Notes

"Just because we breathe, doesn't mean that we are alive. If we are alive, doesn't mean that we breathe."

Regina noted the imposing strength that she needed to gain that would conquer the heartache from the past. Sometimes it was harder to say you can move on from the past to come into the future, when you don't control or have the feelings and digression of every living human being. It couldn't be said what anyone else can or can't handle that you can yourself. It wouldn't be right guessing anyone else's life ceased failing because the efforts you made that were also their own and you succeeded, didn't work for them too. It isn't bright in guessing. Struck wrong would mean one thing, and that was the heroes soon might come for her.

Regina thought for the moment she accomplished that trial in defeating the heroes, until a small wrinkle curved against her lips and it marked its spot up to the point when it could become a grin. And it soon faded. She circled her eyes around her, through the air and over the sky, seeing it fall in gray mass around them. "No." From grit teeth, disapproving tensely on the current situation, she took a step back and dropped to her bottom after she tripped over an ankle, she wasn't sure then which one. The clouds pushed out a grey husk of smoke to mark the grassy sections around them and after shading her face, removing her hand then she could look out. Roaring fire covered the ground and it cased her inside it, in a circle.