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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
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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
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Dark Castle
I stare longingly out my bedroom window, holding my small kitten in my arms as the dark cloud of magic looms ever nearer. Papa told me what was going to happen before he allowed himself to be imprisoned, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. I look down at the black cat, petting it softly. "Sometimes I think he cares more about other people's business than me," I say softly while going to my bed and lying down. The cat meows, snuggling closer to me for warmth. "When he gets obsessed like this it's like I fall into the background or something." The kitten, Fidget, licks my cheek before promptly falling asleep. At least he can sleep; I'll probably lay awake for hours again.
Careful not to wake Fidget, I get out of bed and walk down to Papa's spinning room. He basically lived in here for the most part; this is where he stored everything, including what I came in here to see: the Holy Grail. He'd gotten it from some knight or another that he made a deal with. It was so pretty—silver with a few jewels around the rim and sparkling even in the dim lighting. I look at my reflection, hoping to see even the faintest resemblance to the man I love most in this world; like usual, I put the cup down in disappointment. I looked nothing like my papa and I acted even less like him. Sighing, I walk over to a sword made for a great man and pick it up, brandishing it like my papa taught me. Excalibur was amazing; it was like the sword knew what I wanted to do.
Knowing that the curse was even closer, I begin to practice and hope that I will not forget how to wield the blade I hold. Papa had taught me about the Dark Curse; he told me not to panic, that he would find me in the land without magic that all of us would be transported to. Despite my fears, I was determined to make my papa proud and keep my mind of the curse so I do not give into my nerves. The night grows darker and I drop Excalibur as I fall to the ground unconscious.
Storybrooke
Groaning, I roll onto my side and hit the snooze button on my alarm clock; six-thirty was too early for a teenager to be expected to get up and learn shit. "Morgan," Papa calls from downstairs," get ready and I'll take you to Granny's." He probably has to collect rent or something. I take a quick shower and pull on strapless black dress, the front stopped just above my knees and the back was slightly longer, and my Nightmare on Elm Street jacket. Papa hated the dress, but I wore it because it was comfortable and classier than sweats and a Daryl Dixon tee-shirt. My wardrobe consisted of things I bought at Hot Topic and Blackheart.
"Ready," I tell him as I sit at the foot of the staircase in our house and slip on my black flats. Papa smiles, showing his two gold teeth, and holds out a hand to help me to my feet. "How's your leg today?" He shrugs as we walk out to his car, leaning on his cane a little more than usual.
"It's not too bad." I stop on the front steps of our porch with narrowed eyes and my arms crossed over my chest. Papa sighs in exasperation as he turns to face me once more, knowing this was going to be one of my stubborn days. "I swear to you, dear, it hurts no worse than it usually does, but standing around isn't going to improve it any no matter how hard you glare." I crack a smile at him as we climb into his car.
"Are we completely sure that my glaring doesn't work?" Papa chuckles, never taking his eyes off the road. "Papa?"
"Yes?"
"Why don't I have an accent like you do?" That question, among others, has bugged me all my life. I wasn't much like my papa no matter how hard I tried and I felt I disappointed him at times. Papa's brow creases in confusion and he shakes his head, sparing me a quick glance before returning his attention back to the road.
"You didn't grow up in Scotland like I did, you grew up here in Maine." Well, I guess that makes enough sense for the moment. Nodding, I let the subject drop and we spend the rest of the drive in silence. "I wonder whose car that is." I look out my window and see a beat-up yellow VW bug in the parking lot of Grannies.
"Breakfast time, Papa," I quietly remind him, opening my door and getting out, quickly grabbing my book The Book of Mordred before I shut the door and follow papa inside the restaurant. I order my usual—scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, and a Mountain Dew. I had to hurry through breakfast because the tech bus would pull into the school parking lot in about five minutes and papa doesn't like me skipping. Great, another day to be surrounded by the complete idiot known as my classmates.
"So, are we still going to see a movie after dinner or has something come up?" Papa often had business to deal with and we rarely got to do fun things together away from his shop or home.
"Of course, Morgan; what movie is it again?"
"The Croods." Chuckling, he moves some of his brown hair out of his face. I'd seen the movie twice already, but papa's only seen the commercial. He nods his head, gesturing for me to finish eating so we can have time to get snacks before the movie starts. As we walk up to the register to pay I notice a blonde woman is already there talking to the owner that everybody in Storybrooke knows as Granny. "Swan, Emma Swan," she smiles so Granny can write it down for a reservation.
"Hmm," Papa smiles, gaining everyone's attention," Emma. What a lovely name."
"Thanks," Emma says, looking a little creeped out. Yeah, papa had a tendency to cause that reaction in a lot of people sometimes.
Granny hands papa a roll of money for rent, meaning tonight's dinner was basically a free one. "It's all here," she assures him.
"Yes, of course it is, dear, thank you." He turns to face Emma again. "You enjoy your stay, Emma." I smile at Granny, Ruby, and Emma shyly before following papa outside to his car. I couldn't help but think of Belt when he says dun dun dunnnnn. That just seemed appropriate for the setting.
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