Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27181220-20150816225206

Emma finally got the spell right, and she landed right in front of the cackling witch. "Who are you?! And what did you do with Ann- er, my friend?!" Emma demanded, pointing her finger with a perfectly polished purple fingernail at Aria.

On the outside, Emma looked perfectly fearless and confident. On the inside though, she was shivering with fear. She had spent time with evil witches, which she never cherished, but she still always found them as the subject of her nightmares.

I recognize her, Emma thought. ''She looks a lot like... like.. my mother?! From portraits, this is what she looks like. But, but, how could this be?!''

((Can Aria be Emma's long-lost mother who was assumed to be dead?))