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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
- 73-73
- 74-74
- 75-75
- 76-76
- 77-77
- 78-78
- 79-80
- 80-81
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The Borders of Camelot—Past
Rumpelstiltskin looks around at his surroundings in distaste, the woods around him slowly decaying from their natural beauty as the war against Morgana and Mordred continues. All the use of magic was making the nature wilt, though it was not all Morgana's fault, the so-called King and his wizard were not helping it any.
Not far away, Aveena was perched in front of a dying flower, her dark hair shining with dark brown highlights in the sun. It isn't healthy for the child to remain cooped up in his castle all the time, but he had grown fond of the child and wanted to protect her at all costs, which is why she was with him now. Sounds of war brought unpleasant memories to the surface and it wasn't until he could feel his daughter's small hands clenching the fabric of his cloak that he realized they were no longer by themselves.
Arthur Pendragon stood at an appropriate distance, his keen blue eyes missing the child completely as they fixed on Rumple's face. His gold hair was tousled from the wind and there were bloodstains seeping into the red tunic he wore over his chainmail, turning the expensive cloth brown. "You came." He sounded shocked, as though he had not expected the Imp to show when he was called.
"And you're late," Rumple points out with a sneer. "Why did you call me here?"
"I need your assistance, Dark One, I cannot defeat my enemy without your help. Merlin grows weaker by the hour, his heart is yearning for the woman he loves."
"Love, such a worthless emotion when you think about it. Very well! But everything comes with a price, Dearie. If you want me to give your wizard a boost, then you must give me something in return."
"Anything, what would you have?"
"Morgana's head, preferably without the bother of her body being attached to it."
"What use would you have with her head?"
"That's for me to know. Now, do we have a deal?" He waves his hand, a quill appearing there and the contract penned in gold ink appearing on the stump between the two. Arthur looks pained, as though he would regret his next choice of words.
"I refuse to behead a dead woman, my enemy or not."
"Very well, then your price for wasting my time is that pretty sword of yours—Excalibur." The man's hand goes to the hilt of his sword, already beginning to back away.
"No one unworthy shall possess this sword." Rumple opens his mouth, intending to say that Arthur was as unworthy as they came, when Aveena stepped forward with her head tilted to the side, as though she were able to hear something. "What's happening?!" The sword seemed to be reacting to something, a magic similar to Rumple's and yet lighter.
In quick succession, the sword flew out of its scabbard, did a few twirls in mid-flight, the steel singing as it cuts through the air before flying towards Aveena's outstretched hand. She held it easily, as though it weighed nothing. "It appears that Excalibur prefers my daughter to your company. I suggest you return to your men before they think you deserted them and leave you to fight Morgana and her son by yourself."
And, with one final taunting giggle, Rumple and Aveena vanished.
Enchanted Forest—Present
"Snow," Aurora says in shock," Morgan….What happened?"
"We're back," Snow answers sadly. I look around me at the open field, a pavilion set in the center a few feet away. "It's, uh, good to see you again, Aurora."
"You too. Morgan, are you alright? You look like you're about to cry." The Princess's gentle question has me wiping tears off my cheeks, but at least I'm not sobbing anymore. Belle grasps one of my hands, giving me a teary smile. I can't return it, there's no way in hell that will be possible so soon after losing Papa and Henry.
"Excuse me," I say in a quiet voice, walking away from the others towards the trees where I would, hopefully, find silence. There's too much going on for me right now, I just want to curl up in a ball to sleep and never wake up again. A few feet in, I curl up at the base of an old tree, the ancient magic that flows through it keeping me warm as it seeps into me. The events of the past few weeks catches up to me—being kidnapped by Pan, fighting an evil nightmare monster, watching Papa sacrifice himself, watching Henry drive off into the sunset with his mom while I was transported back to fairy-tale land in my damn nightgown.
I close my eyes, focusing on taking deep breaths, and before I know it, I've fallen asleep.
The dream was life-like, I almost didn't notice it was a dream, but one thing was missing—the familiar thrum of magic that ran through Storybrooke. I was frozen in place once more, forced to watch as Papa held Felix close to him in a twisted sort of hug and stabbed them both. I couldn't control anything as I was freed from the spell, dropping to my knees. That was where the dream differed from the real life events.
I was suddenly by myself on the street save for Papa's body, everyone else has vanished as a great purple cloud of magic was rolling towards me, swallowing the town as it went. I crawl to Papa, wrapping my arms around him and getting no response. The cloud of magic hits hard, swirling around me like water does to the boats docked in the harbor. It wasn't suffocating, but it was uncomfortable and terrifying. I look down at my hands, the high-pitched whistle of the wind inside the cloud making me want to cover my ears.
I froze in the motion of raising my hands to my ears when I saw my palms, suddenly not caring about the wind. They were stained crimson, a familiar dagger clutched tightly in my left hand. That's when, despite the state I was in, I realized that everything was turned around like a reflection in the mirror, I had used the left hand to kill Papa, and the cloud was coming from where the town line lay when that's where it should have ended.
