br>

Boom.<br><br>

- And the balls suddenly exploded with a dull rumble, bursting into fireworks. With a crack and a blaze the sky outside her home was torn into ribbons of colour, bright streaks of vibrance amid a darkening sky. The old walls of the farmhouse were lit up with a brilliant radiance of circles, bolts and beams - the dazzle of a hundred shapes. And then moments later it was gone. A sprinkle of sparks soon followed, falling like rain but dissipating into nothing by the time they hit the ground and leaving trails of coloured smoke. <br><br>

She used to do this as a girl. Stand out in the cold in something threadbare, making the sky light up in a thousand colours. It'd been fun, to see what colours she could do. Yellow, for the brick road. Green, for the Emerald City. Red, like her hair. Tiny fireworks, though - nothing like these. "Never would've done this." The words passed her lips despite there being no one to hear them, a murmur just under her breath. No. Never like this. Magic was something to hide when she was a child, like some unfortunate disease. Something to hide from the neighbours, something that made the boys whisper of the monster in the shack. Her father was always on the lookout for magic. He would've seen for sure and come marching out of the cottage, brandishing whatever he'd been able to land his hands on first. Depending on if this was before or after her mother's death, there wouldn't be anyone to stop him from unleashing his anger on her. His rage. <br><br>

His fear. <br><br>

Fear it was, she'd worked out. Zelena might've not gone to a school - not really, as Oz wasn't known for its wide-scale education plan, nor any desire to lift up its people; she'd accomplished what she'd accomplished despite of Oz, not because of - but she was able to identify motives when she saw them. Her father had been scared of her, fearful of her power, even when she would have done nothing towards him. When her mother was around she'd thought it was because her father thought she'd hurt herself - that his concern was fatherly, paternal. Of course it all came out after she died. God knew where he had gone once she had ascended to power in the Emerald City, but he had been wise to keep his head down. Zelena would've come after him and given him a true reason to fear her. <br><br>

He was probably dead now, she reflected, her blue eyes following the whizz of colourful flares. She rarely thought of her adoptive father. The witch pushed the thought away, enjoying the moment and tossing another firework up into the air - and then another and another for the next show. It was still early evening, the night in its infancy. So what if some people down in main Storybrooke could see a few lights up here? She wasn't doing anything remotely wicked. If anything they should be thanking her for the show. <br><br>

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<div class="zmlyr1">she's spunkier, fresher-faced</div>
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<div class="zmpb">The buckets hit the back of Zelena's calves as she lugged it through the woodland lane. <br><br>

The young Sister winced. Summers in Oz were either one way or the other: freezing right down to the bone, or blistering hot. This year was apparently the latter. It had got so warm these last few days she wondered whether she'd gone and taken a wrong turning and ended up at the Deadly Desert instead. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing, she thought to herself. <br><br>

She'd been shifting water all day to the munchkin villages. They were without water thanks to the drought and the well by the grounds of the Sisterhood was one of the only places where the water hadn't run dry. Glinda was always saying that to truly understand the suffering of the people who lived in this land it was imperative to really experience it. Zelena had laughed the first time she had heard that. They all had magic in the sisterhood, so why not use it? Since she had fully embraced her magic all she wanted to do was actually go and use it - save them all a bit of time. But no. Apparently they had to be aware of true suffering. So there Zelena was lugging it behind her, thinking perhaps of other methods of true suffering... <br><br>

She wouldn't really do anything, though. Zelena knew that. She was just a bit hot and bothered. If Glinda wanted them all to lug around buckets she supposed it had to be done. She was a member of the Sisterhood now, a proper member of something - and she knew now, of course, why she was here. Delight unfolded in her chest, as if she was discovering the news all over again. She was here by prophecy. Glinda had said she was always meant for more. She'd just hoped that more didn't mean more buckets. But Zelena was still happy to do it - sort of. She could....she could learn to be patient. This was where she belonged - that was what her sisters said. Her true sisters, not Regina. She'd just have to wait a bit, and then she'd do her bit, unseat that greatest evil Glinda had talked about. <br><br>

But even so, something lingered at the back of her mind, as she avoided a piece of uneven ground and continued to drag the buckets behind her. She noted that Dorothy, apparently due to her young age, didn't have to do any of the work the other Sisters were doing. She went to wipe some sweat off her brow. Ugh. At Dorothy's age she had been working like this or even harder back home, when she'd still been a peasant. Why did she get a way out? <br><br>

She knew, of course. It was because Dorothy was special, wasn't it? More innocent, more spunky. Zelena wasn't stupid! She'd watched how Dorothy was fawned over by her sisters. They all loved having her around. They all had their cookies and their biscuits at the Sisterhood Table. Not that Zelena could say anything, she thought to herself. She went through some mud. Normally she just sat and watched and smiled and laughed because that was what she had to do, because that was what Glinda wanted. But inwardly she cringed away from this little girl who seemed to have everything.....<br><br>

