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lilacmoon83 · 5 years

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Dreaming Out Loud

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Chapter 117: The Tower

"Wait...so you were looking for this golden flower, which can trap someone in a place, and encountered a princess in a tower with long hair?" Emma asked, as they ate, while Killian explained how Alice came to be. It was pretty obvious to all of them that Hook had definitely changed, though it wasn't too surprising. Parenthood was the one thing that could create such drastic change in a person. It was one of the few things that could become more important than anything, even revenge.

"Aye...why is that amusing?" he asked.

"It's just...was her name Rapunzel?" Emma asked. He looked surprised.

"Yes...or at least that's what she told me. How did you know that name?" he asked.

"Rapunzel...it's a pretty well known fairy tale," she replied.

"Ah that...well, somehow I doubt they got this one right either, because the next morning, Rapunzel was no more. In her place was a witch named Gothel and my child in her arms," he explained.

"That's quite an acceleration in pregnancy, but I guess we all know that magic can do just about anything," Persephone mentioned.

"Gothel is dangerous...I'm not sure I like the idea that she might come here after you. We have enough trouble with Queen Ravenna and her vendetta against our daughter," Hades said sternly.

"Papa Hades...we can't turn him away, especially if his child is in danger," Snow chided. He sighed.

"And I don't intend to, snowdrop...but Gothel is powerful and she hates humanity," Hades said.

"Wait...are you saying she isn't human?" David asked.

"She appears human, but she is really a part of a dead race of tree nymphs that were the first children of Mother Earth herself, Gaia," Persephone replied.

"Gaia was once benevolent and they lived in peace, secretly concealed away from an early race of humans. But she became very dissatisfied with humans and their mistreatment of the Earth. She and her eldest daughter, Gothel, grew very angry and bitter," he explained, as he paused for a beat.

She wanted them to pay, so with her husband Uranus...the Titans were born. But while the Titans raged against humans and nearly drove them to extinction, the Earth suffered their wrath as well. So when Uranus refused to stop his onslaught upon the Earth, Gaia implored her son Cronus to slay his father, which he did. In the process, Cronus and Rhea gave birth to the Olympians. I was their oldest son," Hades stated.

"Then you much of the rest of the story," Persephone added. He nodded.

"Yes...Zeus killed Cronus with Rhea's help to preserve humanity, but in the process, this world was stripped of its magic, thanks to Gothel. She fought us and nearly even toppled Zeus for control of Olympus. But he banished her to another realm. Before she was swept away, she cursed this land and took the magic with her," Hades explained. Realization dawned in Snow's eyes.

"That's why this land became the Land Without Magic," she said, putting it together. He nodded.

"Yes...exactly. Once Gothel was gone...Gaia was distraught and faded into the wind to become apart of the earth she once loved. The Olympians sealed the Titans away in Tartarus. Zeus was awarded control of the skies, Poseidon the seas, and me the Underworld," he continued.

"And now that the realms are United...this Mother Gothel is back?" David asked.

"My suspicion is that she resides in that magical forest that we don't know much about, as confirmed by the Captain," Persephone answered.

"I guess I did not realize the threat she was or that she could be that powerful. I had no idea she was descended from Mother Earth herself," Killian said.

"It's okay...we will not turn you and your daughter away from a better life. If Gothel is here, then it would not have mattered if you came here or not. In fact, it's better that we know of her now than let her lurk in the shadows and catch us by surprise," Persephone assured.

"I just can't believe she had a child for the soul purpose of getting free and just abandoned her," Snow said, as she cuddled her baby daughter close.

"Unfortunately...Gothel has no humanity. But if she comes here...she will meet an opposition unlike what she has faced in the past," Hades said, as he looked at Persephone.

"He's right...and I won't just banish her like Zeus did. That was the answer to problems he couldn't defeat or destroy," she added, as they watched Alice playing with Alexander nearby, while Tallie, Gideon, and Iris sat with their respective mothers.

"We wouldn't have known Gothel was free if not for you, Killian...so we owe you that. We can now make sure she doesn't get away with whatever she may be plotting," Persephone said.

"Now that she is free...you think she may try something?" Snow asked her mother.

"It wouldn't surprise me. But we'll be ready for her now that we know," Persephone answered, as the hour grew late and they soon returned home to their respective castles for the evening.

~*~

Queen Ravenna huffed in annoyance, as they disembarked from the small ocean liner. She hadn't dared to take one of the royal ships, as all those vessels had to formally log and record their voyages and she wanted this trip strictly off the books.

