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Ignorance is Bliss	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2317 -:- 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
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- 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
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- 75-75
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- 79-80
- 80-81
- 81-82
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Neverland—Past
Rumple looks around him in awe, the trees of the forest reaching such heights as to disappear into the clouds—their thick foliage blocking out the moonlight. "What is this place," he asks his best friend, dark eyes going wider the more he takes in of this strange new land.
"I don't know," his friend answers. Something dark moves just out of sight, watching the two boys with curiosity. They weren't the first boys to end up on Neverland and they wouldn't be the last, but there's something about them that puts the Shadow on edge. They didn't have any real power now, but it was just under the surface, begging to be tapped into. "How do you think we came here?"
"Who cares?!" The youngest boy, Rumpelstiltskin, clutches a straw doll to his chest, moving to walk along the path towards the beach with his older friend following behind him. Rumple's dark hair stops close to his ears, a dark blonde and with a wavy look to it that most girls would kill for—though not particularly handsome, he still had years yet before he had to worry about looks. His companion, a ten year old if the Shadow had to guess, was short for his age with high cheekbones and an agile build. He would be a womanizer when he grew up, women would flock to him in waves. "Thomas!"
Rumple ran straight for the water, careful to keep his doll above his head and oblivious the young Indian girl watching them from a few feet away. Shadow watches Tiger Lilly thoughtfully, wondering if she would react the way it knew others would. Thomas grins, noticing the girl and waving to her only to see her run into the forest. She would alert the tribe that new boys were here, but by the time the Elder and his warriors arrived, Shadow had already sent the boys back to the orphanage.
Morgan
Mulan opens a trunk, revealing a cache of different types of weapons. Feeling cranky after spending the night on the hard ground, I hold out my hand and use the link forged between Excalibur and I to make the sword fly out of its spot in the trunk and into the sheath on my hip. "Seriously," Emma asks with raised brows," you couldn't just reach in and grab it?" I shrug, seeing nothing wrong with using magic. Emma shakes her head and rolls her eyes before looking at Mulan. "Where's my gun? I want it back." Mulan pulls the pistol out of her belt, looking at it like it was a snake that would bite.
"Is it magic," she inquires.
"Depends on who's pulling the trigger." She hands it to the blonde, curious now. She's probably wondering how someone can control magic by squeezing the trigger of such a small device. Snow picks out a sword and a bow and arrow while Mulan starts spitting out rules.
"Follow my lead, step exactly where I step. Do exactly as I say and we might survive."
"Thanks for the pep talk, but I think we're okay. I killed a dragon last week." That sparks my interest, remembering the witch Papa took me to visit years ago that could turn into a dragon at will. Had Regina brought her along to Storybrook? Surely she wasn't that stupid, even in a land without magic it would be hard to control someone whose brain is like a bag full of cats. Then again, it is Regina we're talking about and she isn't the sanest one of our bunch.
"Have you ever seen an Ogre?"
"I have," I nod, gaining the women's attention. "I was only seven, but I don't think I could ever forget that ugly brute." I shiver at the memory, wishing I could just forget it once and for all. It's no wonder I was never able to sit through Shrek without getting nauseous. "Trust me, even Donkey would run from them." Emma raises her brows at that, watching as Mulan heads off in the direction we need to go with me right behind her. If things go horribly wrong and an Ogre attacks, I'm ducking behind her and playing the damsel in distress card.
~*~Later~*~
"This will do," Mulan states a few hours later when we walk into a clearing," we'll make camp here for the night. We just need to find water and collect firewood." I sigh in relief, collapsing on the ground and tugging my converses off to rub my feet. I'm not used to walking like this, usually Papa would poof us wherever we were going or we'd take a carriage, but he never made me walk so far.
"Uh, wouldn't it make more sense not to start a fire if we're hiding from Ogres," Emma asks, sounding like a know-it-all that doesn't really know anything.
"Ogres hunt by sound," Mary-Margret informs her.
"Right, because that's something everyone would know about Ogres." I roll my eyes, putting my shoes back on and lacing them tightly for what little support they could give me while Emma and Mary-Margret have a mother-daughter talk. I frown, realizing I'd never had a mother-daughter talk before; sure, Trista and Belle would talk to me, but it wasn't the same. The warm fuzzy feeling wasn't there and neither was the feeling like they actually wanted to be in the castle.
Papa said that I look nothing like my mother and he has no pictures around of her, so the closest I can come to getting a description is the drawing of my older brother that Papa keeps around. When I look up again, it's just Emma and me in the clearing, the older woman looking put out. "Don't feel bad, I don't know much about this land either and I lived here for seventeen years."
"How is that possible?"
