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Ignorance is Bliss	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ignorance is Bliss
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Season Two: Knowledge is Power
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-Season Three: All Good Things
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
- 42-42
- 43-43
- 44-44
- 45-45
- 46-46
- 47-47
- 48-48
- 49-49
- 50-50
- 51-51
- 52-52
- 53-53
- 54-54
- 55-55
- 56-56
- 57-57
- 58-Season Four: To Those who Wait
- 59-59
- 60-60
- 61-61
- 62-62
- 63-63
- 64-64
- 65-65
- 66-66
- 67-67
- 68-68
- 69-69
- 70-70
- 71-71
- 72-72
- 73-73
- 74-74
- 75-75
- 76-76
- 77-77
- 78-78
- 79-80
- 80-81
- 81-82
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Dark Castle
After months of searching, Rumple was beginning to think his daughter was dead—there had been no sign of her around the castle grounds or the small village she regularly shopped at, his magic was turning up nothing—it was almost like what happened to Bae all those years ago all over again. The worst part of it all was that there was nothing he could do either way, he can't bring her back if she's died and he can't travel to another world without the curse and Regina is still months away from accomplishing that.
He growls, pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, his hands behind his back as he struggles to keep his anger I check. The last thing he needed was to accidentally murder Trista and then have Aveena waltz back in and be heartbroken. The furniture around him begins to vibrate, his magic reacting to his anger. "Dark One…There's something you need to see." He looks at his new maid over his shoulder, sneering at her shaking form. She's scared of him, but he doesn't relish it like he would if she were someone else—just like he didn't like scaring his daughter.
"Unless you've found my daughter—"
"I have." Rumple doesn't wait for any further explanation, running past Belle to his work room where he knew Aveena would go first. The teen is curled up in a corner, her eyes wide and filled with tears. Trista is kneeling next to her, giving Rumple a troubled stare. Something has happened to the child and it was bad.
Storybrooke
It seemed that his daughter's old saying about planets aligning in the perfect position to curse his day was proving all too true; he wasn't sure where his son is in this new world, his daughter is in the land he needed to get away from in order to find his son, and now David Nolan has just strolled right into the shop like he owned the damn place. The real question seemed to be if he could catch one single, solitary break today. "It appears when I bought that closed sign I was just throwing my money away."
"Looks like it," Nolan agrees, walking over to where Gold was standing.
"Sorry to hear about your wife and daughter." Why'd you have to drag my daughter along with you, he adds in his head. "If you're looking for a retrieval, I'm afraid portal-jumping is just outside my purview."
"Of course it is." Gold waits for Nolan to continue, but the only noise to keep the awkward silence away is the slamming of car doors and people shouting.
"So what's the commotion outside?" He rests both hands on top of his cane, cursing his foolishness at listening to that Seer. If he'd just fought like he originally wanted to, he wouldn't be in this situation! He wouldn't be worrying about the daughter he never should have had, Bae and Milah would be safe, and half of what's happened never would have. But you would never have known the love a child was capable of bestowing on even a monster like yourself, a small voice whispers.
"A little stir at the border. A problem crossing the line." Now that got his attention, for if he wanted to find Bae he would have to leave Storybrooke.
"Do tell."
"Actually, I'm here to buy something—a way to find someone."
"What, like a map?" Gold was in the mood just then to punch someone and David Nolan made a very good-looking target on which to unleash his anger.
"Something with a bit more kick, like the ring you gave me to find Snow." Unbelievable, that's what Nolan is, unbelievable and a pain in his ass! Gold could care less about Snow White, the woman only ever gave him problems when she wasn't fueling Regina's rage and her daughter was proving to be the same annoyance.
"Don't you think that if there was a way to use magic to get your loved ones back from wherever it is they've gone, I would already have Aveena back?" He pauses, studying the determined set to Nolan's jaw and coming to the conclusion that this was about something else. "Whom are you following?"
"Not telling." What is he, three or thirty?
"So do you have something of theirs, this missing person?"
"Yes," he nods, unconsciously mimicking Gold by clasping his hands in front of him.
"May I see it?"
"No." That answer was a bit too quick for Gold's liking, but he figured the only way to get the answers he wants is to play along.
