Mother Superior had a secret. There was a truth that she had held dear that she wasn’t able to be a mother. She envied and pitied her sister. Motherhood wasn’t meant for them while Fauna had suffered and lost their own child. Pain and suffering marked the Three Good Fairies as they lived their lives, grew older, and took on more duties. Fauna kept to the beasts. From the mighty to the smallest, came the mantle of wintertime. But Fauna was happy...and so came someone to share the duties with springtime.
Happy. They were all happy. Flora had the trickster to care for her and love her. He kept her heart from pain when the storms raged and she quietly fought against injustice.
Merryweather’s path was lonely. She had someone. Someone who begged to be her guiding light, but he had faded for a time. She was lost and broken, but with the mantle of The Blue Lady and Rheul Gorm, she had to be strong for the children in the world.
She had to send out a tiny light without her. So came that broken feeling, just like her family. Born of laughter and magical wind, they all shared the same sorrow. Yet not anymore. The curse was over. They could all reclaim what was lost...
It was just like the ancient healing incantation. She too, had found that laughter could still fracture in a way... A special and beautiful way...
But they were things that couldn’t be. The curse saw to that and Ray was...gone. Dead. He had disappeared so well, he might as well have been dead. So the tiny little light was named Raven. No fairy’s magic could keep Raven safe and no protection could preserve the memory. Upon the chaos, she could remember and it ached in her. How could she say something now after so long? Better yet, Ray had kept himself alive. They could be all she wanted for her darling little star...
There would be no navy and silver cross today. Mother Superior was taking to the streets of Storybrooke as Evangeline. The clothes were simple, comfortable, and perhaps a bit frumpy as she stopped into Granny’s diner to have a cup of tea for a bit of courage. She held the cup in her hands as the petite fairy kept herself at the counter, trying desperately not to draw attention to herself and her anxiety. Today she’d find Raven... And she’d hope somehow she could explain everything she sorely needed to give to her child. For someone who had given the world to so many, it was time for her to answer to her own very lost child.