Zelena's eyes shot down to her skin, praying not to see the hint of green she knew was there under the surface. Her skin, surprisingly, was still clear. Phew. She let go of a breath she hadn't known she was holding and looked back up to the lane. She'll be gone soon, she thought to herself, trying to take what Glinda said to heart. Let go of envy. Let go of envy. Let go of envy. She can't stay here forever. She'll be gone soon. What was the place she came from? Kansas? There had to be people who missed her there. Zelena wasn't entirely sure why she hadn't gone yet, but it was too rude a question to ask and the Sisterhood were all about manners. She'd held her tongue for a while now, seeing Dorothy skip about the place while everything was laid out for her. Only a few more days, probably, she thought to herself. Then it would just be her and the Sisters and her prophecy...<br><br>

As she arrived at the well clearing she blinked in surprise. Who was here but the heroine in gingham herself. "Oh." Zelena put the buckets down, rolling her shoulders to try to get some feeling back. "Dorothy."<br><br>

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<div class="zmpb">"Mother!"<br><br>

Zelena pounded down the hallway. Portraits and sitting areas and busts of ancient kings and queens rushed past her, their familiar features blurred as she rounded corners and raced down steps. Her heart pounded in her chest like it never had before and she sucked in breath after breath as she weaved through the grown-ups, the columns of people that stood in place like a moving forest of trees. Everywhere she went, adults - all overhead, maids and butlers and noblemen and lords, all talking about the same thing. Their chatter filled the hallways, the corridors, the web of rooms. War. <br><br>

War. War. War. Its whispers, and that which followed of a broken betrothal (though whose she didn’t know) and other political matters followed her wherever she went in the estate, from the wine cellars to the towers. And she went to them all to find some peace, to try to work out what was going on. It was as if the estate was speaking in one voice. Finally, in a haze of confusion and panic, Zelena was going to the last place she wanted to go - the place she had been told never to play in, never to even go near without Mother or Daddy. Those rules had been burnt into her brain from a young age: don't go near the study, stay in the nursery and your bedroom. But she was a little girl and she wanted her mother, and that meant even those rules could be broken. <br><br>

Zelena nearly upset a pair of elderly nobles as she skidded around a corner. She missed them, but her foot caught in the hem of her long dress and she tumbled to the floor. She cried out in surprise. Already maids were going to help her up but she picked herself up, scrambling out of their grip to keep running. When she practically threw herself at the big oak doors of her mother's study, her knees were scraped, her red hair - so unusual, people kept talking about it and she wasn't sure why - she had always wondered why she didn't look like Daddy - all unkempt. "Mother!" <br><br>

Her mother was in her usual place by her desk, surrounded by advisers. They were all talking in mutters and mumbles, crouched over what looked like a map, only for silence to fall as they all turned around to stare at her. Their cold gazes made her want to shrink, to disappear forever, but she still fearlessly stepped forward, looking at only one person - her mother, the one familiar face amongst a sea of stern grown-ups. They were all in military uniform, medals shining on their chests. "Is it true?" Her voice wavered but she pressed on, swallowing hard. Her breath came in quick gasps. "We're going to war with Princess Eva's kingdom? The Northern Kingdom?" Her teeth grazed over her bottom lip. "Why? What's going on?" She gestured wildly but tiny green sparks shot from her fingertips. She cried out in surprise, wrapping her arms tightly around her chest. She had to control the magic but this time she couldn't, not when she was so scared. <br><br>

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<div class="zmlyr1">or what?</div>
<div class="zmlyr2">YOU’LL SMITE ME WITH YOUR BOOK LEARNIN’? </div>
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<div class="zmpb">Normally, Zelena liked being isolated. It gave her space; it allowed her to think, far from watching, or indeed critical, eyes. And work, as well, for the exact same reason. It gave her the freedom and the quiet she needed for getting on with what she wanted to get on with, and at any case she didn't have to concern herself with what anyone thought of her. In the rest of Storybrooke someone's opinion could...get in the way of her plans. At her home? Less so. <br><Br>

But the same four walls could quickly become boring. And what faded walls they were. It was far from both the glassy, emerald and gold of the palace at Oz and the dirty hovel she'd grown up in but she had always felt the urge to redecorate, if she ever got round to it. But for now the interior of the farmhouse was becoming stifling - suffocating, even. So she'd gone to the park, a spell book under one arm. The sky was muggy from the past heat of the day but was now residing, at around four or five, at a comfortable temperature. If she could work out here so much the better. <br><Br>

