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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
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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
- 81-82
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"It's a lacking rune," Regina says, my branded hand held gently in both of hers. "It's ancient and the A in the center is the first initial of the person who did this—probably another Alp if Morgan's nightmares hold any real meaning. This new Alp means to make her suffer for playing a part in Felix's demise." She shrugs with a frown, tracing the runes.
"That's not entirely right," I say quietly," they're interlaced, that means something else, it means the Alp wants to possess me. It'll try and take me over the way Felix did Pan, or something similar to that process." I stare down at the runes, pale against the tanned skin of my palm and looking distorted as all dark runes do. "Papa would know how to fix it, but my papa's gone."
"Well, lucky for you that you have the next best person—you have me." I nod, not really paying attention to anyone as I begin to drift in and out of sleep—catching bits and pieces of the same nightmare. Small things had changed in it, the grief was beginning to fade.
Three weeks later, the grief is mainly bottled up inside and the Alp was working its mojo without anyone suspecting it. It's clear to no one but myself that I'm slowly losing more control the harder I try to fight, so why bother fighting? Why shouldn't I just mix up a potion and kick the Alp out? With a smile, I walk through the halls of the palace towards Regina's potion room. It's empty, all the important people upstairs in the council room arguing.
All the necessary ingredients are grouped together, ready to brew once they reach a decision about what would be best for me. I'm tired of waiting, tired of letting other people decide my fate while I sit on the sidelines like a damsel in distress. I pour a bit of each in a small cauldron, stirring the liquid until it was a crimson color. With a dark laugh, I pour the potion into a small vile and then down its contents in one go, coughing and sputtering afterwards.
It was like trying Vodka for the first time without the burn. Shaking in pain, I drop to my knees as the Alp is forced out of me, the black smoky shadow screeching before dissipating entirely—destroyed for good. The mark on my hand slowly fades but doesn't disappear entirely, the bottle holding my emotions beginning to fissure and letting them seep out. I squint around me as the room begins to spin, the dizziness forcing me further down until I'm lying on the cold stone.
I squeeze my eyes shut, but the dizziness only intensifies until it suddenly stops a few minutes later—so joltingly that I'm jerked to the side. Blinking in the harsh and sudden light, I look around me at the new and unfamiliar surroundings. Instead of the stone of the castle I'm sitting in the exact center a meadow. "What," I ask, voice hoarse from disuse. "Where the hell…?"
"You're imagining things," a cold voice from behind me states. I turn slightly, jumping when I notice just who's standing there. It was like looking into a fun-house mirror, but instead of me being super tall or distorted, I look like a completely different person. My reflection's thick hair is hanging loose in waves, a shade darker than my natural coloring; everything seems to be a shade off—the eyes too much darker, the skin too pale, the smile too twisted to belong to me.
The dress is all black and clinging too tightly for it to be something I would willingly pick out for myself. I come to the conclusion slowly, my mind struggling to process things after the intense reaction to the potion. This isn't the normal me, this is the dark side I keep hidden away and out of reach of the world—she's the side no one would want to meet in a dark alley if they wanted to come out the other end with all their fingers and credit cards. "You're—"
"Yes," she smiles, a smile that was truly evil, a smile I learned from Papa. "I'm the you that's been suppressed all these years, I'm the price of that magic you just enacted. Now you're trapped in that pretty little head of yours and I have free reign." She laughs, twirling a lock of hair around one slender finger. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and have a little fun. Good luck escaping." Smoke begins to swirl around her feet, dark and heavy. If I let her leave now, she'll take over my weakened body and destroy everything!
Not thinking entirely before I act, I lunge forward and tackle the reflection to the ground, bring my fist down with enough force to send the reflection into unconsciousness. Breathing hard and still a little out of it, I lay back on the soft grass, breathing hard as I try to figure out how to get back to the real world.
Somewhere in the Real World….
Killian shivers, sitting up on the narrow bed the inn provided and looking around to make sure that no one was in the room with him. That was strange, it was like the air had shifted just enough that he had noticed it, almost enough to be purposeful. "Who's there," he calls out, his voice seeming to echo in the silence, too loud even though he knows that it had been spoken in a normal tone. When no one steps forward, Killian lights the candle on his bedside table, the faint glow illuminating the room and chasing away the shadows of sleep.
No one is in the room except for himself, making him wonder if he was finally losing his mind. He sighs, flopping back down on the bed and burying his face in the lumpy pillow, longing for the soft ones in Storybrooke. He turns his face, knowing he'd be no use to anyone if he smothered himself, but as he turned his face, his blue eyes land on the little cellular device that rested beside the candle. He was certain that Aveena would have contacted him by now, but the device had remained silent no matter how many of those messages he had sent her when nobody was looking.
Something is wrong, he knows that much, but did it have anything to do with his daughter? It would have been easy for her to have lost her own device or she was just ignoring him. He'd never be the father that Rumpelstiltskin has been to her, he doesn't know all her little quirks or what to do when she got sick. Rumple took all that away from him, but he also raised a girl to be proud of. "Vee, what's going on," he whispers to no one, letting out a heavy sigh.
"Help…."
The whispered cry had been unexpected and made him sit straight up, looking around wildly. It had definitely came from in the room, but, after a quick look, he knew it was still empty. "Hello? Who's there?"
"Daddy….I can't see you."
"Aveena?!" It was silent after that, no more cried for help from that tiny, pleading voice that had so obviously belonged to his baby. "What is going on?" He tangles his fingers in his short hair, pulling slightly to ensure he wasn't dreaming. You didn't feel pain in your dreams, not actual physical pain, but he felt the sting a few hairs being pulled out. So he's awake and that voice had been real. He grabs up the phone, pressing the little button near the bottom to make the device light up. There was no message of a missed call, nor was there anything in the recent calls section to suggest that the voice had come from the phone.
"It's bad, Daddy, really bad. I think I'm going to die here."
In Morgan's Mind
"Daddy," I shout exhaustedly," I need help!" There's no voice to return my shout this time, making me think I imagined the entire thing. I curl up next to a pond, the water clear and still like a sheet of glass, instead of my own reflection, I see my father sitting up in bed. He's in some crappy inn, looking tired and a little panicked. The other me is still unconscious next to me, her breathing nothing more than shallow gasps.
Will I be trapped in my own head forever?
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