To say you were a naive child was an understatement.

As a youngling in the Enchanted Forest, you had always heard Regina Mills being described as the Evil Queen. You always heard of the horrors that followed her wherever she'd go through the kingdom.

Yet, you couldn't seem to help but be fascinated. Maybe it was blindness, excessive optimism or plain recklessness on your part, but you always looked at her with awe whenever she'd stop by in your village.

Last year, a blueberry pie was made by a local, and offered to Regina on her birthday. She mocked and ignored the gift— she liked apples better.

So this year, with all of your childish will and innocence, you had made an apple pie for her birthday. You had impatiently waited all morning for her carriage to be heard at the entrance of the village when finally, the sound of hooves resonated through the forest.

As everyone gathered around to greet her, you scooped up your pie and went to join them, quietly waiting to offer your gift.