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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
- 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
- 81-82
- 71
- 72
- 73
This chapter was insanely frustrating to write, partially because I really hate the story line of this season. It just feels like the writers are trying too hard to make the Charmings seem perfect and they're failing miserably. After it's completely finished, I'll probably go back through and rewrite the plot of it and include more Pan since he's my favorite non-Storybrooke villain. Seriously though, why couldn't the writers bring him back instead of the Wicked Bitch? Sorry if I missed any mistakes, I'll probably go back through tomorrow and proof read.
Restrained anger courses through Gold as he squeezes Hook's heart in his hand, the pirate's pain cooling him off somewhat. "They didn't leave," he gasps, referring to the trio from Arendelle. "The Snow Queen mucked up the boarder." He squeezes harder, fighting back the urge to just crush it and be done with this, but he can't, not quite yet. "Once you cross, there's no c-coming back." Gold relents, knowing that Morgan should be stopping by soon before she meets her theater buddy at Granny's for breakfast. He places the heart back into the satchel he's been keeping it in, sealing it closed so that only he could open it and retrieve the organ.
"If only the Snow Queen had succeeded," Gold says quietly," everything would be much simpler."
"Yes, perfect cover for your exit. What better way to keep Aveena to yourself than to tell her that I was killed by the Snow Queen? Too bad for you that everybody survived. Sorry for the inconvenience." Hook gives Gold a smile, looking all too happy for Gold's liking.
"And what about our friends from Arendelle?"
"Well, they're still searching for the portal back."
"Well, that is a problem." All it would take to bring his plan to ruins is that nosy little red-head to speak up. "Can't have that Anna running around town."
"She knows, doesn't she?" Hook seems to take pleasure in that, like he could do anything about it. "She knows what you were doing, cleaving yourself from the dagger so you could leave with your power. Emma told me Belle confessed to knowing Anna, and even my Vee has stated that the name was familiar to her even if the face is not. She's not stupid, Gold, if not Emma, then Aveena will figure it out and..." He chuckles, shaking his head a little. "When my daughter gets angry about something, she goes all out. Imagine what she would do to you if she finds out that you plan on killing her daddy."
"And what do you think she would do? After all, she's only known you for about a year and a half—I'm the one that was there for her when she was sick or hurt, the one who soothed her nerves after she had a bad dream. She may be fond of you, may miss you for a while, but I'm the one she loves the most out of all the people in this town. I'm her papa, and you're just some pirate that kidnapped her, got her hit by a car, and nearly murdered me in front of her. As for Miss Swan, I won't hesitate to break her pretty little neck if she gets in my way, so I suggest you see to it that she doesn't. Now, go and make sure Anna stays away from my shop while I wake my wife." Hook scowls at him, turning away and walking to the door. "And Captain, if you tell my daughter anything she doesn't need to know, I'll make sure your precious Emma is there when I crush your heart tonight. And then I'll crush hers." Not long after the pirate had left, Morgan was walking inside, smiling with new-found confidence. "Good morning, sweetheart."
"Morning, Papa!" Oh yes, she would side with him no matter what he did.
Dark Castle
Aveena sits on the very edge of the table, swinging her legs back and forth as she watches Belle open the cabinet door to reveal the treasures stored behind them. Rumpelstiltskin had always told Aveena that it was none of her business what he brought back, but her papa is gone at the moment and Belle is just as curious as the eight year old. Of course, she knew the second he arrived, the familiar tingle of his magic making her turn her head as Rumpelstiltskin popped into existence. He moved quietly, holding a finger up to his lips as he sneaks up on Belle, stopping a few feet behind the maid. "Don't cut yourself, Dearie," he states, making her jump and spin around with the sword in hand. It's not nearly as nice as Excalibur, but no sword ever would be.
"I am so sorry," Belle gasps, the point of the sword resting against the floor," I thought—"
"You thought I would be away for a few more days and it would be fine to play with my... Toys." He walked toward her with every word, snatching the sharp blade out of her her before she truly did cut herself. Aveena was used to his possessiveness and she knew he would do nothing to her, so she sat unconcerned and pulled her book on Dwarfish closer to her. If Rumple finds out she hadn't studied the language at all, she'd be up all night despite any of Trista's protests otherwise.
"Don't be so upset," Aveena says, flipping through the pages of the book in boredom," you were supposed to be gone longer and it was my idea."
"No it wasn't," Belle confesses when Rumple's gaze turns to the girl," I'm the one who was curious and I'm the one that decided to snoop around."
"Well, I lied, I just wanted to see how you would fare if I left you here. Apparently you also decided to stop cleaning." He runs a finger along the table that Aveena was sitting on, gazing at it in disgust before wiping it off on the skirt of Aveena's dress. "I also have a feeling that you didn't decide to snoop on your own, my darling daughter had a hand in that." He gives a playful tug on Aveena's hair, the little girl slapping his hand away with a giggle.
"It's just that you have so many things here from all over the world. We were curious." Rumple keeps his back to the maid, setting the sword down carefully and giving his daughter a wink. "And... You never talk about them." He turns to face her, not seeing her point.
"Well, you're the help and she's too little to handle most of my things." Belle seems to have no fear of him anymore, storming up to him and poking his chest in such a way that had Aveena impressed.
"And you're rude."
"Well, I could be much worse." Even Aveena knew the bite was gone out of his words, he cared about her and Aveena hoped he could see that soon even if she enjoyed their little arguments. It was so interesting to see how he reacted when someone spoke up against him when it wasn't herself. At least Belle's head reaches his shoulders. He walks a few feet away with Belle following after him and Aveena turning on the table to watch the situation play out.