"I can't believe I had to be subjected to that...how disgusting," she complained, referring to the conditions on board the modest ship.

"It was a perfectly modernized cruise ship, Your Majesty," Frollo reminded.

"The silverware wasn't even real silver!" she complained and he rolled his eyes. The woman was beyond spoiled and ridiculous. He hated that he was enslaved to her and constantly had to put up with this kind of nonsense.

It wasn't hard to hire a carriage to take them from there. It seemed that this land, since they had not made contact with other realms, was still not modernized. It was all perfectly mysterious and though the driver had no inkling about the object they were seeking, Frollo's research told him it was east of the Harbor.

"It will be a few hours until we come to the place you described," the coachman called to them. Ravenna growled, as she looked out the window in boredom.

"You better be right about this," she hissed, as the carriage continued on its journey.

~*~

David opened the door to the loft and showed Hook in, as he carried one meager bag and his daughter in his arms.

"Are you sure, mate?" he asked. He nodded.

"The loft was and is a special place for us. It was our first home together with Emma, besides the dreamscape," he replied. They had struggled with the decision on whether or not to sell it in the last three years and decided not to. They had kept it furnished and hired someone to keep it clean until they could let go of it. But now that Hook had come back with his own family to raise, they knew why they had hung onto it for so long and Snow felt this exactly what the reformed pirate and his little girl needed.

"That's what I mean...this place has a lot of memories for you and your lot," Hook mentioned.

"It does...and we have been reluctant to let it go. I think we've been waiting for the right person and tonight, he came along," David said. Hook looked truly touched by that.

"This will be a good start for you and Alice," he said, as he handed him the keys.

"We'll take care of it and enjoy it, I promise you that," Killian assured. David nodded.

"Oh and since I'm sure you need a job, come by the castle tomorrow. I'm sure I have something," he said. Hook nodded.

"And Alice?" he asked. David smiled.

"I'm sure my parents will happily watch one more," David said, as he left them.

"Well starfish...welcome home," he said, as he ventured upstairs, only to find that the loft was ready for a little girl to live in and he was touched again. It seemed that Snow had arranged it all in a very short amount of time, though she was Queen and had the power to do such now.

"Papa look!" Alice called, as she pointed to the chess set on the table.

"Well, I suppose we have time for a game before bedtime," he said, as he carried her into the room.

~*~

Flashback

Three Years Ago

"Magic…" she growled, as they suddenly watched the entire palace disappear. Next, the clock tower disappeared, then Granny's, and everything on Main Street. The magic swept around them and when it was gone, there was nothing but woods around them, like there had never been a town there in the first place.

"What the hell just happened?" Channing asked. But even Circe had no answers. Storybrooke was gone, without a trace or explanation to offer. And with it, gone was her revenge, leaving her with nothing.

Strangely, just as quickly as the town had disappeared, it started to reappear again.

"What's happening now?" Channing asked, even more confused now, as they watched a bright cloud of magic sweep around them again. This time though, the clock tower reappeared, then Granny's, and everything on Main Street. The magic continued to rebuild the town with the Sheriff's station, the school, and the Toll bridge. Storybrooke was back.

"They're back," Circe observed, as Cronus' palace reappeared. It was as if they had never been gone, but she knew better. She had a feeling whatever had happened was going to have serious ramifications; to what extent, she did not know.

"Madam Circe...something is very different…" Channing called, as she saw what he was looking at. In her very long life, she had seen many things and not much surprised her anymore. But this did.

"By the Gods...what have they done?" she uttered, as there was a poof of magic and her father, Mushu, stood before her.

"Father…" she greeted evenly.

"You must leave here, my daughter," he implored.

"I'm not going anywhere...not until they pay and I destroy magic. If I can't have it...then neither can they," she hissed.

"You cannot win this. Zeus is dead and Persephone reigns supreme. Not even Cronus or the Chernabog will openly and directly challenge her," the dragon warned.

"It figures you would want me to run...it is what you do best," she snapped.

"Please, my dear daughter...they will imprison you if you do not leave and your mother has refused to help me hide you. I do not know how long I can keep them off your trail," Mushu warned.

"We will take our chances," Circe refuted.

~*~

It was the next day and business as usual resumed in the United Realms, which meant Emma and Neal resumed their daily duties at the Storybrooke Sheriff's station. But today, they were sequestered in the bug on a stakeout, because of a tip about suspicious activity at the cannery.

Emma sighed in boredom, as they were six hours in already and Neal returned with a tray of coffee and cocoa.

"Are you sure about that tip?" she asked, as she sipped at her cocoa.

