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Nora Weis

The Evil Queen

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a character in “Storybook: A Grimm World”, as played by phosphene

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"When she breaks the tender peel, to taste the apple in my hand, her breath will still, her blood congeal, then I'll be fairest in the land!"

In a world ruled by the fickle desires of temperamental men, a woman's beauty was her only currency. She had to be twice as bloodthirsty to stay in control; especially if she wasn't fortunate enough to have secured an heir. A dead husband and a gorgeous stepdaughter are not the winning formula for remaining on the throne. History has never properly awarded women with ambitions.

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§ . n a m e . Nora Weiss

§ . m o n i k e r ( s ) . n/a

§ . g e n d e r . cisfemale

§ . a g e . twenty-eight

§ . s e x u a lx o r i e n t a t i o n . heterosexual

§ . o r i g i n . The Enchanted Kingdoms (Evil Queen)/Essex (Nora)

§ . r e l a t i o n s h i pxs t a t u s . single

§ . o c c u p a t i o n . vice-principal


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§ . e y e s . icy blue

§ . h a i r . deep brown

§ . h e i g h t . 5'7"

§ . w e i g h t . 135

§ . p h y s i q u e . thin

§ . s c a r s . nothing particularly noteworthy.

§ . d e s c r i p t i o n . Nora loves finery: she has that old money elegance about her: she always looks put-together, nice, and- ultimately- beautiful. She isn't caught out of the house without her hair and makeup done, so if she doesn't come to the door when you stop by, don't take it too personally. She prefers classic, timeless fashions over anything trendy. Pencil skirts, black slacks, nice blouses. She spends a lot of time and money caring for her skin, as well. Perfection isn't cheap.


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§ . d e m e a n o r . curt and calculating

§ . f e a r s . she's most afraid of being replaced, forgotten, cast aside.

§ . p e r s o n a l i t y . Nora is strong, prideful, direct. She’s what happens when you tell a little girl she’s worth nothing more than what she can bring to a marriage, and she decides to prove you wrong out of spite. She has a coldness to her, as if she’s deciding how much of her time every person she encounters is worth. She’s not afraid to speak her mind; she feels she’s earned that right. She’ll tell someone to their face if they aren’t worth her time. At her core, Nora is deeply insecure. A lifetime of being told you’re only as good as your looks will do that to you. She’s been known to be petty to those who are better than her at something, and downright ruthless to anyone she feels truly threatened by. However, she isn’t a bad person, just perhaps a little too blunt, too honest, too ambitious. She isn’t afraid to do what it takes to get ahead. She wants to succeed, above all. A little intense, really.

The Queen, though? That’s a different story. That’s the story of a girl who was scorned, hated, abused, and beaten until she was the perfect model of what any man would want. There was a time when all she wanted was to be happy; but life took that from her, so she decided that what she wanted was the world. She’s petty, jealous, and angry to the core. The power went straight to her head, and she liked it, and she grew to quickly resent anyone who dared question her. While not bloodthirsty, she doesn’t tolerate being questioned, disobeyed, or otherwise disrespected.

She’s not charismatic. She doesn’t care about being loved, or feared: only respected. She is powerful, she is worthy, she is in charge. No one ahead of her. No one above her. No one in front of her. She is deeply insecure, and will squash any opposition the moment it comes to her ear. She hasn’t the time or patience to deal with it.



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§ . s t r e n g t h s . potions, ambition, drive to succeed

§ . w e a k n e s s . temper, can lack foresight

§ . p h y s i c a lx c o n d i t i o n i n g . not particularly physically strong; she prefers not to physically fight if she can help it.

§ . potions . she excels in potion work, knowing some more common combinations by heart.

§ . poisons . poison is, perhaps, her favorite way to deal with someone when no one wants to get their hands dirty. She especially loves to imbue otherwise harmless items with poisons.

§ . disguises . she's not above playing dirty: with a little potion work and a clever disguise, she can look very different, if she wants to. Typically, these disguises are pretty surface-level. It's easy to make yourself look younger, or older, or maybe give yourself a new hair color. Deeper changes are more difficult, take more time, are maybe impossible. She relies a lot on clever makeup tricks and costume changes, because to become someone totally different is no simple task.


