Snow White waited in anticipation for Damon to return. He had told her he would return by dusk. The sun had already set, and all the queen could think off was her son. She feared for her son's life. The curse the dead farmer had given her eighteen years ago terrorised her every night. Nightmares of Damon suffering a gruesome death troubled her so much as to distract her royal duties.

That fateful day, eighteen years ago, was her best of accomplishments. The death of Princesses Aurora and Ella was a major advantage for her. The two kingdoms were now in Her domain. Maleficent was no more a threat either. The death of Princess Aurora had taken its toll on the fairy, leading her to commit suicide for not having been able to protect the princess. Snow had been proud and pleased by her conquests, until little Damon came along. She would constantly worry about him, prevent him staying out for too long, appointed guards to look after him, put safety spells on him. Yet, her heart feared that something could happen to him. She felt a tiny pang of guilt as she remembered the farmer's pleads.

Nothing would have gone wrong, had she let him live. He could have been with his family. She wondered where his wife and child were now, whether alive or dead. She quickly brushed away her thoughts when she heard a knock on her bedroom door.

"Your Majesty?" A servant called out.

"What is it?"

"Prince Damon has returned, and wishes to see you in the throne room. He says it is some important matter of the kingdom." The servant replied.

Snow sighed in relief and nodded her head towards the servant. He was finally back. Snow rushed down to the throne room. She found a fair, dark haired young boy of eighteen pacing around, as if something was bothering him. He had his hands behind his back as he walked back and forth in the centre of the room.

Snow smiled to herself.

"Son, I'm so happy to see you! You get me worried to the point I may just unleash a hail storm over the kingdom." She said warmly and pulled him into a hug.

The boy hesitated, then slowly hugged her back. Snow noticed the awkwardness and pulled away from him. She held his chin and looked into his grey eyes, searching for any answers.

"Damon, is everything alright?" She asked him with worry.

Damon looked down, and slowly shook his head..

"Why do you do this, mother?" He asked softly.

Snow stared at him in confusion.

"You need to be specific as to what you are referring to, son." She answered.

He sighed. "You killed two royalties just so because they tried to stop you from abducting children and people. You took lives of so many innocent people for crimes they never committed. You took away the parents of a young girl!! You turned her into an orphan, mother! These are not the stories I've heard from you about your adventures." He said coldly.

Snow stared at him with shock, sorrow and guilt. She never intended to hide anything from him, but she hadn't expected him to find it out himself. Later, she would find the servant who had narrated the tales of horror that she'd so much kept secret. Snow shook her head. Why was she being soft? These humans had taken away her parents, her life, and don't deserve any mercy. She looked at her son with cold eyes. He glared back at her.

"Whatever I did, was for the betterment of everyone. It was the right thing to do." She replied cruelly.

Damon's eyes widened, and his expression turned into a scowl. He looked away for a moment.

"That's why you don't deserve to live." Damon whispered.

Before she could register his harsh words, Snow felt a striking pain in her back. She gasped and fell backwards, only to find herself in the arms of a young girl. The girl pressed the dagger deeper into her back, making Snow yell in pain. The young girl drew out the dagger and left Snow. Snow sprawled onto her stomach, stretching her hand out to her son.

Damon stared back at her cruelly, no signs of shock or pain displayed on his face. The girl threw the dagger on the marvel tiled floor, and joined beside Damon.

"S-son.......h-help....." Snow managed to say.

Damon put his arm around the young girl and pulled her close to him. Snow's heart shattered into a million pieces. She glared at the girl. The girl had a long golden braid that almost swept the entire throne room. Something about her seemed so very familiar to Snow, but she could not place it. Damon looked at her and smirked cruelly at her.

"Do you remember the poor farmer you sentenced to death, mother?" Damon asked coldly.

Snow continued to stare at her own son, tears streaming down furiously. The one and only person who was her source of calm and comfort.

Damon continued. "This is Rapunzel, mother. You took her father away, and left her mother to battle an endless death curse. And she is to be my betrothed." He said cruelly.

Snow instantly remembered the farmer's curse. The curse she thought was never going to come true. She groaned in pain. Damon grabbed Rapunzel's hand, and led her out of the throne room. Before stepping out, he turned stared at the giant fire goblet that stood at either ends of the room. He used his strength and toppled it over.  The curtains, and everything in the room caught on fire.

Snow stared after them, horrified. Curses did come true. She yelled out feebly, and tried to drag herself out of the burning room. Damon turned and stared at his mother with an evil smirk, while Rapunzel stood fearfully.

"Long live, Queen Snow White." He said slowly, and left the room, as it burnt and fell into ruins, blocking all paths leading out.

Snow lay there, as her soul ceased to be.

"C-curse you, ch-child.....I....c-curse you f-for life....." She whispered, and the chandelier hanging on top fell on top of the queen.

The queen was gone.

And her curse had just begun.