"Yes...I'm sure. This is the hotspot, which makes sense. The cannery is close to the harbor," he replied. She sighed.

"I just...magical smuggling? Really?" she asked skeptically.

"Merida swears that there is a witch in her Kingdom that's fond out that selling her magical goods and items in the United Realms is even more profitable than when she was limited to Dunbroch," he replied.

"Yeah I get that...but why is she so hung up on finding this helm? And if we know this witch has it, then why don't we just go all swat team on her hovel in Dunbroch?" Emma asked. He looked at her skeptically.

"Because she's a witch and invading her turf just means we'd be dodging a bunch of magical traps I'm sure she has bugged all over the woods around her hut," he reminded. She couldn't argue with that.

"As for the helm...no idea what's so special about it other than it once belonged to her dad," he replied, as they saw movement out back of the building.

"Oh...here we go. There's the old hag now," Emma said, as they witnessed the old witch appear in a puff of smoke. But to their surprise, her customer was wearing the armor of a Knight and not just any armor.

"That's Camelot armor," Neal said.

"You think his King sent him?" Emma asked.

"My father does get quiet when Arthur is mentioned," Neal replied, which they both found peculiar.

"There it is...the helm!" Emma hissed, as they slowly got out of the car.

"Yeah...there's something else in her hand too," Neal replied, as he used his binoculars.

"Can you tell what?" she asked.

"No...it's a vial of some sort," he replied.

"Well, the helm is stolen so that's good enough. Let's move in," she said, as he pulled his sword and she moved in with her gun.

~*~

"Just give them to me, you old hag," Sir Percival hissed.

"Mind your tongue boy...or I'll relieve you of," the witch warned in her thick accent.

"Listen...you will get your payment when I get the items I require," he said.

"You mean that your King requires," she said, as she held them up.

"The magical helm of King Fergus and this…" she hissed, as she held up the vial of glittery red sand.

"Say those words, witch and I will cut out your tongue," he warned.

"No one is cutting out anyone's tongues. Hands up," Emma ordered.

"This is none of your concern, Sheriff," Percival hissed.

"This is Storybrooke, so it's exactly our business. Hands up," she ordered. But Percival lashed out with his blade and Neal stepped in to duel him.

"Hands up witch," Emma warned, but the old hag smirked and launched a blast of magic at her. Emma dodged and countered with her own.

"Ahh...the magic of the Savior. How exhilarating! But I have been practicing magic long before you were born...long before your parents were born even," she boasted, as she volleyed magical blasts at her. But Emma countered with one big one and broke through her defenses.

"Give the advantage to youth then," she quipped, as she placed a pair of magical dampening cuffs on her and picked up the helm, along with the small vial of red, glittering dust.

"What is this?" she asked, as Neal brought back a cuffed and disarmed Percival, who gave the witch a hard glare.

"I have no idea," the witch feigned ignorance.

"Yeah right...but it doesn't matter. I'm pretty sure my grandmother and step-grandfather will know what it is," she said.

"And if for some reason they don't, my dad probably will," Neal added, as they put their prisoners in the back of the bug, before getting in and taking back to the station.

~*~

After several hours, they finally came upon the garden that Frollo was looking for and it happened to be at the foot of an old tower.

"This is it...this is where the map the cauldron provided showed," he said, as they got out of the carriage.

"It better be...I'm tired of waiting!" Ravenna complained, as she stomped into the garden.

"You have about as much finesse as a raging bull," Frollo commented. She turned and glared at him, as she extracted a pouched from her dress pocket. It glowed red, reminding him once again that she held the only object that could control him. Not that he needed reminding.

"Watch your tongue and find this flower you keep telling me about," she ordered.

"May I ask how you plan to use it against your enemy?" he requested. She smirked.

"Shouldn't that be obvious? I plan to use it to trap Snow White in some incredibly horrible place. I don't know where yet...perhaps Bald Mountain. Wouldn't that be poetic? I could trap her in the place her parents created to trap you," Ravenna answered.

"An interesting plan, but you don't think the heroes will find someone less desirable to take Snow White's place and rescue her from your captivity?" he questioned.

"You're going to figure that part out for me," she snapped and he rolled his eyes.

"Of course I am…" he muttered, as he didn't notice the vine slither out and wrap around his leg. He cried out and quickly took his monstrous form and snapped the vine. Ravenna watched with trepidation, as the vines slowly gathered and formed a cocoon of sorts. It glowed briefly and became the shape of a woman that soon revealed herself.

