Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-5094906-20140329133422

A snowy white owl swoops out from the clocktower of Storybrooke, observing the activity below. It flies towards a high hilltop surrounding the town.

On top of the hill, two figures stand. One, a man wearing a leather jacket and black pants with golden hair and gold accessories. The other, a red haired woman wearing a black outfit accentuated with silver, crescent moons dangling from her ears. The snowy owl lands between them and begins to change.

The bird morphs into a tall slender woman, wearing a suit of slate grey. Her brown hair is tied back tight in a bun, and her stance is one of determination. She regards the other two solemnly.

The young man asks, "So the rumors are true." The woman responds, "Yes it would appear so". "How could this have happened?" the red haired woman inquires. The other woman regards her with a cool glance. "Magic," she states. The other two seem taken aback by this revelation and look at each other nervously. "So what is the next step?" asks the young man. The tall woman smirks. "We tell our Father.  And see what he has planned for this town of magic." The other two nod and the three figures walk off into the shadows of the forest, while a thunderstorm appears on the horizon.  