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The Guardian	By : RavenGuardian Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 1276 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon A Time and I make no money from this fiction. The character of Raven is an original character but any resemblance to any other character or person living or dead is purely coincedental.

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Neither Killian or Emma have returned since they left five days ago and I'm sick of waiting around. My food reserves are running low so I'm going hunting, I've seen plenty of wild turkeys around here. The meat should be enough to feed me for a couple of days.
"You may as well come out," I say, lowering the spear in my hand. "I know that you are there, I am a very difficult person to sneak up on. I thought I was clear about what would happen if you snuck out here to see me. Come, I am taking you home,your family must be worried sick. I suppose you did not even tell anyone where you were going, did you?" The child appears with a sheepish grin that confirms my fears. "I am taking you home, I do not even know why you bothered, you knew that this would be what would happen. You are lucky you are not my child."
"I want you to take me home," the boy tells me, smiling widely. "There is something that I want to show you but I came here straight after school. There wasn't enough room in my bag so I couldn't bring it with me. Emma was right, you are a lot scarier than I remember but I'm still not scared of you. I bet you have a really good story and I love stories. That's why I thought I'd be able to find The Storyteller but I still don't know who it is. You don't need to worry about running into anyone, most of them are at work right now. I know you want them to be able to come to you. We won't run into any of them unless my grandparents realize that I'm late.
I heave out a sigh, jamming the spear into the ground. I offer the boy my hand as a strange window of light forms in front of us. Through the window we can see the street in front of the clock tower. I lead the boy through the window and in a single step we go from the woods to the town. I immediately release the boy and he runs off. I consider just heading home but if I do that he's just going to follow me.
I follow the boy as he races home, leading me into an apartment building. He leads me up a flight of stairs and into one of the apartments. I close the door behind me as he goes running up a set of metal steps. He reappears quickly with a large book tucked under one arm, grabbing my hand so that he can lead me to the sofa. He places the book on the table. I run my hand gently over the leather, tracing the golden lettering. The boy must know that the book is important or he wouldn't have wanted to show it to me. I highly doubt that he knows exactly what he has. This is one of many books like this and they have more power than he could possibly imagine.
"You want to know why I am not in this book," I sigh. "The answer to that is simple, you do not have the right book. This book was written while I was imprisoned, if you wish to read of me then you need one of the older books. If this one is here then the others must be as well. I will see what I can do about finding them for you."
"I knew it," the boy shrieks with excitement. "I knew that there had to be more books. I just knew it, there are too many people missing. Dr. Whale, he used to be Dr. Frankenstein but he's not in the book, he's not even a character from a fairy tale. He must be in one of the other books. If you really can find them I would really like to read them but I've been trying to find them for a long time. I didn't tell anyone that I was looking. I knew that they wouldn't like it, they'd probably think I was crazy again. That's what everyone thought when I first found this one, before the curse was broken."
The front door opens and I surge to my feet. I seem to have forgotten that I only have one and start to topple over. Male arms catch me and prop me up against a chest and I know who it is without looking. Killian is the one who caught me, I have inadvertantly broken my word.
"My apologies," my words are rushed and awkward. "I should not be here, the boy came to find me and I told him that if he did so I would bring him home. He wanted to know why I am not in the book. I never expected that you might come here, I would have insisted that we go somewhere else. This should have been your choice."
"You can't go," the boy jumps up, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from Killian. "You don't understand, we have to find the book that tells your story. We have to find it right now, it's the only thing that can show him the truth. It's the only thing that can show all of them the truth, it can bring you together. You have to see, just wait, promise me you won't go. There's something that you have to see, something that you all have to see. Just wait here, I'll get it, it's the gift that you gave Emma to give for me. The art supplies, when I woke up this morning I decided that I wanted to do some drawing. Only I couldn't, because the sketch book was full. Every single page had been filled, you have to see it, just wait for me to get it."
"All right," I force an awkward laugh at the child's energy. "I will wait for you to bring the sketch book but finding the other book will take time. I can use magic to find it but I have to find something connected to it first. I cannot use the one that you already have, they were written by different people. When it is found it will not be for you to read. There will be many things in it's pages that will not be appropriate for such a young man. You may give it to whomever you like as long as they are an adult."
The boy jumps up and goes clattering up the stairs, reappearing with the sketch book I had made in his hands. He holds the book reverently. He gently pushes the book into my hand, batting Killian away as he tries to intercept it. I frown at Killian's retreating hand, still unable to look into his face. I open the sketch book and my breathing stops when I realize what I'm seeing. Page after page of hand drawn pictures, each and every one of them is me. Not the broken version of me that people see today.
"Kai," I breathe and for the first time I find myself capable of looking into Killian's eyes. "My apologies, I meant Killian, I would recognize this work anywhere. These images, they come from your memories?" Killian nods awkwardly, swallowing deeply as he tries to take the sketch book once more. "Careful, if you do that again, I think the little one might bite you. Oh, this was, this is the happiest day of my life, I never thought that you would remember this day. At least not this soon. I ... I really should go, I should not be forcing you to face this, not until you have all of your memories."