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Long before she was the queen, she was just another little noble girl. Her mother was a witch, her father was unaware. He really only paid attention to his wife when he wanted someone to warm his bed, and only looked at his daughter to tell her how disappointed he was that she'd had the nerve to be female. It was a lonely life: her mother made sure not to bear another child for her cruel husband, so all of her father's anger was consistently directed at her. She was a great beauty, though, and everyone remarked that she could secure a good marriage for herself. As if that was all she was worth.

She was very young when the king's wife died, and his advisors thought a beautiful young woman would ease the man's troubled heart. Eleanor was lucky enough to be a young, beautiful woman, and noble enough to get the attention of the king and his men. They wed, and all seemed to be well. For the first time, she was away from the harsh life her parents had made for her (though, truthfully, being queen was not much better). She was still largely powerless, however. Victim to her husband's whims, when he decided to look her way. The king wasn't cruel, however, and Eleanor largely lived her life in peace. She had the finest clothes, plenty of time to herself, and a space she dedicated to practicing her magics. Really, what more could she want?

When her stepdaughter was young, Eleanor never minded her; she was a cute girl, smart enough. She never paid the kid much mind: she wasn't there to play mommy, the kid had wet nurses and servants for that. As the girl grew older, however, she became more beautiful. Eleanor might never have noticed if not for her mirror so helpfully telling her that the young woman was more beautiful. The girl was soon to be married, and the realization that she'd failed to give the king a son of his own weighed heavy on her. It wasn't about vanity, really. The queen was afraid, and unwilling to relinquish her power; not then. Not ever. She cooked up a plot to kill the girl. If Snow White was dead, there would be no young price to come and boot her out.

At first she'd trusted one of her own servants to take care of the problem, but when it quickly became apparent that no one else could stand the thought of killing the girl, the queen knew that she would have to do it herself.

It wasn't a complicated plot, though it still involved a disguise: lacing up a new bodice too tight? Didn't work out. The queen was sure the girl would die, but it wasn't long before she was informed that Snow White was, indeed, still alive. For plan b, the queen decided to use poison. A poison hair comb, too beautiful to resist. Her stepdaughter wasn't the brightest girl (far too sheltered), so she accepted it. However, Snow White yet again survived, and she began to question her methods. If the girl ingested the poison, surely it would work. So she created it; the most beautiful, more delicious, and most deadly apple she could. As far as she knew, it had worked perfectly. Until she'd received an invitation to Snow White's upcoming wedding.

In Essex, she's as ambitious as ever; she's working on building the life she wanted, with no one's help. She had the drive and the will to make it happen, and here she is. Really, she leads a mostly quiet life; though she tends to be more antagonistic than some people think she needs to be, especially where there are issues that effect her.



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So begins...

Nora Weis's Story

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~ Once Upon A Time ~
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It would seem, that in the Realm of Enchantment, there are heroes and there are villains. At least, that's what we were all told anyway. The truth is this - we don't know their real stories. We don't know why the villains became the bad characters we know and the heroes the pinnacle of goodness. The Realm of Enchantment is not truly painted in black and white in the way that the books and movies would tell us. In this world, one would be surprised to find out that not all things are as we were told...

The Enchanted Realm is in chaos. Villains are sick of the world they live in where the "heroes" are free to live their lives and all others are condemned. They want their freedom, too. They have been wronged and their pasts have been twisted beyond belief. They do have a purpose in life. They have a will to live. The desire, most of all, their very own happy ending. However, with the heroes standing in their way at every turn, they have come to only one conclusion - the good guys would have to die.

Jafar was one of these villains. He had the most powerful weapon in all of the Enchanted Realm at his greedy fingertips; the omnipotent Genie. With the help of so many other misunderstood characters wallowing on their seeming unhappy-ever-afters, a plan to bring death to all of the Realm's "heroes" was conceived. As others across the Realm heard news of this dark plan, they began to try to figure out how to stop it.

