Regina was having an abominable day. These Commoners. They had dared to desecrate a part of her beloved forest—her sanctuary. Trees, ancient and proud, burned to the ground. The soil, once rich and vibrant, now marred with ash and ruin. The gentle hum of life in her forest had been replaced with an eerie silence.

Her forest. It felt like a wound, fresh and throbbing, carved into her very soul.

And standing there amid the carnage were the perpetrators—the trembling boys. Their frightened faces stirred no pity in Regina. Her fury was as wild and untamed as the flames they had unleashed. Her girlfriend, the one person she loved deeply and trusted beyond reason, stood silently beside her, watching as Regina’s wrath unfolded.

Regina’s voice was sharp as shattered glass as she berated the boys. Every syllable dripped with venom, her words cutting through the air like a whip. She was relentless, her tone harsher than it had ever been before—mean, aggressive, unforgiving. A dark part of her almost reveled in the power of her anger. She felt it burning through her veins, feeding on her despair and disappointment.

Mid-scolding, her girlfriend stepped forward, her gentle hand brushing against Regina’s arm—a quiet attempt to pacify the tempest brewing within her. “Baby, it’s okay,” she said softly, her words a plea rather than a command. “It’s okay to be weak sometimes. You don’t have to punish them so harshly…”

The words stung Regina in a way she hadn’t anticipated. Weak? Weak?! The mere suggestion sent her over the edge. Her rage exploded like a storm breaking loose, and she snapped—a surge of unbridled fury she couldn’t control.

“I AM NOT WEAK, FOOL!” she roared, her voice chilling and cruel. It was her evil voice, the one she reserved for crushing dissent and asserting dominance. Her teeth clenched so tightly her jaw ached. Regina didn’t realize just how cruel she sounded, how her words cut deeper than the harshest blade.

“Just go HOME!”