"Easy there beastie…" the woman with blonde matted hair cooed.

"Who are you?" Ravenna demanded to know. The woman smirked.

"I am the answer to your revenge…" she said softly.

"Are you the keeper of this garden?" Ravenna questioned.

"I am…" she answered.

"Then you have the golden flower I need," the Queen said.

"I do...but the flower isn't what you want," she responded. Ravenna frowned.

"And why not?" she demanded to know.

"The flower will hold your enemies for a time, but inevitably she will escape. However, I can offer you a solution to your Snow White problem if you help me," she tempted.

"And just who are you?" Frollo questioned, as he took his human form again.

"Mmm...you have been bonded to the black God and you possess Prometheus' flame," the woman surmised.

"How do you know that?" Ravenna questioned.

"Because I was there when the Titans were born. In a way, we are related, Chernabog. We have the same mother," she revealed.

"Gaia was your mother?" Frollo asked. She nodded.

"I was her first born, during the times of peace on this planet, long before she had the need to breed the Titans. But we all fell to those deceitful, treacherous Olympians," she replied.

"I am Gothel…" she revealed.

"You would help me get revenge on Snow White?" Ravenna questioned. She nodded.

"If you free me from the confines of this place. I cannot go beyond this tower or this garden thanks to those golden flowers you seek," she responded.

"Then we need someone to take your place," Frollo surmised.

"Correct," Gothel confirmed.

"But why help us? What could you have against my wretched former step-daughter?" Ravenna questioned.

"You mean what do I have against Demeter's beloved granddaughter? Hades' adored step-daughter? Persephone's perfect little snowdrop?" Gothel questioned. Frollo smirked.

"Of course...Persephone sits on the Throne that should be rightfully yours as Gaia's first born," he said.

"What is your plan for her?" Ravenna asked eagerly. Gothel smirked and a vial of potion appeared in her hand.

"If Snow White ingests this poison...it will cripple her heart. It will ruin it beyond repair. Not even her mother can revive her from this," Gothel revealed. Ravenna's eyes gleamed with an evil glint and desire.

"You're sure?" she asked with bated breath.

"Quite," Gothel replied.

"And true love's kiss? It cannot save her either?" Ravenna questioned.

"Not even true love's kiss can overcome this poison. It's the last of my mother's own concoction. She planned to use it on Zeus...but she died before she could. Then I was saving it for a pirate...but I feel it is better used on that demi-Goddess spawn," Gothel responded.

"And any soul to take your place in that tower will do?" Ravenna questioned. Gothel smirked.

"Absolutely," she replied. Ravenna looked at Frollo and the Promethean flame glowed.

"Find me some little waif to trap in that tower," she ordered. He sighed and transformed back into his monster form, as he flew off to do her bidding.

"So, as soon as you are free...I can have that potion?" she questioned. Gothel smirked.

"I cannot reveal my presence too soon. Persephone and Hades will suspect me now that a certain pirate has absconded to Storybrooke. But the potion is yours if I can hide...or rather grow in your garden," Gothel answered.

"Done," Ravenna agreed, as their devious deal was made...

~*~

Flashback

Three years ago

Circe ran toward the Harbor at Longbourne. Her father had been right and in the weeks that followed the reappearance of Storybrooke and subsequently, the United Realms, newly minted Supreme Sheriff and King David made it his personal mission to arrest her and all her followers. She had hoped for sanctuary in Cronus' Kingdom, but he had chosen to shun her in an attempt to make it seem like he was conforming to Persephone's rule. She knew better, but for whatever reason, she no longer fit into his plans and she was on her own. Not even her traitor of a mother, Hecate, would support her and she soon realized, begrudgingly, that she should have listened to her father.

"End of the line, Circe…" David called, as he and his Knights, including Lancelot, cornered her.

"You really think I'm letting some insignificant mortal like yourself take me down?" she challenged, as she fired several plasma blasts at his Knights. One was hit, while the others dodged. She cackled, as the Knight that had been hit was now struggling to stay alive and she fired her blasts at David. But she became truly shocked when he swatted her blasts away harmlessly, as the steel of his blade blocked and absorbed her blasts effortlessly.

"How...is that possible?" she questioned in disbelief. David smirked.

"Hephaestus reforged my blade. It has a few added advantages and strengths now. Hades was specific in the modifications and your weapons are useless against mine," David replied. She seethed. So that was how he and his Knights had easily captured and arrested all her followers. She growled and fired at him wildly, as he advanced on her, blocking every blast, until she was unwillingly disarmed. Lancelot cuffed her and Hades appeared, looking at her with a smug smirk.