However, they could not stop Jafar. In their finals moments, the heroes that knew death was coming clung to the most powerful white magic in all the Realm - hope. It was this hope that, when Jafar's magic swept across the Realm, kept their physical bodies alive and thrust them through a rift between Enchantment and the real world. The rift created a town out of nothing called Storybook, Connecticut - known to the real world as Essex. The people that enter can't ever seem to leave, and it doesn't exist on any map.

Jafar was not happy that his plan did not work exactly, but upon discovering that they were in a new place, he had the Genie erase everyone's memories and give them new lives in this new world. He kept certain villains with their memories intact. He currently runs the Councillor's office under Mayor Catherine Wyland. Those in charge are in complete control of everyone, yet everyone else thinks they are living a perfectly normal life.

This is their happily-ever-after, and they intend to keep it that way - no matter what.

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An only lady came tumbling out of a well in the woods, falling flat on her face! She got up, wiped away the dirt, and pat down her fluffy blue dress. "My, my, my, what a trip! What a trip." She took a quick look around her surroundings. It's the middle of the night and most of the town of Essex is asleep or in their homes. She walked down a beaten path until a road was found, at which point she could see the sleepy streets and dark buildings.

"Where am I?" she asked, adjusting the glasses to sit better across her nose. Her eyes scrunched and she dipped a hand into her dress and produced a wand. "Let's see what we can do about this mess. It's quite the mess!" The old lady already knew what had happened to the Enchanted characters, but she didn't know how to fix the problem. She had magic, but she didn't have enough of it to awaken the whole town. Instead, she decided that she could do something else... She did not come here without a plan, after all.

She bippity-boppity-booped herself from one building and home to the next; acquiring items and placing them in a seemingly endless magic bag. Underneath everyone's doors, except for the villains that were well-aware of Essex and its true nature, were given invitations to a formal silent auction event at the city hall. For those vile beings that still retained their memories, she had something else - magic that would put them to sleep for twenty-four hours. That would be enough time to allow everyone else to enjoy the event and get back what belonged to them - their memories.

The Enchanted Realm was falling apart due to key characters having been ripped away and thrown into this prison. It is time for them to come home, but they'd have to remember who they are, first.

As quietly as the Fairy Godmother came, she seemed to disappear. But not back into the Enchanted Realm, rather as the out-of-town host to the black-tie event.

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And that is where the citizens of Storybook are tonight on a warm summer evening around 6 pm at city hall. Upon entering they are greeted by a humble doorman, and the normally bland interior is alight with grandeur, enchantment and alive with gentle classical music.

Mrs. Picket is there to greet them with a smile on her face, directing everyone toward the grand hall that had been refurbished into a room fit for dance, entertainment, and food.

Hugging one of the walls are long tables that have items to be silently auctioned off. Little to the knowledge of the Enchanted characters, they are items that belonged to them in their fairytale origins. They feel compelled to bid on their trinkets, no matter how absurd they were or how little money they had. Every so often, a little magic would make sure that no one was outbid by either erasing higher bids or placing an extra zero or two by certain names.

Mrs. Picket operated under the notion that all money would be donated to charity, but there'd be no money at all. Mrs. Picket was putting all of her faith, the lives of those still in the Enchanted Realm, in the hands of these few. This was the only way to begin breaking the spell Jafar cast upon the town.


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As John sat in his study leafing through various documents John received a message from his mother in-law. She was reminding him to drop of his kids at their house before attending the charity gala. He had almost forgotten about the event, too busy with his current investigations into the sordid lives of small town Americans.

He walked upstairs to his room to dress in more formal attire. As he walked past his children's rooms he said, "C'mon kids, it's time to head over to grandma's place." Dean sighed as he turned off his computer before packing his bag for the night. Sam was slightly more excited, rushing to grab her already packed bag before sprinting outside to the car.

"Are you going to get anything for us at the Gala, Dad?" John looked back to his daughter on the backseat, where she was lying down, who has asked the question.

Before he could answer his son said, "There isn't going to be anything worth getting anyway. Just a bunch of uselessly expensive shit." Sam gasped and pointed at Dean in the front seat saying that he swore.

