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The Guardian	By : RavenGuardian Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 1279 -:- 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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As soon as I step inside the church a hush comes over the hustle and bustle that had pervaded the space. Under different circumstances I would balk at the reaction but this time it's different. I can feel those who are sleeping, it's like they're calling to me, no one has to tell me where to go.
"You do not need to come with me," I say softly, my feet carrying me away before the words have finished leaving my lips. "I know where I have to go, I can feel them. I can feel all of them, Killian was right, there were a lot more people here than I thought there could be. The curse was only meant for him and for my children but this goes far beyond that. All of them, remembering at once, their minds completely unguarded, I can feel it all. I can see it, hear it but more than that, it is like I am experiencing it. Not just from their side but on mine too, it is like reliving hundreds of moments all at the same time. Killian's younger brother is in there, he died once, being torn apart by wolves. He is reliving it now, every moment of it and I am remembering standing there and watching. At the same time I am discovering that my wife has had a child wih another man through the mind of another. At the same time as discovering that Killian genuinely has another daughter. That one is real as in not in someone's head, he genuinely had another child after I was gone."
"Killian has children?" Mary Margaret squeals, hurrying to catch up with me. "More than one of them?" She shakes her head. "This I have got to see, I would love it if you were to show me which ones, I want to see if I can see him in their faces. Of all the men to have a hidden child he is the last person that I would expect. I can't imagine him as a Father, then again I guess I only know the pirate version of him."
"From what little I have seen he is not that different," I assure her. "He has always walked on a tightrope between the light and the dark, wanting to be good but revelling in the darkness. He has three children, the eldest two are ours. The youngest I did not even know about until I was here but that is all right, I have an additional three. I am glad that he found a woman he cared enough about to have a child with. I was not so lucky as to choose the Father's of my youngest three but that does not mean that I love them any less. All these memories, it is too much, I have to focus on one mind at a time."
"OK," Mary Margaret sighs softly, placing what is meant to be a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "We'll start with whoever is closest to the door, you focus on them. The whole point of you coming here was to find out who they all are. They can't close their minds but I'm presuming that you can so that's what you do. You close your mind to everything but the person you're looking at, once you know who they are you can leave them be. It's OK, I'm going to stay right here, you won't be alone."
"Move your hand," my words may sound harsh but my voice isn't. "My apologies, it is nothing personal but it has been a long time since I have been touched by someone who has not immediately bought me pain. I cannot focus on them. Not if I am focused on your hand, though I do very much appreciate the sentiment. I would very much enjoy the company, thank you, I am not sure that I could do this alone. You already knew that, it is why you are still here, it is why you did not interrupt when Killian suggested that I come here. You did not want me to be alone."
I take a step forward and turn to the first bed I come to, focusing in on the mind of the figure inside of it. Next to the bed an old man is seated, holding one of the figures hands between both of his own. The old man's forehead rests on the trio of hands but it's his face that takes my breath away. I have seen that look on more faces than I can count. When you live as long as I have you learn to understand grief and this is the grief that a father has for his son. Mary Margaret opens her mouth and I instinctively know that she's going to order everyone out of the room. I stop her before she can make a sound. I move smoothly around the opposite side of the bed to him, taking up a position very similar to his. The figure in the bed seems to shift between being a grown man and being a child. I bend and place a kiss gently on the forehead of the shifting figure. The shifting stops and he stabilizes as a full grown man, a relieved sounding sigh escaping his lips. The old man looks up at me with tears in his eyes, blinking hard when he fully takes in what he's seeing. After a second he smiles his thanks and drops his head once more.
"The name that he has chosen for himself is August," even I can hear the emotion in my voice. "He was able to outrun the second curse, it never changed him, he changed himself. The first curse turned him into Pinocchio, a living puppet who became a real boy. Before any of that his name was Bard, he was born blind, it is what activated his power. I only ever saw it from a distance, I was never able to experience it for myself. He had the ability to create illusions through music, I names him as The Storyteller on that list. Now I am surprised that Henry did not figure out who he was, he changed the book. He loves Emma, but not in the way that everyone thinks he does, he loves her like a sister. She reminds him of his younger sister, he knew her as Arya and even though he dis not remember her he recognized her in Emma. Actually it is more like a cross between both of his sisters. The Wolf and The Mermaid, Emma would be the perfect mixture of them both."
"The Wolf and The Mermaid?" Mary Margaret looks around. "Oh, Ruby and Ariel, OK I can kind of see that, she's definitely a lighter version of Ruby. You can stop, you know, I don't think Killian really knew what he was asking you to do. He didn't know how it would effect you, I don't think even you knew. I can see it, it's written all over your face, this is destroying you and you already knew that he was here. You don't have to do this to yourself, let me take you home, we can come back tomorrow."
