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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Any and all songs used belong to their respective owners.

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
- 17
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Dark Castle
Rumple is furious, not only has Aveena been crying for over an hour and her room messy, but the so-called nursemaid is nowhere to be found. He rounds the corner, heading straight to the spinning room doors, stopping for a moment when he realized that he could no longer hear Aveena's cries and the doors were standing wide open. Moving quietly, he can just make out quiet voices; both are women, he was certain of that much. Peeking through the crack between the door and the wall, his golden eyes widening considerably.
His old pupil and his soon-to-be dead nursemaid were arguing over something, Regina's expression one that would have had a lesser person on their knees and begging for forgiveness. Trista is close to that point, tears in her eyes spilling over to spill down her face. "Please, Highness," the dark-skinned woman begs," she is just a child, what use would she be to you?"
"Maybe I'll let you live long enough to find out after you bring her to...Me." she trails off, looking around the room suspiciously. "You have three weeks, Trista, after that I'm killing you and taking the child." Then Regina disappears, leaving a small trace of magic behind. Rumple doesn't give the traitor a second to relax, storming into the room and striking her across the face.
"Did you think I wouldn't know," he snarls, picking her up by her hair. "Did you think that I would ever let you give that child to Regina?" Trista is full out sobbing now, unable to speak due to her crying. "Let me show you what I did to the last woman to betray me." The thought of Milah spurs on his anger, driving him the thrust his hand into her chest and latch onto her heart.
"Papa," a soft voice calls," you doin'?"
Morgan
"I don't know if I can do this, I'm not a very good liar," Aurora says as we approach the compound.
"It's not really a lie," Snow tells her comfortingly," Lancelot did die an honorable death and Cora did escape—all true. Just, leave the particulars to us." Snow turns and gives me a sad smile, taking in my crushed expression. "And you can have your phone back when you learn not to watch cat videos until two in the morning. I bet your phone still has battery left since we made you turn it off." I lower my gaze to the uneven ground, struggling with walking and not running into a tree since I can't see very well.
Last night Snow and Emma had forced me to turn off my phone and put it back where I had it, interrupting the third cat video of the evening. Now it's hidden in my bra in case something happens and we're searched. I doubt anyone in this land would stick their hand down my shirt, so it should be safe. "Wait," Mulan instructs, coming to a stop at the tree line and forcing us to stop as well. "The tower; we always have sentries guarding the entrance. Stay close." I draw Excalibur out of its sheath, wondering if I could actually be of any use or if I should just hope that whatever threat we face is as blind as I am.
The camp is destroyed—bodies are lying all over, most of the structures smoking or still on fire. There are gaping wounds in the chests and I know without a close examination that their hearts are missing because this is how a trademark few kill. "Oh no," I moan, clutching my middle and backing up a couple of steps. "I'd say they know about Cora." The scene is achingly familiar, reminding me of the time I walked in on Papa with his hand in Trista's chest. My stomach does a little flip, the small breakfast from earlier making a guest appearance.
"Our land was protected! How did the Ogres find it?" Mulan is panicking, missing the details of the deaths.
"If this is Ogres, then I'm Captain Hook's daughter." My sarcasm earns me a glare from Snow. "Everyone's thinking it, I'm just saying it." I pause a second, realizing that I was quoting Gibbs from Pirates of the Caribbean. Smirking I add the last bit under my breath," Pirates." Emma snorts a little, overhearing me and understanding the quote. Yay for me, I'm not the only dork in the group. I clear my throat awkwardly when I notice that Snow is still glaring at me. "Unless their hearts learned how to jump out on their own, Cora killed all of these people."
"We have to stop her before she has the chance to hurt other people," Snow says, taking on an authoritative tone. Did she learn that back in her palace days? Mulan opens her mouth to respond, but is cut off by Emma calling everyone's attention to a hand moving around in the air.
"There's someone under there," Aurora shouts, all of us moving to join Emma in shoving the dead body off the person underneath. "He's alive."
"Please," the person, a man, begs, letting us drag him out into the open. Most would call him handsome I suppose, with a strong jaw, beautiful blue eyes, and a bit of stubble, but there's something familiar about him. Have I seen him before? I guess it's not out of the question since Papa was contacted by several people. He's dressed is bulky clothes that have seen better days, dirt smeared on his forehead above his right eye. "Please, don't hurt me."