John lightly knocked Dean's shoulder before saying, "Your brother, despite his colorful language, is probably right. I'll try to get something for you guys but if I don't I'll just grab you two some ice-cream." Sam asked if they could get both. John chuckled before telling her that he'll see what he can do. This resulted in a large smile from Sam while Dean knowingly shook his head.

After dropping his children off at his in-laws John sent a message to Eleanor, asking if she wanted a ride. The two had started casually dating a year ago. John wasn't quite ready to start a new relationship after his wife's death but his in-laws insisted that their daughter wouldn't want him be lonely because of her. There was something that drew John to Nora but he couldn't quite explain what it was. He didn't think it was love, it wasn't the same feeling he had towards Jane, but there was something there.

Nora hadn't replied to his message, which was uncharacteristic of her, so he assumed that she was busy and he would meet her at the charity gala. He started his car engine before lighting a cigarette and driving.

When John arrived at the charity gala he was approached by Mrs. Picket, the organizer of the event. "Thank you for attending Mr. Waldmann."

John returned her greeting and shook her hand. He then asked her, "Is there anything here that you think children would enjoy? My daughter really wanted something from here."

Mrs. Pickett smiled before handing a card to John, the card had three numbers printed on it. She then invited John further into the gala as she gestured in a general direction. She said with a knowing look, "I'm sure you're much more capable of finding something for your daughter and for yourself." John noticed the look in her eyes but didn't understand the meaning behind them. He gave her a slight bow and thanks before walking in the direction she gestured.

John noticed several people attending, some familiar and others who weren't. He observed them talking among themselves while walking down the various tables, looking for anything that caught his eye. There was a silver ring with a stag's head instead of a gem or diamond. John thought it looked interesting and placed a bid for a couple hundred dollars, wanting to gift this to his daughter.

After he wrote down his bid he overheard the Voigt sisters talking about Adrien. When he overheard them talking about Adrien's 'flings' and Liesl's desire to be 'flung' John couldn't help but laugh to himself, shaking his head. He knew Liesl from frequenting her workplace, as it was one of the few places in town that had a valid liquor license. They had gotten to know each other better after his wife's passing because that's where John would try to drown his grief in liquor.

After looking through other items in the gala John noticed Grayson eyeing a medieval bow and quiver and placing a bid for it. John and Grayson had worked together in Essex's police department, they were among the few officers who weren't corrupt or paid for. John walked up behind Grayson, placing his arm over his shoulder before saying, "I doubt that's going to be anywhere close to as useful as your sidearm, mate."

John smiled with his arm around Grayson before his eyes were drawn to an old hunting knife that was lying next to the medieval bow and quiver. Unlike the other items in the gala John was uniquely drawn to the old knife and he couldn't explain why. He released Grayson before placing a bet for the knife, hoping to obtain it. Turning around to face Grayson he said, "How is the old workplace doing anyway? Frank still running the joint and handsomely getting paid or have you managed to finally make a change? Because frankly, I couldn't be bothered trying to fix that damn place."


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There was much to do still and not a lot of time left to do them. This night could not last forever, as pained as Mrs. Picket felt for all involved. As she walked through the gala she noted the relationships that have formed, and part of her knew that happiness would be broken as the curse slowly lifted. But this was for the best, she told herself over and over again. They did not belong in this earthly realm, for every precious moment spent living their best lives in Essex, the Enchanted Realm withered away thanks to the vile curse of the Evil Queen. It wouldn't be long until it was gone for good. The people needed their beacons of hope, but they are all here in Essex.

Several fancy individuals went around the auction tables, presumably to look at the bids placed. They took about 30 minutes, or so, to close the auction and place the winning number on each item. It was a silent auction, after all.

After a while, the music died down and Mrs. Picket took the stage front and center. Waiters and waitresses carried trays of champaign, offering one thin fluke to each person. She was given a mic, tapped it a couple of times, did the comical and fun one, two, three . . . test, test. She laughed a little to lighten the mood because there was nothing joyous about the occasion. Those that have lived miserable lives in the Enchanted Realm had grown content here, but Mrs. Picket's magic would soon shred their reality.