With a chuckle, he turns to the small box sitting on the display case and opens it, holding up a bottle of blue-green liquid for Nolan to see. "Pour this on the object and then follow it." Those directions should be simple enough for the imbecile to understand. "So simple, even David Nolan can do it," he adds with a bit of his old self. When he reaches for it, Gold moves it out of his reach.
"What do you want?"
"Peace. Leave me alone." It's Nolan's turn to chuckle now, shaking his head.
"What do you care what David Nolan does?"
"No, no—it's Charming I worry about. I'd like a little…." He trails off to think of the correct word. "Non-interference guarantee."
"Fine, if you give me the same. You and I will stay out of each other's way." Gold studies Nolan's face and body language, debating on whether the other man would honor the agreement or not. Of course, if there's anything that Charming is, it's so honorable that he'd make even Snow White look like a woman without morals.
"Thank you for your business." Nolan takes the bottle and Gold lets him get to the door before posing the question that's been plaguing him since Nolan brought it up. "So what happens when you try to cross the border?" Nolan turns to face him, looking solemn.
"You lose your memory of everything of our old lives." Cursed all over again. "Looks like we're stuck here." The second the door closes behind Nolan, Gold brings his cane down on a display case, shattering the glass ad cutting himself I the process. It was all for nothing—he wouldn't be able to leave Storybrooke to find his son and now his daughter was stuck in the land he'd run away from! It's not fair, it's not fair!
Dark Castle
"Little bird?" Aveena stares directly at him, but Rumple knew she didn't see him—she's far away in some horrible place. He kneels in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders and shaking her just enough to snap her back. The second her eyes clear of whatever drug had kept her back, she flings herself forward into his arms, sobbing hard and clutching his cloak tightly in her small fists. "It's alright, darling, you're home now and I'll never let you go again."
"He wants me back," she sobs," he wants me back and he won't let me go next time!" Rumple holds her in a death grip, unsure of who she was talking about, but wanting to crush their heart all the same. How dare they hurt the daughter of the Dark One! "He…" she trails off, crying too hard to continue to speak.
"I have something for you." He pulls back just enough to dig around in the hidden pocket sewn into his cloak, pulling out a small brass pocket watch on a chain. It clearly belonged to a woman due to the design of flowers on the front. "I've enchanted it just for you, it will let me know where you are as long as you are wearing it; I'll never lose you again." She lets him put it on her, taking the watch I her hands to study it.
"It's a woman's."
"Yes, it….It belonged to your mother, but I think you deserve it more."
Morgan
I stumble along after the others, the coarse rope binding my hands together cutting into the sensitive flesh of my wrists. The land around us belongs in one of those movies I used to watch where the planet was turned into a wasteland. "Where are we," Snow asks. The Chinese woman that bound our hands and holds our leading ropes in her hands stops for a moment to look around.
"Our home." And then we were off again, towards an island and trying my damnedest not to trip over a log and be dragged the rest of the way. The village we enter can hardly be called that, more like a refugee camp. The people inhabiting it drop what they're doing as we approach, as nervous as a deer that knows it's being hunted.
"It's like they're refugees," Emma states, looking around us in a sort of shocked wonder.
"We're survivors." I clutch at the pocket watch that hangs around my neck, rubbing it and wondering if what Papa told me all those years ago was true. Can he know where I am if I'm no longer in the land without magic? I don't bother to try and escape when Mary Margret and Emma do, it'd be pointless since we're clearly outnumbered and my magic isn't behaving. The two women don't get far, Mary Margret getting knocked unconscious by the Chinese woman ad Emma stopping to check on her mother.
"Get off me," I snarl when a large man grabs my arm to keep me where I am.
"Take them to the pit." Well, that place could only sound more depressing if they told me I'd be meeting Lucifer and Michael. The man holding my arm drags me off with the men holding Emma and Mary Margret following behind, shoving all of us into a cave-like room and slamming the heavy door shut behind them. The least they could have done was untie us. Emma crouches over her mom, trying to wake her up with no success. The room is lit by the sunlight filtering in through a hole in the roof, but it didn't illuminate the other side.
"Do you need help?" Emma and I both jump when we hear a new voice, watching as an older woman steps into the light. She must have been important once if you take in account of her dress—no peasant could afford silk, let alone enough of it to make a gown like the one she is wearing.
"Who are you," I ask, speaking for only the second time since I woke up.
"A friend. My name's Cora."
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