"You are probably right," I can barely contain the pain in my voice. "I know what he really wanted from me, he wanted to know if a specific person was here. Someone who is supposed to be dead, it is a complicated story but I know that he is here now. I am supposed to be stronger than this, I am the one who is supposed to have all of the answers. That is the way that it has always been, I do not know how to be anyone else. Apart from now it does not seem as if I have any choice in the matter. I cannot begin to explain how infuriating that it, you are right, we should go."
As I stand my emotions get the best of me and I lose control of the magic that approximates my lower leg. I tip sideways, catching myself on the rail of the headboard. The old man jumps up as if to help me but I smile reassuringly and he sinks back to his seat. I bend and place one last kiss on my son's forehead before straightening and following Mary Margaret out the door. As soon as we're out of the church I try to summon a portal. Every time I try to open it the magic keeping me upright fails, I have too many emotions bouncing around inside of my head. I can't focus enough to control my magic. I sink to the ground and I just sob, losing all semblance of control, not caring who can see me. Then a pair of male arms wrap around me, lifting my ruined form into the air. Panic is drowned out by so many other emotions that I can't even bring myself to fight back against the touch. I don't even know who is holding me but there's comfort in the touch.
"You need to put me down," I say as soon as I have begun to recover. "Just so that we are crystal clear, you should know that is most definitely a threat. I do not wish to harm you but if you do not put me down I will, I will not be able to stop myself. I am running on instinct right now, that place, it was too much without knowing what I was walking in to. I did not prepare myself, I did not know what I needed to prepare for. Your assistance is greatly appreciated, both of you, but I really should go home. I am going to open a portal, you can just go ahead and put me on the other side, I need to be alone. Mary Margaret you are right, one person a day, I will go every day at noon. Killian said that he would come by tonight, I would appreciate it if you told him not to. I do not think that I could handle whatever he needs to talk about, not tonight, not after this."
I summon a portal and Rumplestiltskin leans through it, depositing me gently on the floor of the treehouse. I can tell that he doesn't want to leave but I know that he will. For a second I don't understand why he hasn't drawn back but then I see Mary Margaret trying to push past him. I quickly close the portal before she can figure out a way past him. I know what's about to happen and I don't want any witnesses, especially witnesses that won't understand it. There are massive amounts of mystical poison running through my veins. A rare poison that is triggered by any form of high emotion. I can feel is starting to stir, I can fight it back but if I do it will be even worse when it finally hits.
"Hopefully this is not going to happen every day," I grumble to myself. "At least this is the red one, you can handle the red one, it is not even going to hurt. I just hope that this is not going to happen every day, red you can deal with but the others are a different matter. You need to get a handle on yourself or you will not even survive identifying them. Just this once, let it out and then after that just shut it out. Do not let yourself feel it and it cannot hurt you, you are better than this."
Without warning flames suddenly spring to life, covering every inch of my body. They don't burn me, there isn't a flame on any of the worlds that can burn me, that's why out of all the poisons that can be activated the red one is my favourite. I also cast a spell on this treehouse and everything in it, rendering it fireproof, it doesn't matter how hot I get. I have even gotten into the habit of fireproofing my clothes years ago. I'm exhausted, I may as well sleep through this mildly irritating turn of events. I pull off my boot and drop onto the bed, curling up on my side and beginning to drop off.
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"Please forgive me..." Comes my sad sob, and he freezes, just as I knew he would, I may not be allowed to fight back but that doesn't mean I can't get into his head. Lights flash before his eyes. His body is unable to stop the orgasm from ripping out of him, even though I know this ruins his plan. His seed floods inside my womb, I sob, repeating my earlier entreaty as false tears run down my face. He doesn't even feel the relief associated with such a violent orgasm, too shocked by what I have asked of him.
He wonders how I could ask that of him. Just as he wonders if I am sincere in this, or is it some new desperate ploy of mine. He even wonders if he is capable of forgiveness at this point, staring down at my back. I continue to shake around him, my whole body trembling, courtesy of the orgasm that I never wanted. My passage continues to milk his cock of it's seed, and that tears a groan from him.
He doesn't know what to do, what to say, with any luck he will decide that he is done but I can see into his mind. It is shocking and laughable. After all the fantasies he has had about making me pay for his broken heart. A part of him isn't ready to stop taking payment from me, and if there is any part of him that feels hope at my words, it is too small a sliver to be noticed. He hardens his heart once more. He pulls out of me with a suddenness that has me crying out in protest as his flesh scrapes against my abused insides.
"You have no right to ask me that." He told me, turning his back on me. Glaring across the room at nothing in particular as he hisses at the illusion of a woman that he can't get his hands on. My next words don't help with his anger, a soft sob escaping me. I lie here unmoving, making a few minor adjustments to the glamour that sits on my skin.
"I know."                                                                                                                                                     Little was either of to know that this particular little role play would result in a pregnancy. A pregnancy that would result in the birth of my twins.
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