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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
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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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Storybrooke—Seven Years Ago
A squeal meets Morgan at the front door, preceding a very hyped up three year old with a Spiderman backpack on his shoulders. She giggles, picking him up and spinning him in a circle. Henry's dark hair is spiked up with hair gel so as to keep it out of his face and he's dressed in a button down shirt and dress pants; obviously his mother wanted him to make a good impression today. "Good morning, Morgan," the mayor greets with a tiny smile of her own, picking her purse up off the table in the entryway. "Are you ready for your first day of school?"
"I guess," Morgan shrugs, setting little Henry down so she could readjust her messenger bag. "Its school, the only people excited about it is the little kids and the parents that ditch the kids." Regina laughs, walking over to smooth out the dark blue plaid skirt of Morgan's uniform. "The worst part of it all is the stupid uniform, I look stupid in blue."
"You look just fine." Morgan rolls her eyes, taking Henry's lunch box from Regina and the toddler's hand. Regina kneels down in front of her son, pulling him into a tight hug. "Be good for your teachers and don't give Morgan too much trouble on the way to the bus stop."
"'Kay, Mommy," he beams, showing off perfectly white teeth. "Come on, Mo-mo!"
"Have a good day!" Regina stands in the doorway of her house, watching Henry drag Morgan down the driveway with a fond smile. She was growing attached to the teen and she wished that she wasn't. Perhaps, if the curse was ever broken, she would force Morgan to stay. She's surprisingly good with children, being one of the few that could stop Henry's tantrums with a single look. Yes, Regina decides, Morgan could be handy in more ways than just Rumpelstiltskin's weakness.
Morgan
It's a good thing we have fire in this world or I'd be running face first into trees. Hours back, Mulan and Mary-Margret had fashioned us some torches out of the firewood Mary-Margret collected, using my magic to set the tops on fire. The Ogre incident put everyone on edge and made a tense situation worse; I still catch Aurora, the crazy chick, sending hostile glances at my travel buddies and I periodically. "We're getting close." Mary-Margret's words bring me back to the real world, all fantasies of hot chocolate and feasts dashed away, replaced by cold winds and the forest. Aurora falls behind, her cloak getting snagged on yet another tree root.
"Aurora," Mulan instructs," you've got to keep up."
"I'm sorry, but I'm not exactly dressed for the woods," the mousy brunette apologizes. "It's cold out here."
"Maybe you should have stayed at the compound like a good little ditz," I snarl, sick of her complaining. 'I'm a princess', don't walk so fast'. If she doesn't shut up soon I might snap and 'accidentally' turn her into a frog! We stop at the top of a hill that overlooks a lake and the ruined shell of a castle. So that's where Snow White lived? Huh, I always thought it would look different. "That's not what I pictured."
"What did you see," Snow asks me with a gentle smile.
"Papa's was always dark, but the grounds, even during winter, stayed nice and green. Sometimes I'd stay outside all day with Trista and play or recline on a tree branch with a good book and my kitten."
"I thought you were a court minstrel," Mulan questions.
"I am as far as you'll ever know." With a sigh, I start down towards our goal, summoning a small orb of magic to light the overgrown path. The longer I'm in this land, the more magic I'm able to absorb—my powers strengthening so that I can use magic at will now without really concentrating. The others follow behind me, their conversations kept quiet so that all I can make out are a few words every now and then. Who cares, I don't like Mulan or Aurora and I shouldn't get close to Snow or Emma.
I just need to focus on getting home back to my papa and the people that give a damn about me. I wonder what Papa's doing right now. "Maybe I should lead form here," Snow says, walking beside me," you don't know how to get into the castle." Nodding, I fall into step behind the Princess with my hands stuffed in my pockets. "Are you okay, Aveena? You don't look so hot."
"I'm fine, just a little homesick." She bites her lip, but continues to walk and drops the subject. I shiver again, looking around me at the others. They avoid me stare, either looking at the path or the sky. Did Snow tell them who I really am? If she did I might have to watch my own back because Mulan seems like the type of woman that could take me out without a second thought if she considers me a threat.
Twenty minutes later finds us safely inside the castle and on our way to the nursery where the wardrobe would be. The walls have crumbled over the years, vines and nature taking charge. Is this how Papa's castle looks? "It's still here," I mumble to no one in particular. Emma raises a brow at me. "The wardrobe—the magic of it, at least—it's still here."
"I'll take your word for it, kid," the blonde shrugs. "Is it normal around here for people to be able to sense magic?"
"Not necessarily, I grew up around it so I can tell if I'm close to some types. The bad magic feels normal, but the good magic stands out easily. Your wardrobe is made of good magic." Snow opens the door to the nursery, that room being just as beat up as the rest of the place. All of the furniture has been turned onto its side and tossed around the room, looking as though a small tornado had torn it all apart. "Why does this look familiar in a creepy, not Deja-vu way?"
"Henry's book," Emma reminds me, walking inside.
"Oh yeah, that's where I've seen it." Emma moves straight to the wardrobe, laying her hand on it while I move to the window that overlooks the lake. It would be a beautiful view on lazy summer afternoons, just sitting down and watching the sunset set the lake on fire with pinks and oranges.
"We'll stand watch at the gate," Mulan states, dragging Aurora out of the room. I stay where I'm at, ignoring the ever-present tug of magic as I watch the moon's reflection waver with the wind. Its light shines down brightly, sucking out the vibrant colors and turning everything a cool shade of blue. I would have killed for a view like this when I was younger for the simple reason of having something beautiful to look at when I was sad or lonely.