"You really think this is over?" she questioned.

"All your lackeys, including Calypso and your blind sheep are behind bars and you're about to join them. I'd say over is an understatement," he retorted.

"If you think that we're all that there is to this...you're sadly mistaken. This isn't over...not by a long shot," Circe warned. But Hades didn't seem concerned.

"Whoever you still have out in the Land Without Magic can't get to us here and we have no plans to venture out there," he said. But Circe's face was marred with a smirk.

"I've waited centuries for my revenge...a few more years is nothing. You'll soon know how wrong you are," she hissed under her breath.

~*~

The United Realms prison was actually a very humane place. They had three meals a day, visitation twice a week, and even a bit of free time outside. But Circe and her followers didn't really get visitors these days, with the exception of an occasional call from her father. Upon her capture, Mushu had escaped the United Realms and faded into the obscurity of the Land Without Magic. And only Circe truly knew the reason why.

Her father, dissatisfied with the rule of the Gods, had taken up her leadership of what remained of the Home Office. Unfortunately, there was some opposition they were facing outside Storybrooke and he had not been able to regain access to the United Realms as a result. But Circe continued to wait patiently. She and her father both were very good at playing the long game and she wholeheartedly believed that someday, she would be free and wage war on Olympus, as well as all the Kingdoms. She would rule or she vowed to die trying.

#Snowing #SnowxCharming #Charming family #Swanfire #Rumbelle #KnightRook #HadesXPersephone #Greek Mythology meets fairy tales #The United Realms #romance #adventure #family #dreaming out loud

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It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester- Part 1

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,907

Warnings: typical supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

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Just because you were a witch, didn’t mean you were a bad person. Every witch case you and the brothers came across were always the same. Some messed-up woman wanted revenge on a friend, boyfriend, or even a whole town. Having powers was definitely something you could get used to, but you could never think about using them to hurt someone else.

Seeing this case in the newspaper really put a damper on things because you wanted to believe that you were a good person. Were you just going to end up like every other witch and go stir-crazy? What did the future have in store for you?

“How many razor blades did they find?” Sam asked the grieving woman. Her husband, Luke Wallace, died by razor blades. Dean had suspicion that a witch was involved based on the nature of it. That is why they were talking to the woman and you were finding the hex bag—if there was any to be found.

“Two on the floor,” she answered with tears nearly coming, “one in his stomach, and one was stuck in his throat. He swallowed four of them. How is that even possible?” Looking at the oven, you peeked around it to see if there might have been a hex bag, and unfortunately, Mrs. Wallace saw you. “The candy was never near the oven.”

“We just have to be thorough, Mrs. Wallace,” you assured her.

“Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?” Sam asked, trying to keep her attention away from you. Getting on your knees, you checked underneath the oven when you spotted a hex bag-shaped item. Bingo.

“No, I mean, I don’t think so. I just—I can’t believe it. You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?”

“More than you might imagine,” Sam sighed. Reaching for the bag, you pulled it out from under the oven before standing up. Holding up the hex bag behind Mrs. Wallace, you showed the brothers that this was indeed a witch case.

“Mrs. Wallace did Luke have any enemies?” Sam asked with a sigh.

“Enemies?”

“Anyone who might have held a grudge against him?”

“What do you mean?”

“Co-workers? Neighbors? Maybe a woman?” Dean asked. Mrs. Wallace suddenly got what Dean insinuated and became offended.

“Are you suggesting an affair?”

“Is it possible?” you asked, putting the bag in your pocket before approaching the brothers.

“No! No, Luke would never—”

“I’m very sorry. We just have to consider all possibilities,” Sam interrupted her.

“If someone wanted to kill my husband, don’t you think they’d find a better way than a razor in a piece of candy he might eat?” she asked, making you look at the brothers.

“If you have any more information, please don’t hesitate to call. You have our number,” you said to her, trying to get away to talk about the hex bag you found.

“Okay,” she sniffled. She escorted everyone out, giving you three time to talk.

“Okay, where to start?” you asked, pulling out the hex bag and giving it to Sam.

“I can look into this hex bag. You two find out why someone wanted Luke dead,” Sam took charge, telling everyone exactly their parts. Now that you knew yours, it was only a matter of time.

All the time you spent trying to figure out why Luke was killed was wasted since you and Dean never found anything. Hopefully, Sam had a lot more luck than you two did. As Dean pulled up to the motel room, he took out yet another piece of candy before popping it in his mouth.

