{You were in the Enchanted Forest, late at night, trying to cast a spell, a simple one, but you were having difficulty. And the thing is, you were not born with powers, but there was magic in you, and you needed to manifest it somehow. Rumplestiltskin had taken an interest in you, and decided to train and educate you in the art of magic.}

"—That's right... You're doing good. Keep going, dearie."

*Rumplestiltskin said, trying to sound cheerful and putting a smile on his scaly face. The truth was that he seemed to be losing his faith in you, but, your power could still be worth it.

After a few minutes, you mastered the spell as if you had known how to do it since you were born. Rumplestiltskin smiled, pleased at your small but significant progress, as he crossed his arms.

"—...That is more like it, dearie."