"People want to hurt my papa and tend to aim at me." I shrug it off, wrapping my arms around my knees as the cold begins to set in. When we were walking I was fine, the movement kept me warm, but now that I'm sitting still I can already feel my body turning into a Popsicle. I wiggle my toes, wishing I had worn my fuzzy Jungle Book socks that I kept stashed away for winter. It's colder here than in the other land, my light sweater not helping any. "I don't suppose you have an extra pair of socks in one of your pockets?"
"Sorry, fresh out."
"Just my luck." As dark begins to fall Emma begins to pace back and forth, reminding me of Fidget when the weather's about to get bad. "Would you sit still, you're making me antsy." She ignores me and continues to pace. "For God's sakes, woman!" I throw my hands up in the air, walking over to the blonde and dragging her with me out of the clearing.
"Where are we going?"
"To find your damn momma so you'll stop the pacing!" It doesn't take us long to find the others, Mulan in the process of pulling Mary-Margret of some chick with long brown hair and a ratty cloak. She must be from the compound. I guess it was out of instinct that Emma draws her pistol and fires a warning shot in the air before aiming it at Mulan and the new-comer. I flinch away from the loud noise, stumbling in the dark but not falling.
"You stupid bitch," I hiss, glaring at the blonde along with the others," you've just screwed us over!" An echoing growl behind me draws my attention, the noise familiar and making me sprint to hide in the woods with the others quickly joining me. The Ogre is loud as it follows after us, knocking trees out if its way. Please don't draw more Ogres our way! That thought spurs me to draw Excalibur out of its sheath, the sound of metal against wood and the comfortable weight in my hand helping to steady my nerves a little. Don't fail me now that I really need you.
"Split up," Mary-Margret shouts, catching up to me and grabbing my arm. I may be the daughter of her enemy, but I'm also one of the few people Henry trusted. Mary-Margret leads Emma and me through more trees into another clearing, letting go of my arm when she was sure that I wouldn't try to take off in a different direction. We're forced to stop when Emma trips and the Ogre bursts through the trees. Let me tell ya, seeing an ugly creature like that wearing what basically adds up to a speedo was not on my bucket list.
"Don't move," I mouth to her, holding up my free hand. She does exactly the opposite when it kneels down in front of her, picking up her gun only to have the Ogre grab it out of her hand a squishing it. "I'm so gonna regret this later." Moving slowly to get on the opposite side of Emma a few feet away, I cup my hands around my mouth. "Hey, stupid, think you could knock yourself out like your cousin did in Harry Potter?!" It turns to face me, pale flesh almost glowing in the moonlight. It growls at me, the stench from his mouth enough to make my stomach do a flip. "Oh, go buy a toothbrush before you growl at people!"
Mary-Margret gains its attention next with a whistle. "Stay away from my daughter!" Well, I love you too, I think sarcastically. She notches an arrow, bringing it up so that when she shot it, it would go straight into the Ogre's eyes, bringing the big guy down with a crash. I stare wide-eyed at it for a moment, shaking from fear and adrenaline. This isn't something you survive every day and I like to think I now have bragging rights. Taking a steadying breath ad sheathing my sword, I walk over to the teacher behind Emma.
"When was the last time you shot an arrow," she asks in shock/
"Twenty-eight years ago—guess it's like riding a bike," Mary-Margret responds, replacing the arrow back in the quiver strung across her back.
"How did you know you could hit that?"
"I didn't." She and Emma share a look, Mary-Margret giving her daughter a sad smile. "Next time listen to me; that kind of thing isn't going to work here." I swallow hard, realizing that the teacher did what she did to protect her daughter, not me. I have no one here that actually gives a damn about me. Fighting back tears, I follow the other two through the woods to find Mulan and Crazy Chick. I just want my Papa back.
Storybrooke
Rumple looks down at the old parchment map spread out on his desk, watching the faint purple dot slowly moving across the faded surface. That's all he has left of his daughter, nothing more than a purple dot on a map that he couldn't touch….He couldn't comfort. It's clear where she's headed—Snow White and Prince Charming's palace—the complete opposite of Rumple's castle and anything that could help Aveena get back to him. He supposes that she may use the wardrobe if the curse hadn't destroyed it, but he saw no use in getting his hopes up. The necklace allowed him to watch her progress, but that just makes him more desperate to have her back, safe, in his arms where she belongs. "Is…Is that Aveena," Belle asks hesitantly, placing her hands on his shoulders.
"Yes," he nods. Silence falls and it's not until hours later that the silence was there because she had gone to bed and the dot was no longer moving. Either she was sleeping as well or she would never move again. "Come back to me, my little bird."
If there are any mistakes I missed you can blame my little sister—she thinks she's a zombie and was attacking me and yelling "Bwains". Aren't four year olds the best? Can you guess the kid that's with Rumple in Neverland? ;)
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