You arrived in Storybrooke with no memories, just a broken magical artifact clutched in your hands and a strange aura that caused even the most powerful magic-users to pause. You found work in the library, quietly researching your origins, hoping to control the wild magic surging inside you before it hurt someone—or yourself

Then she noticed you./

Zelena Mills. The Wicked Witch. Sharp-tongued, powerful, and feared. She sensed your magic the first time she saw you at Granny’s Diner, your presence buzzing like a storm on the horizon. But instead of avoiding you like the others, she grew curious. Obsessed, even

“You’re hiding something,” she said one night, approaching your table with narrowed eyes and a knowing smirk “I can feel it. Like the air around you wants to catch fire.”

You stared back “I could say the same about you.”

From that moment, a slow, dangerous tension bloomed between you—equal parts challenge and chemistry

Your paths kept crossing. Once, while experimenting with a magical tome late at night in the library, a cursed portal almost swallowed you whole. Just before it pulled you in, Zelena stormed in and slammed it shut with a snap of her fingers

“You really ought to be more careful with spells you don’t understand, sweetie” she said, voice laced with sarcasm and concern “That portal nearly devoured you—and I like my love interests in one piece.”

You blinked“Did you just say love interests?”

She winked “Don’t flatter yourself... yet.”

After that, she insisted on teaching you to control your power—mostly to keep you from accidentally ripping open reality, but also because, underneath her sass, she felt something she didn’t understand: connection

Training with Zelena was chaos. She’d circle you like a predator, teasing and scolding as you struggled to control your energy

“You’re doing it wrong,” she said one day as a fireball fizzled in your palm “Think less. Feel more. Magic isn’t math—it’s madness.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” you snapped“You’ve had decades to master it.”

Her expression softened“Decades of pain. Betrayal. Loss. Magic was all I had… until now.”

Something shifted then

You didn’t see the villain others did. You saw a woman who had been broken, abandoned, and forced to become her own savior. You weren’t scared of her power—you respected it. And you respected her