"I never thought I'd see this place again." I look over at Mary-Margret, watching her pick up a teddy bear off the floor. I had a thousand teddy bears, but I always felt safer snuggling up next to Papa when I fell asleep. "This room—it was your nursery."
"I lived here?"
"You never even got to spend a night." I lower my head, biting my lip as I tried to tune out their private conversation. Maybe I should've just gone with the warrior women to guard the gate. I bet it would be less awkward than feeling like an intruder. Did I have a nursery at the castle? If I did, then Papa threw all my old things out as I got older. Maybe they just disappeared, magic objects seem to do that a lot around here. "Aveena." I jump when Snow calls my name, waving me over to where she and Emma are standing in front of the wardrobe. "You were raised around magic."
"I can't charge this thing on my own," I inform her, running my hand down the front and wincing as the magic tries to move into my hand. "Maybe someone on the island can help us, but we have to find some way to get it there."
"Maybe I can help." Lancelot enters the nursery, a big grin on his face. Something's not right here—Lancelot may come from a land with magic, but he's not supposed to have control over any, and I can feel it coming off him in waves. At Snow's inquiry of what he's doing here Lancelot explains that chivalry isn't dead and he wanted to make sure we were okay after the Ogre attack.
"Where's Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum," I ask, crossing my arms.
"I sent them to find food; thought we could camp out here tonight, and in the morning we'll head back. So, this is it—the portal you were after."
"Uh-huh, it's the one that let blondie over here escape the curse." Emma and Snow frown at me, not yet realizing that this guy isn't who he says he is. "Why do you care about the wardrobe?"
"I just want to get you guys back to your families—I'm sure Emma's son Henry must be missing here." I can see something change in Snow's face as she turs to give her daughter and me a smile. She knows. At the same moment, Snow ad I unsheathe our swords, pointing them at the armored man and pushing Emma behind us. She won't be of any use in this fight.
"What the hell," Emma gasps, looking at all of us like we lost our minds.
"There's only one person you told Henry's name," Snow hints.
"Stop with the theatrics, Cora," I sneer," I could sense you were wrong the moment you stepped inside." Dark blue smoke surrounds the man and when it dissipates Cora is left standing in front of us.
"Clever girls," she smiles, hands on her hips. Now I know where Regina gets her looks from, this lady could pass for an older sister.
"Where's Lancelot," Snow questions. Isn't it obvious?
"He's dead—I killed him a long time ago.
"And you've been posing as him ever since."
"When a wolf wants a sheep for dinner it takes on its disguise," I say softly, remembering the words Papa told me when I was ten. "All the sheep flock to it while it plots what sides it should have to go with the meat."
"I've heard that saying before…" Cora's eyes widen a fraction and she gets a smug look on her face. "You must be the treasure he stole." I lunge forward, plaining to run her through, but she calls on her magic to throw me across the room. My body is slammed against the hard stone wall, the air forced out of my lungs and leaving me gasping on the floor—clutching my midsection. "I have to thank you, Snow. I've been looking for a way over for so long, but I never thought the person to help me find it would be you."
I cough, sucking desperately for any air that I can get until I'm breathing normally again—lightheaded, but no worse for wear. I look up again in time to see Mulan jump in front of Emma, her sword blocking the ball of fire Cora threw. "We're not done," she promises, using magic to disappear.
"So much for using the portal," I remark, watching as the fire burns through the wood and destroys most of the magic. A few sparks of it land at my feet.
"How could I be so blind," Mulan asks, pacing in front of us. "How could I not see that it was Cora?"
"If it makes you feel any better, the only reason I knew was because ol' Lance didn't have a magical bone in his body and Cora was getting more powerful by the day."
"What are we going to tell the people on the island?"
"The truth," Snow states firmly," that Lancelot was cut down by a terrible villain. He died an honorable death." Maybe you could put that on a cake, cake makes everybody happy.
"Cora's still out there; we need to find her. We need to defend what's left of the kingdom."
"Are you going to lead them into battle," Aurora asks.
"No…" Mulan turns and nods at Snow. "She is."
"I'm honored, but Emma, Morgan, and I still have to find a way back to Storybrooke," Snow says.
"We'll help you, we'll find a way, won't we?"
"Yes," Aurora agrees. I raise an eyebrow at that, not sure that I would trust her with my cat let alone my life. "Perhaps it'll help me channel my anger."
"That's very moving," I snark," but can we get going and find a non-magical fire? My toes could pass as a frozen TV dinner at this point." Mulan smiles, nodding her head at the door and leading the way out. I couldn't help but think to what Cora said before I was thrown, about me being a stolen treasure. I couldn't make the thought go away, every time I tried another seemed to wiggle its way to the front—years ago Regina had said something just as troubling about knowing who my real father is.
Storybrooke—Seven years ago
Henry runs up the driveway towards the front door where his mom was waiting to scoop him up in her arms, Morgan trailing a few feet behind him with both of their backpacks and Henry's lunchbox. "How was your first day," she asks with a smile, carrying her son inside to the kitchen where she had a snack waiting.
"Gweat," the three year old shouts, bouncing when Regina sits him in his booster seat. "Mo-mo ated lunch wif me an' evwy fing!"
"She did? And did you have a good day, Morgan?"
"I think one of my teachers is out to get me," the teen grumbles, sitting at the table beside the little boy and taking a plate of snicker doodles from Regina. "The only bright spot was leaving."
"My bag, Mo-mo," Henry shouts with a mouthful of cookie. "Sow her!" Morgan heaves a sigh, pulling out what looks like a hunk of dried red clay out of Henry's small bag and handing it to Regina. The woman is brought to tears as she looks at it. On the front is Henry's handprint with a small note carved beside it proclaiming in his childish scribble: For Mommy.
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