"What a wonderful night. It's been lovely to see all these faces together in one spot," she smiled as best she could. Of course, it was easy for her - she had such a bright outward appearance and personality that it was hard to see her as anything but jovial. She's just a happy old lady! "The silent auction has ended. You will find the winning bids place on the items," she gestured toward the various auction tables. There were, indeed, large white cards placed near each item with the number of its owner. It didn't matter if someone outbid them or if someone bid on their behalf; the digits would match whomever the item belonged to.

"I know, I know," she paced to and fro, adding a little comedy to her routine, "Such an eclectic inventory, right? And that's putting it nicely." She paused for the obligatory laughs. No one would leave an old lady hanging, even if her humor was dry, right?

She raised her glass in the air toward those gathered. They were waiting for her to get to the point, and she gets that. It's a long night and there are far too many personalities here for everything to remain pleasant. "The proceeds from the auction will go toward those suffering without hope." She paused, took a look around the room, and smiled lightly. Come tomorrow, this throng of good Essex people will be shattered. "Dance, be merry, and enjoy each other. Tomorrow will mark a new beginning in Essex. But I hope you will always remember that there is always hope. Hope in the world, in each other, and even in that which is hopeless - be it a person or situation. Believe in change. Believe in... goodness."

She wanted to sigh because certain individuals here were not going to change for anything. But she proceeded to be content in her vague ramblings. Maybe many would just dismiss her as an old senile lady, for she is quite geriatric. "So let's toast to that - hope, for it can be found in even the darkest places. Even in... all of this," she gestured around to the auction tables once more with a free hand.

After finishing off her drink, she addressed them for the last time. "Well, it's been lovely, dearies. My job here is done, and I must go." She left the stage, allowed others to say their good-byes to her and she to them. The Enchanted Realm had so few heroes within it to help stave off the Evil Queen's magic, and the Fairy Godmother was one of them. Even just spending a few hours here could have caused harm.

With that, Mrs. Picket left the building and went back from whence she came. She took one last look at Essex and the dimly lit streets before she "poofed" away as though she was never here. However, unlike she had intended in the beginning, she'd leave the residents a memory of her as to take a few words to heart later.

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Meanwhile, in the Enchanted Realm whole cities, kingdoms, and minor-realms were at war with one another. Many of them were headed by the co-conspirators of Jafar or the Evil Queen, both with the same goal in mind. The Realm was decaying at a rapid rate, and no one knew who to blame for the mess. The skies everywhere were a dour shade of grey, and the flora and fauna were diseased and deathly. Everyone was frightened because they were without proper leadership. The loss of certain characters meant the end of hope.

The Fairy Godmother returned to a small clearing in the Enchanted Forest that was kept alive by the magic of herself and a few others. She stepped into a small hut and nodded slowly, "They will come. Of that, I have no doubt."

The Blue Fairy, the six Fairies that blessed Aurora, and even the one that was said to have cursed Beast, were all having dinner at a large round table. It wasn't anything special; just stew. "We'll see," one of the six Fairies scoffed. "We should still look for a way to break this curse. Just in case. Who'd want to return to this?"

The Blue Fairy laughed solemnly, "Ah, yes - that will be quite the dilemma. Won't it?"

The Fairy Godmother peered out of a window. The skies were clear here, but she could see the tendrils of dark light stretching slowly toward them. "Hope, ladies. Hope. It's the only thing we have left."

They would all agree to disagree. Some of them felt that these were the end of days, and others were more optimistic. However, they were all realistic. Realistically, life was hell in the Enchanted Realm - even for those that supposedly had their "Happy Endings" - whatever that meant. Life here was no storybook.


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Something was wrong. Horribly wrong. When Jafar's eyes finally popped open and he rolled over to look at the clock, it was... midnight. Again. His brows furrowed in confusion, for when he fell asleep last, it was just shy of ten at night. Yet, he felt well-rested. Too well-rested, if you asked him. He sat up and reached for his cellphone, the bright light of the screen a brief blinding glare after awakening from such a deep sleep.

Did he miss a whole day? He blinked and wiped away the sleep from his eyes, then checked the homescreen again. A panic set into the normally well-reserved and calm man, and he practically shot out of bed and rushed to his study. Something was so wrong, and he could feel it in his bones.