She looked around. Hazy clouds skidded overhead, anonymous in that padded uniformity of grey. Apart from sitting on the ground all of the benches were being used here - by lovers, by work colleagues, by those strange and foreign things called friends. In other words, no opportunity for Zelena to put down her things anywhere. After all, most people weren't likely to offer a seat to the Wicked Witch...<br><Br>

Apart from one person, of course. <br><Br>

Henry. Zelena spotted him from a little way off, but she could recognise him anywhere. There he was, sitting on a bench, yet another of her sister's crowd. As her son - only adopted, mind you, only adopted - this was somewhat to be expected, but Zelena hadn't been on her parents' side nor did she expect anyone else to be (apart from the Charmings, who managed to make everything a family affair). Less goody two shoes, though, than the rest of them. A little more...understanding. Or, as Zelena liked to think of it, open minded. Yes - open minded. That worked. A little less likely to follow the straight and narrow entirely faithfully, which fitted for her purposes. <br><Br>

As she passed his bench she let her eyes suddenly land on him. She smiled. "Oh, Henry," she said, as if she hadn't scouted him out for afar for seating prospects. "It's you." Who said that family, for all its grievances, didn't have some perks? You had to use the rellies for something. Sacrifices and the odd threat, mostly, but also seating. She moved towards the empty patch of bench next to him. "Do you mind if I sit here?" <br><Br>

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<div class="zmpb">Zelena squeezed her eyes shut. <br><br>

God, she had to stop at the portal jumping. The fact she could tell she'd portal jumped without even opening her eyes was, in the dull, yet remarkably still snarky corner of her brain, mildly concerning. Why? How? When? She didn't know - right now she knew nothing, nothing but the reeling, teetering sensation of a loss of balance. She forced herself to take deep breaths, acclimatising to the portal travel. Just stay still, just stay still. Movement would hurt. Movement bad. <br><br>

She'd been talking to someone - someone with a whiny voice. High pitched, squeaky in places. Irritating. The thought just came to her without prompting. Yes - irritating, not threatening. Arguing he could do something better than she could...at least she thought it was a he. Something about...about..she lifted her hand to cradle her forehead, to try to still the spinning sensation that was now becoming a bad habit. <br><br>

Instead of a hand, though, she suddenly something that felt like a paw over her face. With a sharp cry of surprise she instinctively darted away, looking wide eyed out towards the darkness. It was night, she suddenly realised. She could barely see what was a few feet away from her, let alone anything else; it was all swallowed up in a patchy, inky void. But there was nothing there - nothing but a shriek of objection from every muscle in her body, and some places she never knew could hurt. The sharp movement was shredding on her legs and arms. She winced, curling in towards herself in a spasm of aching pain. <br><br>

And then she looked down. <br><br>

For a moment she froze. She was looking at her own hand - or the place she had always expected her hand to be. But there was now a paw, small and red-furred with little claws. She stared. No no no. This wasn't what she thought it was. Swallowing, the witch reached out with her arm experimentally. The paw, which seemed to be attached to her, moved exactly the way her arm did in the gloom of the darkness. She moved her hand up to her mouth in shock - but of course it wasn't a hand at all. Red paws, and a tongue edging across sharp canines...and a bushy tail, curled protectively around her. <br><br>

I'm a fox? <br><br>

"What the - " The curse went unsaid as she looked down at herself properly, saw fur where there should have been the neckline of a dress, of skin. What realm was this? Where the hell was she? Questions spun in her mind but one more important than all the others, right at the forefront of her brain. She raised a paw experimentally - until she gave her surroundings a second look. <br><br>

Her eyes skimmed across to what looked like a very unwell llama. Or an alpaca. Or something vaguely like a sheep stretched out at both ends. It had its eyes closed and was utterly still. It had been behind Zelena, hidden from view for a moment or so until her eyes had gotten used to the dark. Even now she could barely see. It was some sort of herbivore, something that right now she didn't know the name of in her confused state. Did she look like an animal encyclopaedia? It wasn't a flattering description and the fact it looked dead didn't help things.<br><br>

Wait. Hang on. Suddenly a thought flashed white-hot through her mind. Had she killed something? Had she killed it, somehow? There was no 'somehow' about it. She had the teeth to do it, was more powerful physically with her canines than she was in her own body. It wouldn't be her first murder, either. But why couldn't she remember? Surely she would remember sinking her teeth into that? <br><br>

She rushed over - or tried to. Zelena's natural inclination was to scramble over, but with four paws it was difficult, like learning to walk all over again. Eventually she stumbled over. She got up close and looked down her long, quivering nose at the body with big brown eyes, right up by its face.<br><br>

What happened? <br><br>
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