"What is it?" the boy asks, sounding intrigued. "What is it that has gotten you all worked up?" He grabs the sketch book. "Oh, I think I understand, Emma come and look at this, it's beautiful. Killian, did you really draw this?" Killian nods, looking like he wants the floor to open up and swallow him. "Wow, you are really in love with her."
"He does not need to be in love with me," my voice is clogged with emotion. "He simply has to remember the way that he felt on this day. This was my wedding day, our wedding day, his sister had designed this beautful dress. It was stunning but I hated it, it really was not me but I wore it because I knew that it would make her happy. I got out of it as soon as possible. I had a dress that I had made for myself, she said that it was too simple for a woman of my stature. I changed into it as soon as the ceremony was over. It was the first time that whole day that I felt like myself. The dress in the picture is the one that I made for myself."
"I'm not looking at the dress," the boy tells me gently, his fingers ghosting over the page. "I'm looking at your eyes, I've spent my entire life surrounded by true love. Emma woke me with true love's kiss and her parents have shared true love's kiss plenty of time. I know what true love looks like. I know how people who are really in love look at each other and it's this. True love can defeat any curse, it's not the other way around and this is true love. You can pretend that I'm wrong, you might not want to admit that I'm right. It doesn't matter, just ask Mary Margaret and David. I'm really good at making people realize that they're really in love. I managed to get them back together, I can do the same thing for you too."
"It is far more complicated than that," I sigh, not wanting to upset the child. "I have been out of his life for a lot longer than I have been cursed, as far as my family is concerned I abandoned them. They just woke up one day and I was gone. I left Killian and I left your Father and I just dropped off the face of the earth. I never came back, as far as I can tell they never even heard a whisper about me. That happened around a hundred years before the first curse. Killian knows me well enough to recognize my work when he sees it. I am the one who created The Dark Curse and he knows it. He knows that I'm the one responsible for seperating him from his own son. A hundred years after he believed that I had died."
Emma grabs the boy and pulls him away from me sharply as every person draws away from me. Every person, that is except for one, Killian takes a step closer. His hand is balled into a fist and he's shaking with rage. I expect the blow that's coming but I don't bother to avoid it, allowing the blow to connect. His fist impacts my jaw and I allow my head to roll with the force of it. A single blow just doesn't seem enough for him and he begins to raise them down on me in earnest. After a moment the others in the room recover. I don't even try to defend myself and they finally seem to notice. Before any of them can react I lose consciousness.
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“Suck her, Alexander! Eat her cunt! Show her how good I have it when she is not here!”
“Ha!” Anya laughs at me as I recite the words that I have been forced to say. “If it weren’t for me eating your cunt, bitch, you wouldn’t know a tongue from an oven mitt!”
“Like Bobby does not ... oh, hell with it, Anya, your tits ..." I reach out for Anya’s flawless breasts, cupping them and squeezing, playing the role that I have to play for my captor to agree to cast The Dark Curse. Toph returns the favor, pulling and twisting my nipples as easily as she would manipulate my captor.
Soon, our fondling of each other’s breasts pulls us closer together. Our lips meet and I have to remind myself that I'm doing this to protect my family. We kiss furiously, both still whipping our naked asses against Alexander. I bounce on his cock and she does the same on his face.
Meanwhile, Alexander is having some trouble breathing. He puts his hands on Anya’s hips, adjusting her straddle across his face. It doesn’t help much and I find myself actually enjoying his discomfort. Still, he licks and kisses at Anya's snatch as he thrusts himself into my gyrating body. He ponders how, despite being weighed down by our squirming, twisting bodies, he feels like he's flying. His mind is screaming loud enough for me to hear him.
His battle-scarred body sings, as if the pleasure of the present act is wiping all traces of pain from his taut, tingling nerves. He wants to come, come desperately, and it takes all his skills in meditation to keep from simply giving in to my demanding body. Anya’s intoxicating taste is driving him insane so hopefully we won't be at this for much longer. He fight to keep his mind on the thrusting of his hips. He also has to pay attention to his lips pleasuring Anya and it's keeping him from his release.
Alexander’s breath is still short; his balls big as boulders as I silently pray for his release. When I come down on him, he feels the smoothness of my naked ass brushed against them. He suddenly can’t stop thinking of how magnificent my bare ass is. The hair on his balls feels like lightning rods, struck every time I slam my ass down. He claps his hand on my hip, wordlessly informing me he is about to come.
With a sudden mischievousness, I push Anya from Alexander’s head. I move over Alexander’s body to take his place as Anya lands upside-down next to the couch.
"Hey!” the woman cries. She is placated by my tongue ravishing her cunt, as strong and liquid as any she has ever experienced. “Hey…”
Alexander rolls out from under me. I want to get this over with as fast as possible and for that they both need release. I stand beside the couch, aiming Alexander's cock at Anya. I stroke it as I transform myself one by one into all the women he’s known in his life. I focus on those who were fantastically beautiful both in body and spirit. As they both find release, I sigh in relief.
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