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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Any and all songs used belong to their respective owners.

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
- 47-47
- 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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Sorry if this chapter has a lot of mistakes in it, but my asthma pill makes me shaky sometimes and the keys on my laptop are still stupid.
"So, what did you and Pan do for your hour or do I want to know," Regina asks as we walk towards her vault. I shrug with a fond grin, guessing what she was thinking.
"Nothing dirty," I answer," we watched Scooby Doo on Zombie Island." She smiles a little, shouldering the door open and letting me go through first. Pan decided he'd stay at home and browse my movie collection, tending to stick more to the happy children's films like Casper and Rugrats. He's had enough darkness in his long life that he doesn't want to watch anymore of that than he has to, so anything Stephen King is out of the question.
"Don't touch anything, you two. I don't want a repeat performance of what Morgan went through—she was in a coma for three weeks and then we had to partially bottle up her bad side, which isn't easy to do when she kept trying to suck the magic out of me." I blush, walking down the stairs and into the room where Regina stores all her magical mumbo jumbo.
"How am I supposed to learn magic if I can't touch anything," Emma questions.
"The same way I did with Rumple—we're going to create a solid foundation first and then build your skills up from the ground."
"Papa always had me touching stuff to see which types of magic I responded best with, so I guess that's off the table." Regina gives me a look and I quickly shove my hands in the pockets of my jeans, quenching the urge to touch stuff just to see what happens. She gives Emma the same hard look when she finds the blonde holding the foot of some creature.
"I said don't touch." She takes the foot and sits it back in its proper place, Emma and I sharing looks that said who put a stick up her ass. "So, while we're here, who's looking after Henry?" She moves to open a trunk while she speaks and I sit down on the ground, taking care to sit on my hands in case that touch the stuff because you're not supposed to urge hits me again. "The un-charmings?" Hey, that's good, I might have to use that later.
"Actually, Hook is," Emma replies. Regina turns to look over her shoulder, sadness in her eyes at the mention of her son.
"Well, those two having been spending a lot of time together lately."
"Hook's good with Henry, I think he's trying to see what it would've been like when Morgan was his age, and Henry likes him, so that makes it easier."
"He's prone to violence, impulsive, and has a hook for a hand. What about him would a twelve year old boy not like?" She's digging through her trunk again, Emma moving to stand behind her.
"I trust him. He brought me back to Storybrooke, and he didn't have to."
"He also kind of tried to murder my papa in front of me, kidnapped me, kept me tied to a bed for two days, and nearly killed my boyfriend for having sex with me," I list, counting the offences off on my fingers," but at the same time, he told me the truth, helped me escape the hospital that first time, saved me from Cora partially, and brought me pudding that last time I was in the hospital."
"That's not much of a list to go off of," Regina states," and bringing you pudding doesn't make up for the fact that he tried to murder Rumple in front of his own child and Henry."
"No, but it does mean he paid attention to me during one of my sleepy rambles. Plus, he watched five hours non-stop of the Lord of the Rings trilogy special extended editions—if that's not love for a child, then I don't know what is."
"God, you're such a geek sometimes, but I'd rather you stay at home watching Netflix than what you used to do when you were sneaking around with that ass Pan killed." She exhales sharply, her temper spiking when she thinks about Vincent and all the things he'd gotten me started on. She straightens after a little longer, holding a book in her hands. "Let's start with roots for incantations." The book is normal sized and bound in dark leather, the edges incased in gold to keep them from bending and a small pink stone shaped like a heart is embedded in the front. Regina hands the book to Emma, opening it to the right page.
"Are you kidding me," Emma asks with that same dumbstruck expression I have when I look at equations in algebra. "What language is this—Spanish?"
"We're not making tapas, we're making magic. It's Elvish, well, half Elvish."
"I'm never gonna get this."
"Don't worry," I assure her from my spot on the ground," Elvish is a lot easier to learn than Dwarfish or Romanian."
"You know how to speak Romanian?"
"Only a couple of useful phrases like 'Where's the bathroom', 'What's in this', and 'Aren't you a little young to be a police officer.' Papa wanted me to become comfortable with different languages, and the more you learn, the easier it is to get in the swing of things. So far I can speak Elvish, Dwarfish, Latin, Spanish, French, and I'm learning the Romanian."
"Why would you want to learn all those languages?"
"Hey, twenty-eight years is a long time to wait for the Savior to break the curse. I had to do something in my spare time and that's what Papa and I decided on."