A quick survey of his office revealed that his glass showcase was cracked open just a smidge, which made him walk slowly toward it. The smallest speck of a glimmer caught his eyes, nestled in the corner of one of the shelves. He reached and swept it up with a pink and then brought it closer for observation. Silver glitter. Fairy dust.

More panic. He knew that his happily ever after wouldn't last forever, but he didn't expect for the fairies to figure it out so soon. Too soon. He looked over the items, and discovered that some of them were missing. Dr. Facilier's cane being one. Important, but not enough. The cane had provided Jafar with another avenue of magic, but it would not be detrimental to the curse's wellbeing.

The lamp. The lamp was missing! His eyes grew wide, then red hot anger flashed through them. He smalled his fist down onto the shelf which knocks items off; fragile objects crashing and shattering at his feet. He turned swiftly and went to his room to change, for this night was going to be a busy one for him.

He sent a quick text message to the Nora, Catherine Wyland, and Donovan Voigt, Something is wrong. We need to meet at the well in the clearing. Once the message sent, he grabbed hold of his own staff and poofed out of existence into the apartment room of Dumaine, otherwise known as Dr. Facilier. The cane he had won from the auction rested against a wall near the door, and Jafar seized it.

His slow pace dragged him toward the bedroom where the man slumbered quietly and peacefully. His hand dove into a coat pocket to pull out the necklace that belonged to Dr. Facilier. It contained the souls from the Otherside. Jafar was not certain what was happening, but he could feel the puul of the voodoo magic clamboring for Facilier's soul. It was overdue. He extended his arm and let the necklace dangle from a finger, and the Friends From the Otherside climbed out of the amulet in shadow form, sinking to the floor and crawling beneath the bed. There was a drum beat that seemed to come from nowhere, but it eerie enough to creep even a vile man like Jafar out.

Dumaine's body was gulped up, almost as if he were swallowed by the bed. All the shadows retreated back into the amulet. The drum beat stopped. He wrapped it around his neck, turned away, and left the apartment through the door.

Baja was soon on the quiet moonlit paths of Essex's lonesome streets. As he walked, tapping the cane against the dark pavement, one of his arms folded at the small of his back. He watched the buildings. Observed the scenery. He walked past the town hall, of which had the remnants of something having happened. A cleaning crew shuffled in and out, and his brows knit together in thought. There had been no event that he could think of.

He tilted his head for a second, but continued on after a brief pause.

His head turned and eyes followed as a crow flew past him from above. A few moments after that, a woman's silhouette began to form in the distance. Curious, he checked his phone to see if anyone sent any messages. Nothing yet.

He did not change his pace, rather kept on the approach. Soon enough, he could see her features. While she did not adorn her horns, there was a certain... aesthetic to one of the most famous female villains in all of the Enchanted Realm. He stopped just a couple of feet from all the particular features, a grin finding his lips, "Ah," he began, placing the cane in front of him and resting both hands at its head, "I see the beautiful Maleficent has graced the wonderful town of Essex. Though, I doubt your presence is a humble site seeing excursion."

He gestured toward the woods, though surmised that she might have come from there already. However, the Well is the connection between the Enchanted Realm and this world, so it made more sense to to go there. As the pair of them walked through the quiet town of Essex, they soon came upon the mouth of the forest. It was abysmally dark and unwelcoming, as it should be. Very few people in Essex felt at ease coming to this particular spot, and the closer to the well one came, the more those that did not belong near its vicinity felt the unspoken warning to stay away.

"The Evil Queen and the others should be coming shortly. How are things in the Enchanted Realm?" Jafar inquired, shooting her a quick sideglance. The Well came into view, "The fairies have been busy, haven't they?" Another question, given the circumstances. "There was... fairy dust on my showcase shelf when I woke up. I also seemed to have lost an entire day."

He rubbed his goatee a couple of times, "There is a strange feeling in my little world, and I am uneasy." His gaze ventured outside of the thicket of tree trunks and drooping branches, wandering toward the faintest glimmer of light coming from a building. His creation. His joy. His happily ever after.

"The lamp is missing," he added. The worst news for last, of course!