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➪𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑒𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛

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➪𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠
𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑒𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔
𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛.
-𝐹𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑔
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—Y/n's POV—

Ares and I ran to the Sheriff's office, when we entered, we could see the desk flipped over, papers scattered, but what was most worrisome, was Regina panting on the ground of the cell.

"What the hell was that thing?" Emma asked, running to help Regina up. What just happened? What trouble did we just come into.

"A Wraith!" Regina shouted breathlessly.

"What's a Wraith?" Ares quizzed.

"A soul sucker." Regina answered, still panting.

"Well what the hell was it doing in Storybrooke?" I questioned, jointing the conversation.

"Did I..."

"Kill it?" Regina cut Mary Margaret off. "No, it's regenerating. It'll be back." Everyone sent each other worried glances, Ares looked terrified.

"It doesn't stop until it devours its prey. Which would be you, Regina." I explained so the Evil Queen could catch her breath.

"So how do we kill it?" Emma spoke.

"You can't kill something that's already dead." I inquired.

"Then we have a problem." Ares said.

"No we don't." David interrupted "Regina does."

"What?" Regina scoffed.

"David? You want to let her die?" Emma asked.

"Why not? Then it goes away, then we're safe."

"It's quite the example you're setting for your daughter, there." Regina sassed.

"No. You don't get to judge us!" David snapped, pointing at Regina threateningly.

"Let me ask you something, where do you think that thing came from? Gold."

"I made a promise to Henry." Emma said. As they continued to argue, I pondered the Wraith. Obviously we couldn't kill it. It's impossible. We can capture Gold but that wouldn't do much about the soul sucker. But then I got thinking. Regina said the Enchanted Forest was gone. So what if we sent it somewhere that didn't exist... Oblivion.

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