"Back on the subject, what other methods did Rumple use to teach you guys magic?"
"There weren't any textbooks if that's what you want, more like if you do something right he'll heal you up afterwards." Regina nods along with me, knowing how hard his methods were sometimes.
"Rumple was a bully," she explains further," he didn't suffer fools and he certainly didn't coddle his students. And if he tried to teach you how to swim, and you couldn't learn, you drowned." She takes the book back and tosses it in the trunk, shutting the lid of it.
"Yeah, there were several nights I couldn't sleep because I hurt so badly, Trista usually convinced Rumple to heal the worst sores, but she had to add to the time she spent working for us." I miss Trista, she never came back with us from the Enchanted Forest, and if she did, then she must be one of those monkeys guarding the town line.
"That's it!" The smile on Regina's face isn't a pleasant one, more like the ones Papa had whenever he made a deal with someone. She raises her hands, her magic transporting us to somewhere deeps in the woods, Emma on a shaky rope bridge over the chasm between cliffs, and Regina and I on solid earth.
"What the hell are you doing," Emma shouts, hanging on tightly to the rope sides.
"Teaching you to swim."
"Are you out of your mind?!"
"Depends on who you ask," I retort, standing up and brushing dirt off my pants.
"Every time you've used your power, it's been spurred by your instincts," Regina clarifies. "So today, we're going to push those instincts until you master them." Emma must feel like Donkey did when he and Shrek were crossing the bridge to get to the dragon guarded castle.
"A little reading doesn't sound so bad now," Emma says, tightening her hold.
"You can stop me."
"Stop you from what?"
"This." A simple flick of her fingers has the planks that make up the path of the bridge tearing away and falling into the stream far below, the bridge shaking even more from the rapid movement and the wind.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Quickly, only a few boards are left and even they are beginning to tremble with magic.
"Making the bridge collapse. You can either stop it….Or die." Emma's left with standing on the bottom ropes and holding onto the top ropes in order to keep from falling, her face twisted into a terrified expression that almost made me feel sorry for her. The bottom part of the bridge gives way under Emma, leaving her dangling from the top two ropes.
"Enough, stop this!"
"You wanted to learn magic the way we did," I yell at her to be heard over the wind," this is how it happened, now stop it yourself!"
"Reach inside you, that's where the magic lies," Regina says in a mock pep talk," I know you can do this, call on that magic and save yourself." Suddenly the rope snaps and Emma begins a freefall, her screams echoing off the stone walls of the cliffs. The sound of something colliding makes me grab onto Regina's arm, afraid of what I would see if I looked down until whatever made that sound floats back up to the top of the cliff—Emma standing atop a jumbled pile of wood. I release the breath I was holding, dropping back down to the ground and running my hands through my hair.
"D-did I just do that," Emma asks breathlessly.
"Yes. When all I wanted was for you to retie the rope." Emma steps back on solid ground, looking at the mess she had created.
"It's like you said—instinct. Why are you pissed? I did it. Why does it matter how?" I look up at the two women between my fingers, noting Regina's furious expression. That's how she looked when she found out I took Henry to see a scary movie and didn't ask her permission—right before she punished me by making me stay with him all night.
"You think I'm mad because you didn't listen to me?" Isn't that usually what makes adults mad? "I'm mad because….Look at all this potential inside of you, and you've been wasting it." I pull my phone out to check the time, my eyes widening a little at how late it's gotten. "Everything alright, Morgan? You look a little panicked."
"It's fine, I just need to leave you guys to go get ready for my date."
"What are you two going to do tonight?"
"We're catching the early showing of Battle of the Five Armies and then we're going to eat at some fancy restaurant that he got reservations at. I didn't ask how he got them and I probably don't want to know, but I do know that if I don't leave right now I'm going to be late." I transport myself to right outside the small movie theater, using magic to transform my outfit into a short sleeved red dress, healed black ankle boots, and a clutch purse—extra magic was used to curl my hair and add makeup to make it look like I actually had time to do it all and didn't come straight here.
As Pan approaches, I give him a smile, my hand moving to clutch the little bottle necklace my father gave me what seems like years ago. It's become a familiar habit, though it never ceases to give me a little shock when I don't find the pocket watch there. "You look amazing," Pan says, placing my hand in the crook of his arm.
"I hope you're prepared to cry," I warn him as we walk inside together," because I know for a fact that this movie isn't going to end on a happy note."
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