MpSkyfall

Well, we have chapter 31. In the flashbacks, it's finally not 1996 anymore. It was a long year, wasn't it?

My internet is really unstable, and honestly, I have a strong urge to commit murder, but oh well. It is what it is.

- The tracks were already there, and the conductors simply forget that Storybrooke wasn’t always there as they cross the magical barrier.

- It exists to transport goods from the mine during the curse, and to deliver industrial amounts of fairy dust to the convent. (Those fairies/nuns have way more magic than they let on. And they are secretly evil)

- Regina ordered its construction when Henry got obsessed with Thomas and Friends as a toddler.

I will bind it anyway for me (and for you if you want) outside of the event, though. :)

Thanks a lot for sharing your works. They are truly great.

Hi! @italianbeatrice

I'm so glad to hear you already have an idea that excites you about this project. I've always believed that the more art inspires art, the better. And, well, the fact that you're considering doing something with something I created means you consider it art in some way, and that makes me feel very touched and grateful.

I have no problem at all if you want to participate in the event with my fanfic; in fact, I consider it an honor. Just don't forget to mention my name and all that.

I don't know if it would be very expensive for you to send me a copy, since we live on two different continents, but I really don't mind if you do it for yourself.

This is your weekly reminder of my fic update. If you're wondering, from the last post, if I caught that nasty flu, yes, I did. I no longer have a fever, but my lungs hurt and I have a terrible cough that's making me wonder if I should quit smoking.

I should.

I won't.

Chapter 29 is finally here. I don't know how many more chapters are still to come, but we're getting closer to a resolution.

Remember that I always leave a notification here in case the AO3 emails are slow to arrive.

Oh, and I left a little note in the chapter, but I'll mention it here too. There's a nasty flu that's hit my house. If I disappear for a bit before the next chapter, it's not because of a shootout; it's because I caught it.

Regina is a literature nerd who recites poetry when drunk, but not nice things, I mean The waste lands by T.S. Elliott, or Der Erlkönig by Goethe.

I mean, it's a win battle in a war we loose.

And we don't wear zarapes and sombrerotes anymore. Not even the peasants like me.