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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
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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
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Dark Castle—Past
Rumple ran his hands through his hair, tossing aside another scroll that detailed the legends of Excalibur. He still couldn't find the reason why a powerful sword would choose his daughter over a knight turned King. Sure, she had a pure soul—the pure soul of a child yet to corrupted—but that still doesn't mean she needed such a weapon.
He sighs, his forehead resting on the table with his arms hanging limply at his sides, his strange colored eyes closed in thought. Could it be that the sword came to her because hers was the only worthy soul in the area? He supposed that could be it, but she had no trace of royal blood in her veins and many of the old legends stated that the owner of Excalibur was supposed to be a leader of sorts.
What could a little girl possibly be a leader of except the small dolls she enjoyed playing with and Trista's old cat? Perhaps her Pirate father was worth something when he was younger and so that titled passed to her without anyone's knowledge? That was more likely than any other thing he could come up with, her father may have had royal blood in his veins and never knew it.
"Papa," a small voice calls out. He raises his head just enough to peek at his daughter, the corners of his mouth tilting up in a smile when he sees her sitting on the floor with the Holy Grail in her hands. "Are you okay?"
"Papa's fine," he answers, his voice giving away just how tired he really was. She nods with a bright smile, going back to staring at her reflection in the cups surface. All her movements had a graceful quality to them, one you'd have to know her well enough to see, like a small bird just learning how to fly. That's what she reminded him of, a baby bird getting used to life around others. He smiles again at the thought, leaning back in his chair to observe the girl easier.
She is his little bird.
Enchanted Forest—Present
Pan and I stand quickly, trying to follow the shapes as best as we can with no real luck. "We can't use magic," Pan says, his hands faltering as another shape blurs past our heads," they're moving too fast."
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," I grumble, feeling the magic coursing through my veins like blood. If they would just stay in one spot for a second, I might be able to bring one down or at least injure it in some way or another. "What are they?"
"Not sure, some type of monkey is what they look like." He shrugs, not caring, but the fact that a monkey is on the attack and soaring through the air gives me pause. "What? What is it, Aveena?"
"Flying monkeys," I turn to face him with a disbelieving expression. "Really, as if it's not bad enough, we get mugged by flying monkeys?!" Can't a girl grieve in peace before the crazy shit starts happening? I raise my hands on defense again as a monkey swoops lower than before, chattering away. "Did I just get chewed out by a monkey?"
"Stranger things have happened."
"Yeah, the sad part is that you're telling the truth." While I was talking to Pan, another monkey had swooped down, its taloned foot wrapping around one of my wrists and jerking me into the air, rising higher and higher until he pushed through the canopy of the trees. Another monkey flies after the one holding me, Pan in its grasp, screeching as its wings beat powerfully against the wind.
"Aveena!"
"Pan!" I suddenly picture a scene from Van Helsing when a vampire has Anna in a similar grasp, in that movie she had been able to cut the vampire's ankle and drop safely to the ground, but if I fell right now I would probably break my neck. I look up at the monkey, watching as its face contorts into a strange type of smile, the fur on its body a pale gray. The thing that struck me the most was how human its eyes were, almost too intelligent for a simian. Had magic turned someone into a monkey slave? "You know who sends flying monkeys after people?"
"I have an idea."
"Me too, I just hope I'm wrong because I don't think I have enough strength to lift a house, let alone drop one on someone."

"So," I ask after a while in silence, now cradled against the monkeys' chest instead of dangling by my wrist," you know any good traveling games?" Pan gives a sarcastic laugh, cringing slightly when the monkey carrying him gives another screech.
"How long do you suppose we've been flying?"
"I don't know, my watch doesn't tell time." I laugh at the unintentional Spy Kids reference, feeling pleased with myself. Oh great, now I really want to watch movies in a land that doesn't even have freaking TV. I let out a frustrated grumble, wishing I had a ponytail to keep my hair out of my face as the wind whips it around again and back in my eyes. "Where do you think she set up shop?"
"That castle seems to be our destination, so I'll say right there!" He has to yell over the sound of the wind and the noise the monkey's wings make. I chance a peek below us, finding a castle made of white stone with a garden on one of the higher levels and several intimidating spikes surrounding it. Regina's castle—I guess I ended up here after all. That figures, but at least I know I can poof out of here and back to Papa's castle.
Slowly, the monkeys begin their descent, putting us down on the uppermost balcony and shoving us into the room. It's obviously a bedroom, the large four-poster dominating the room along with a vanity and a wardrobe. An onyx rug covers the floor, a pattern of interlaced runes sewed on it in silver thread with a large R directly in the center. Alright, so this is Regina's room. I bet if I opened the wardrobe, it would be filled with all of the dark weird clothes she liked to wear in this land.
"Ah, you've arrived sooner than I expected." I turn at the unfamiliar voice, finding a woman standing in the doorway of the room. With her long, curling red hair, blue eyes, and curvy figure she could be considered drop dead sexy, but the green skin is a definite turn off.
"Well, monkeys are faster than taxis," I shrug, moving a step closer to Pan. The woman grins, her teeth startlingly white against her moss-colored complexion. "Really though, I've heard the saying 'turning green with envy', but aren't you taking it a bit far?"
"That's quite enough, Aveena." Oh great, another person I've never met before that seems to know my name. Papa, what'd you do to piss this one off? "Don't look so shocked, I've been watching you for quite some time." The longer I study her, the surer I become that this is the type of lady who sneaks into your house at night and kills your pet just to send a message. Insanity burns brightly in her eyes and echoes in her laugh. "You're the one that Rumpelstiltskin raised—the daughter of a pirate and an unfaithful wife, the only one in years who's been able to handle Excalibur."
My hand moves to rest on the hilt of Excalibur on instinct, the cool metal reassuring me that while she has magic, it won't work on the blade. "Yeah, Cal and I are good buddies, we could almost be one in the same. Would you like to test the theory?" I pull the sword out of its sheath, taking on the proper position to fight with it. "Magic against steel?"
"Oh, I don't think so." She laughs again, the sound grating on my nerves. "No, I know all about that sword, it deflects magic and I don't feel like dying just yet." She nods to the monkeys behind me, smiling as they take hold of Pan and me and drag us out of the room. "I'll talk to you soon, dear, don't worry."
We're dragged to the lowest level of the castle, the dungeons made of dark stone with piles of hay at the bottom of the cells. I'm thrown in one with Pan thrown into the one beside me, the bars slammed shut and caging us in. It smells damp here, the straw moldy from how long it's been down here without being changed. I wrinkle my nose, curling up in the corner farthest from the straw and beginning to shiver. "She's carved runes in the stone," Pan says softly, beginning to pace," they block any magic we might use."
"She was prepared," I nod," but prepared for who? Those runes are way stronger than the ones she would need if she wanted us to stay put. She's expecting someone stronger, someone like my Papa." And I have no way to stop her—no house to drop, no water to throw, I'm officially screwed.
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