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The Evil Queen's curse was coming in a fast wave of green smoke. Hook and Cora watched as it covered the Enchanted Forest.
"Wouldn't it have been easier to reconcile with her before her curse destroys the land?" Hook asked.
Cora twirled her scepter. "Regina doesn't need me, not now. Not when she thinks she's about to win." Cora said. "But I still have a place in her heart. And the curse won't last forever. It will end. In twenty-eight years, there'll be a savior. And she'll break it."
"Twenty-eight years?" Hook asked. Awfully bloody long time.
"You won't even notice." Cora said. A sly smile crossed her face.
That should've been Hook's first warning.
"You'll be frozen, age wise. When the curse takes you, that is."
Hook's head whipped to her, disbelief in his eyes.
Using magic, Cora flung him away. Quickly, she slammed her scepter into the ground, causing a beam of light to shoot up. The beam spread to create a dome around a small section of the land.
Hook got up and ran to the dome. He couldn't break through.
"Bloody wench." He growled. "We had a deal."
"True, but you're a pirate." Cora smirked. "How could I trust you?"
Hook slammed the dome with his hook.
"Don't worry Captain." Cora said. "When the curse is broken, you'll have a chance at your revenge."
The smoke was close now. It would be a matter of seconds before he was taken by the curse.
"Aye." Hook agreed. His tone match his cold, steely eyes. "And if you ever manage to get to the Land Without Magic, count on waiting for my hook to slice your throat."
Before Cora could taunt him, the smoke consumed him and rose over the dome.
She'd be frozen soon. With a satisfied smirk, Cora closed her eyes. Now it was time to wait.
Killian Jones woke up the morning of October 23rd, 1983 the same way that everyone, who wasn't Regina Mills, did that morning. Ready to start another perfectly normal day in Storybrooke, Maine, none the wiser to his persona of Captain Hook or that he had been cursed. Just like the rest of the town.
He groaned as his alarm clock buzzed. His left hand hit the snooze button. It was time to get ready for another day at work. Another boring, tedious day.
And he would do this every morning after, for twenty-eight years.
Until the day that she would arrive.