"It's okay," Snow tells him soothingly," you're safe now, we won't hurt you."
"Thank you….Thank you." There's something about his eyes….If I could just figure out what it is I might have the puzzle solved. Where have I seen those eyes before? There are several rings on his finger, leading me to believe he might have been well off before the curse—a wealthy merchant maybe. The man's panicked gaze lands on me and I get the sense that he's a very good actor. His breaths come out as gasps, but those eyes are calm and calculating.
"Morgan, help me get him to one of the tables," Emma says. I give a sigh, moving to the man's other side and wrapping one of his strong arms around my shoulders with one of my arms around his waist—grunting as Emma and I haul him to his feet. The arm around my shoulders ends in a stump, making me wonder how he lost his hand. God, this guy even smells familiar! There was a mixture of leather and something sweet. I take a deep breathe, breathing in the scent and feeling tears stinging my eyes. Why the hell would it make me cry?
"Are you okay," the man asks as he sits down. "You look a bit faint." His voice shakes, but is still smooth and deep. I can easily imagine him singing soft lullabies or shouting out orders meant not be followed to the letter.
"I'm fine," I answer, backing away quickly and accidentally running into Aurora. "Excuse me, I need to get some air."
"But, we're outside already." I ignore him, walking quickly towards one of the buildings that didn't look too badly burned. I find a nice dark corner inside and curl into a ball, closing my eyes and concentrating on the sweet smell. What is it? What is it? What is it? Sweet Pea—that's what it is! But why would that cause such a reaction in me, I only smell it when….Wait, we don't have any of those flowers in Storybrooke…. What the hell is up with me today?
"Hey, we're gonna question him." I give Snow a nod, standing up and wrapping my arms around myself. "Are you sure you're okay, Morgan?" And there's her concerned teacher side making its grand entrance.
"Why should you care," I ask a bit harsher than I meant to," after all, I'm just Rumpelstiltskin's daughter."
"Okay, what is that supposed to mean?"
"Ever since you remembered who I was, you've been pretty bitchy. Stow away anything you think you know about me, you don't know jack shit—I'm not a monster like people think and neither is my papa!" Sending her one last glare, I march over to the others. The interrogation has already begun and I stand next to the Princess as Emma continue to talk with only a single look in my direction.
"An island full of corpses. You're the only one to escape—how exactly did that happen?" His left ear is pierced, the earring moving whenever he does. She short dark hair is tousled and the pitiful expression on his face is enough to make some part buried deep inside me ache to comfort him and tell him everything's going to be alright.
"She attacked at night," he explains," slaughtered everyone in one fell swoop. When she started ripping out people's hearts I hid under the bodies of those who had already been killed. Pretended to be dead myself." He clutched his cup tightly, small tremors in his hand making the cup shake as well. "Mercifully, the ruse worked." Why does his speech seem like he practiced it in front of the mirror?
"So much for fortune favoring the brave."
"It was all I could do to survive." Emma sits on the bench, looking the man directly in the eye. Is this her truth-finding thing that Henry told me about?
"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. I'm pretty good at knowing when someone is lying to me."
"I'm telling you the truth." Yeah, and the jock always survives in a horror movie, I think to myself with a roll of my eyes.
"We should leave here in case Cora decides to come back," Mulan interrupts and Emma leans back so she's no longer in the man's face.
"We should start searching for a new portal back to Storybrooke," Snow adds. "I only got about five minutes with my husband, not to mention my grandson."
"You have a grandson," the man asks with a smile.
"I spent less time than that with my papa," I grumble, barely catching the man's sour expression. He hides it quickly, changing back to that of a relieved survivor instead of unhappy hitchhiker. What's his deal? Emma moves around to stand behind the man, slowly and discreetly maneuvering until she has a wicked looking knife out. Looks like the shit's about to hit the fan.
"I know these lands well, I could guide you—"
"You're not gonna guide us anywhere until you tell us who you really are," Emma states, yanking his head back with a fistful of hair and the knife pressed against his throat.
In case you were wondering who I based Trista's looks on, I always picture Angel Coulby from Merlin.
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