I jerk away from the tree, landing hard on the leaf-strewn ground and scrambling away as quickly as I can. "Vee, are you alright?" Dad kneels down in front of me, cupping my face in his warm hand and looking into my tear-filled eyes.
"It's nothing," I say with a sniffle," just a bad dream." He doesn't look convinced, but he says nothing about it as he picks me up and carries me back to the group. Horses were gathered in the clearing, everyone seeming to have claimed one except for me. "Put me down, I've been walking by myself since I was one."
"What's the point, I have to help you up on my horse anyway. We're off to find a ship."
"No." My answer seems to shock him as he sets me down on my feet. "The only place I'm going from here is back home to the castle."
"The Queen's castle?"
"Papa's, it's all I have left of him, so that's where I'm going. I'll rebuild it from the ground up if I have to, I don't care, but I'm not going to spend the rest of my life sailing from place to place on a stupid ship!"
"Easy, Vee, I never said you had to."
"What's going on," Charming asks, walking over to us.
"It's nothing, just a misunderstanding." David opens his mouth to say something, but Hook cuts him off impatiently. "Why don't you go take care of your own family while I handle what's left of mine!" David squares his jaw, turning his back to my dad to look down at me. Oh sure, I get transported back in my nightgown, but he gets the fancy clothes.
"Are you okay, Morgan?"
"I'm fine," I nod, wrapping my arms around myself as the wind picks up. The magic in it calms my nerves, but as the wind picks up even more, I can make out a hum as familiar as my own voice. Swiftly, I hold out my hand and Excalibur appears there seconds afterwards, its sheath showing up at my feet. David looks impressed with the way I handle the blade, sliding it into its sheath before kissing the jewel-encrusted hilt, hugging it tightly to my body.
"I know that look, that's your I've got a plan face and it's never a good plan," Pan says, stepping up beside me and shaking his head. "Whatever your plan is, just forget it because it's probably suicidal."
"So what if it is, maybe I'm tired of living as the daughter of the Dark One or the poor kidnapped little girl. News flash, apparently I'm neither of those things anymore!" I push past the others and over to where Neal and Belle are standing, the former wiping tears off the latter's face. "I'm going home, are you guys coming with me?"
"Let's, uh, let's go with the others first to get our bearings. I bet Papa taught you how to get back to his castle from anywhere big, right?"
"Yeah, and Regina's castle isn't difficult to get out of and back home. I have magic enough to make a map in my head, it's two days' ride from here, so y'all can catch up with me later, I guess."
"Vee," Hook calls, gesturing for me to join him. I walk until I'm standing in front of him, letting him pull me into a tight hug. "You know how to get a message to me if you need to or just want to?"
"Yeah, magic."
"I was thinking more along the lines of these." He pulls two undamaged cell phones out of his pocket and gives me one with a wink. "The magic in this world will keep them charged and I've been learning how to text in my free time." I take the one he's offering and slide it into my boot before throwing my arms around him in a tight hug. "I'll try and visit soon, sweetheart, I promise."
"Don't make promises, they never seem to turn out the way we plan them to." I pull back and wrap my arms around myself, watching him climb into the saddle expertly. "But you will come and visit me or I'll hunt you down and give you a black eye." He laughs a little, bending slightly to pat my head with his good hand before straightening back up. "I…." I take a deep breath, hands balling into fists at my side. "I-I love….You."
"Love you too, Vee."

"Are you two sure about this," David asks anxiously as I use magic to morph my nightgown into a more appropriate outfit for both the cold and for riding. "Why don't you come with us and regain your strength before setting out for your castle?"
"Haven't you heard, Prince Charming, I'm an impatient teenage girl with little to no common sense."
"And apparently I'm the one I charge of making sure she doesn't go and kill herself," Pan adds, lifting me up onto the horse before climbing up behind me. David gives Pan an untrustworthy look, his gaze sliding from the teen and back to me.
"I don't trust him," he says.
"Thanks, I'm not right beside you or anything."
"That's enough, boys," I interrupt before David could pull Pan off the horse and break his face. "I'll be fine, and I'll even send you a letter when I get to where I'm going." Reluctantly he hands the reigns over to Pan, patting my leg before taking a step back so that we can leave. Pan digs his heels into the horse's sides and we take off at a fast gallop, the map I'd made now residing in Pan's head as well. I lean back, content to let him navigate us through the woods while I enjoyed the warmth he offered. "It'll be dark in a few hours."
"Mm-hmm," he hums a little. "How are you doing?"
"As well as can be expected." We fall silent after that and my thoughts drift to happier times, both before the curse was cast and before it was broken.
Later that night finds Pan and I situated around a fire, my back against a tree and a cloak keeping the cold at bay. I don't notice the usual sounds of the woods had quieted until a high-pitched shrieking overhead gets my attention. I lived in the Enchanted Forest for seventeen years, but I've never heard that sound before. My head snaps up, eyes drawn to the fast moving shapes flying through the trees. "What are those?"
"No clue, but I bet they aren't anything good."
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