“Really? Another one? Even after we found razor blades?” you asked as you got out.

“It’s Halloween,” he shrugged. Shaking your head, you walked into the room where Sam was at the table, the contents of the hex bag all over it. Dean set his keys on the table along with a bunch of candy wrappers.

“Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?”

“That’s what I said.”

“It’s Halloween, man,” Dean said before taking a seat at the table. Pulling a chair over to them, you sat between them to check it out. “Don’t be a downer. Anything interesting?”

“Well, we’re on a witch hunt, that’s for sure, but this isn’t your typical hex bag,” Sam explained, showing you what was inside it. One the table was a silver piece the size of a coin, something small and charred in addition to an organic dried up flower.

“What are these?” you asked.

“Goldthread,” Sam picked up the dried-up flower, “an herb that’s been extinct for two hundred years. And this silver coin is Celtic, and I don’t mean some new age knock-off. It looks like the real deal, like 600 years old real.”

“What is this?” you asked, picking up the small charred item.

“That is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby.”

“Gross,” Dean shuddered while you just shrugged.

“It’s sad,” you frowned, placing it back on the table.

“It’s at least a hundred years old,” Sam informed you.

“Oh, right, like that makes it better? Witches, man, they’re so fucking skeevy,” Dean shivered. Suddenly, a wave of guilt and sadness washed over you. It’s not like you asked to be a witch.

“Yeah, I guess,” you shrugged.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” Dean tried to take back what he said, but you waved him off.

“It’s fine. Sam, what else did you find?”

“Well, it takes a pretty powerful witch to put a bag like this together. More juice than we’ve ever dealt with, that’s for sure. What about you two? Find anything on the victim?”

“Luke was so vanilla, he makes vanilla seem spicy,” you answered for Dean, trying to get your mind off the fact that you were a witch. Dean felt really bad and knew he would have to make up for it later. “I can’t find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead.”

“Let’s hope we figure it out before someone else in this town dies,” Sam sighed as he leaned back in his chair.

Speaking of other people dying, later that night, you heard of someone else dying in a mysterious way. It happened at a college party, and a girl named Jenny had drowned while bobbing for apples. As much as you hated it, this death screamed witch to you. As the three of you entered the crime scene, you put a hand on Sam and Dean’s chest to stop them.

“I’ll go look for the hex bag. Just keep them busy,” you said before walking to the other side of the room where the couches were. If you anything about hex bags, you knew that witches loved to hide them in places where they couldn’t be found. It’s mainly because they wanted to get away with the death and by the time someone found it, they wouldn’t relate it back to the death.

Getting on your knees, you peeked over at Sam and Dean to see them talking to a blonde girl who looked like she had been crying.

“Your friend didn’t happen to know a man named Luke Wallace?” Dean asked, holding out his badge for the girl to see.

“Who’s Luke Wallace?”

“He died yesterday.”

“I don’t know who that is,” the girl sighed. Reaching your hand into the cushions, you felt around for something unusual until you found it. Grabbing it, you pulled out another hex bag. Sighing deeply, you turned to the brothers before holding up the bag. No one else seemed to be paying attention to you which was good. Once the brothers saw the bag in your hand, they knew they needed to wrap this up as soon as possible. It was time to hit the books again.

Once again, Sam was checking out the contents of the bag while you and Dean did research on the newest victim, Jenny, but she was cleaner than Luke. There was no dirt on these two people, which got you frustrated because why was a witch killing them?

“Sam, there is nothing on these victims. They are both squeaky clean. There is no reason for a wicked bitch payback,” you groaned, rubbing your temples to ease the slight headache. Sam, who had been reading a book about the contents, suddenly sat up as if he had an idea.

“Maybe cause it’s not about that.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, getting up and joining him on the bed where he was.

“Maybe this witch isn’t working the grudge, maybe they’re working a spell. Check this out. Three blood sacrifices over three days, the last before midnight on the final day of the final harvest. Celtic Calendar, the final day of the final harvest is October 31st.”

“Halloween,” Dean stated.

“Exactly.”

“What exactly are the blood sacrifices for?” you wondered.

“Uh, if I’m right, this witch is summoning a demon, and not just any demon—Samhain.”

“Am I supposed to be impressed?” Dean asked, something he said when he didn’t understand what Sam was talking about.

“Dean, Samhain is the damn origin of Halloween. The Celts believe that October 31st was the one night of the year when the veil was the thinnest between the living and the dead, and it was Samhain’s night. I mean, masks were put on to hide from him, sweets left on doorsteps to appease him, and faces carved into pumpkins to worship him. He was exorcised centuries ago.”

“So even though Samhain took a trip downstairs, the tradition stuck.”

“Only now instead of demons and blood orgies Halloween is all about kids, candy and costumes,” you put the pieces together.

“Okay, so some witch wants to raise Samhain and take back the night?” Dean asked.

“Dean, this is serious,” Sam sighed.

“I am serious.”

“We’re talking heavyweight witchcraft. This ritual can only be performed every six hundred years.”

“And the six hundred year marker rolls around, I’m assuming tonight or tomorrow night?” you asked.

“Yeah.” Sighing, you looked at the book before settling your eyes on a picture of the demon on a heap of bodies while holding a head in his hand.

“It sure is a lot of death and destruction for one demon,” you commented.

“That’s because he likes company. Once he's raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own, i.e., dark, evil shit and lots of it. I mean, they follow him around like the fucking Pied Piper.”

“So, we’re talking ghosts?” Dean asked and Sam nodded. “Zombies?” Another nod. “Leprechauns?”

“Dean,” Sam sighed.

“Those little dudes are scary. Small hands.”

“Look, it just starts with ghosts and ghouls, this sucker keeps on going, by night's end, we are talking every awful thing we have ever seen. Everything we fight, all in one place.”

“Shit, it’s going to be a slaughterhouse,” you gasped softly.

“Not unless we can stop it before it ever gets started. We have to figure out who the witch it. One of us needs to stakeout the Wallace’s place while one of us takes the research,” Sam declared.

“There is no way in hell I am doing that research. You two have fun with that. I’ll be on babysitting duty,” Dean said.

“Fine, first thing in the morning we’ll get started,” you said with a yawn, ready for an uncomfortable night’s sleep.

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Raven’s Return (Phillip/Raven) ✦

Raven stared at her hands, a voice in her head repeating the same words over and over again. “It’s time… it’s time… it’s time…”

She took a deep breath, watched as dull flames floated above her palms, and then clenched her fists to smother the fire. She dug her nails deep into the skin of her hands, waited, and then released, looking at the marks that she had made.

It had been a long year – a year full of loneliness and pain, but also one overflowing with self reflection and patience and care.

She thought of the year that passed.

“I’m going away.” She had brought up the idea suddenly to Phillip, blurting it out at the first opportunity she had. She saw the look of confusion on his face, so she continued before he had the chance to speak. “Phillip, I’m… I spent a lot of my life living alone and taking care of myself, and as much as I love you and care about you, I need some time to...”

Raven had not really thought about how that would probably sound to him, and she instantly regretted her choice of words. She could not fault him for thinking that she was breaking up with him, but that could not be farther from the truth. She was taking this break to better herself and to better their time together. For so long, Phillip had talked about their future, about getting married and having children and growing old. But there was so much about Raven that was a mystery. Could she cope living a life where she was constantly beside another person? Could she be a mother when she never had a mother of her own? Could she even conceive children, given the body that she had? Would she age like Phillip, or would she be left alone after a lifetime of companionship? Even worse, would her body fail her earlier than anyone could have expected? All of these questions had been rushing through her mind, repeating, repeating, repeating.

Phillip was angry, rightfully so, and she tried her best to rephrase and reassure him that she would be back, but damage had already been done. “No… Phillip, I… I’ll come back. I’m coming back,” she stuttered over her words, panicking as tears welled up in her eyes. “I just need to go away… not away from you; away from Sharance. Away from everything I know. I need to understand who I am before… before I…” Her words drifted and she looked away from Phillip. She looked at Rose, who was playing in the grass and sniffing all the plants and flowers and grew on Phillip’s farm.

Raven took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then opened them, forcing a smile. “Will you take care of her? Of Rose, I mean.” Another breath. “As a promise that I’ll be back. A year… at most.” She winced at her own words. A year was a long time, and she could not fault him for moving on from her in that time. She honestly felt doubtful that he would wait. “I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, but I’ll come back. I promise.”

They talked for a little while longer, and Raven’s memory of the moment faded and she thought of the weeks after she had left.

At first it felt liberating. A creature of the wild, Raven felt at home in the forest, among her fellow monsters. She slept outside and lived like she had so many years ago. She felt like a child again, when she was alone and dependent on nobody but herself. She recalled all those years after she had first settled in Sharance, when she would disappear into the forest, sometimes for days, and live comfortable in the wilderness. But she would return; she would always return.

Then the loneliness set in. However, she knew her journey was not over, so she found civilization again. Raven stayed in a large town that was much larger and much busier than Sharance. She rented a small apartment and made a meager amount of money by sending jewellery back to Gaius at the shop. An indefinite amount of time was a long time for her father-figure to spend running the shop on his own, especially without the extra income that came from Raven’s accessories. She did not really interact with any of the citizens of the town, and she blended into the crowd.

However, Raven had come to this town with a purpose in mind. One of the defining features of the town was a massive library. The library was an old church that had once belonged to a religion that was all but forgotten. Now, the massive interior was overflowing with thousands and thousands of books. She spent days among the literature, searching for any sort of answers that would help her to better understand herself, her body, her curse.

She must have read nearly a hundred books on curses and monsters and magic before she finally found an answer she was looking for.

FILED UNDER: Curses TITLE: Transmutation Magic SUBSECTION: The Forbidden Phoenix CHAPTER: Lost to Time

One paragraph read as follows:

When man craved the power of the gods, they cursed their families. Passed on from generation to generation, this spell is irreversible, supposedly as a punishment for misusing the powerful magic that had been granted to so few. The spell can skip generations, or it may only be passed on to a portion of the monster’s children. As a result, the descendants of these mages have long since gone extinct. The spell had been forbidden, and ultimately, lost to time.

The rest of the chapter was informative, but she had finally found what she was looking for. After a lifetime of research, those 80 words answered so many of the questions she had always had. She spent weeks mulling over this information, reading over the same sentences over and over again. Acting out in rage in her room, spending the small amount of money she had on alcohol to drown out the pain, and crying until she was choking on her own tears. It took time to accept, but she could not give up as there was still one more important part of her journey, and she refused to allow this knowledge stop her from finishing what she had started.

During her stay in such a large town, she saw countless families with their small children held closely to their chests or toddling along beside them. She thought of being a mother, even with this new information so pertinent in her mind.

Finally, one day she sent a letter to Gaius, containing the few rings he had requested, along with a brief message (normally her packages contained nothing but jewellery, as she wanted to minimize contact with her old life as much as possible). I’m moving. Don’t send anymore letters to this address. I’ll send again once I have settled in to my new home.

And then she was off.

Her final destination was far, but she finally reached it, grateful that her wings could help her travel so quickly. On the outskirts of a small town, there was a large, isolated building. She went inside.

The main room was a circle with nothing but a few chairs and a desk. On either side of the circle there were doors leading to different parts of the building. The door on the right said “OFF LIMITS” in big, dark letters. A dwarf woman sat at the front desk, obviously startled by Raven’s sudden appearance.

Raven had to make a case for herself. The building was an orphanage, and she wanted to volunteer at the old, dilapidated building.

The only child Raven had been around since she was very young was Monica, but Monica had grown up, and Raven needed to understand herself better. She needed to know if she was patient enough to be a mother. She needed to know if she even had a single motherly bone in her body.

The dwarven woman had given in, believing Raven’s story that she had been adopted from a young age and just wanted to give back to the system that had saved her (all lies). She spent the next several months among the dozens of children that the orphanage cared for. Some children were young and full of energy, while others had been there for years and had regressed into something that was so similar to what Raven was like when she was a child.

She sent a message to Gaius, telling her where she was, and that she might not have as much time to work on the jewellery, but she would still try to send as many pieces as possible (the children, as it turned out, loved watching her work and many even insisted that they help her to the best of their abilities). Along with that message, she sent her first letter to Phillip, though she decided against leaving a return address. Just be patient for a few more months. I miss you. That was all the letter had said.

At first Raven was hesitant around the children, but all of them warmed up to her so quickly that she felt her heart open up immediately. She loved them. She loved every single one of them, though one particular child stood out. The child was mute, but Raven understood her regardless. They bonded, the child was adopted, and it seemed like that was Raven’s sign that it was time for her to leave.

During her stay at the orphanage, Raven forgot about her old life. She forgot about all the uncertainties she had, and she forgot about all the fear she had felt.

She knew who she was.

The trip home took a long time, and Raven relished in her final days living among the wilderness, but she was also ready to go home. Once she finally reached Sharance, she spent a little over a week settling in before she finally made the trip to go visit Phillip.

Raven had no idea that Konohana was having a bazaar that day, so she was surprised when she saw the small town so loud and crowded. But she pushed through the crowd and found him. There he was, talking to two girls that she recognized as being citizens of the small town, though she had only ever spoken to them in passing. She stared at him, her face blank, afraid, unsure of what she should say or do.

She waited, as if the last year had not been long enough to wait for this moment.

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