"But you're not." The maid hops up on the table, scooting Aveena closer and wrapping a protective arm around her shoulders. Aveena liked Belle, she wasn't as timid as Trista yet she never raised her voice as often as Aveena had to in order to be heard. "Look, you have seen the world—something that I've always wanted to do—yet you share nothing." That's because his travels rarely end happily, Aveena's been with him a handful of times and there's always been a threat hanging over their heads.
"Mouthy, mouthy. And foolishly brave." He's in a good mood, at least. Whatever he ends up doing won't be harsh or cruel this time.
"No, if you were going to kill me, you would have done it long ago." Rumple makes a face, not liking just how brave his maid has gotten or the fact that it inspired Aveena to act out. "Now, tell me what you've seen. How was your trip to Camelot?" At the mention of Camelot, Aveena's pale eyes flick to the sword resting on top of the cabinet, her lips forming a smile as she remembers just how perfect it felt in her hand.
"Good for me," her papa answers brightly," not so good for Camelot." So Morgana is still acting out, or her son is, anyway. Rumple walks a few feet away from the table, a gauntlet appearing in his hand as the red smoke of his magic clears away. "A souvenir. Clean it for me, will you?" He hands the gauntlet off to Belle, but Aveena leans close and spots the blood dried on the metal. It had been removed forcefully and she wouldn't be surprised if a hand was still inside of it.
"W-w-what is it?"
"It's a magic gauntlet with a very specific power." Rumple moves his hands dramatically as he speaks, the motions making Aveena's smile widen much to her papa's happiness. She knew he did some silly things to keep her mind off the darkness that surrounds her, he always told her that she was the purest thing in his life and he wanted her to stay that way. "It can locate anyone's greatest weakness—for example, if I asked after Aveena's, it would lead me to the pantry where she has hidden strawberries to eat as a midnight snack." Aveena blushes, ducking her head to avoid the look her papa sends her.
"Why do you need this? With all your power, you could destroy any foe."
"But he can't make them work for him with so little effort," Aveena remarks, her fingers moving over the Dwarf runes drawn on the pages of her book. "The gauntlet will provide the weakness and Papa will press on it until the person gives in."
"Exactly," Rumple states with a grin. "That gauntlet will point me in the right direction and with it I will be able to manipulate whoever I wish."
Morgan
"So, we're starting the whole shindig with Nicky singing On Lexington and Fifty-Second Street," I ask, doodling on the margins of the notebook. Micah grunts in confirmation, staring out the window of Granny's and twirling his spoon around in his soup. "And then it's Camille doing Crazy Dreams?" Another grunt and I put a check mark beside Camille's name before I look up at my best friend. His messy hair is covered by a black beanie and the gray shirt he had on is torn around the wrists in places. He's daydreaming about something, and Micah's daydreams rarely include bunnies and lollipops. "And we're all set to sacrifice a goat tomorrow at one to make sure the gods bless our firstborns?"
"Sounds good," he mumbles distractedly. I roll my eyes, picking my fork up off the table and thumping the top of his head with it to bring him back to the real world. "Ouch! What was that for?"
"You dragged me into this mess, so you damn well better pay attention when I'm making an effort to organize your shit." He scowls, rubbing his head and grabbing the fork from me, tossing it over his shoulder. "Now that I have your attention, what's got you so distracted today?"
"Nicky remembers our old life and... That stupid Spell brought the memories back, so they were cast in a bad light." He sighs, dropping his head down to rest it on his arms. "It's bad, Kiddo, I don't think we'll be able to work through this."
"Bullshit, you guys are the only couple in this town that hasn't blown up at each other since regaining your memories."
"We did last night. I had a hard time staying away from evil stuff after Rumple took away my immortality and Gauntlet, I strayed more than once and it resulted in the death of a palace guard or two. Nicky remembers that and I don't think he'll be able to forgive me this time." I reach out and give his hand a squeeze, just holding it while it was peaceful.
"If anyone can work through this, it's you and Nicky. I'm not gonna give you some pep talk about hope or faith, but there's a reason that you were there that day that Jasmine was killed. It wasn't dumb luck or destiny, it's because you and Nicky have always been drawn to each other. Maybe you just need to remind him of the chemistry between you two—take him out on a date, something sweet and cute. Talk things out tomorrow and just spend the rest of today having a good time with each other." Micah raises his head just enough that he could see me through the red-brown hair hanging in front of his eyes. "You got this, Mike."
"I love you, Mo."
"Love you too, now get going."
Killian
"You may have got the best of me this time, Dark One," Killian growls as the pair follow the walking broom into the mansion," but I promise you, in the next life, it won't be so pleasant for you." Gold chuckles, unaffected by Killian's words despite how serious the pirate was.
"Well then," he laughs," given my immortality, you'll have quite the wait amongst the fire and brimstone." Gold uses his magic to open a side door, allowing all of them inside with the broom still leading the way. Its bristles works as its legs and it has a pair of arms extending out from its stick body. It was a ridiculous looking thing, but it did the job well enough.
"If I am to die, at least give me all the information. Whose house is this?"
"A powerful sorcerer. He brought the Snow Queen from Arendelle to this world, which means his magic is strong enough to move between that world and ours. There's a portal around here somewhere. We just need to find it." As though on cue, the broom waggles its wooden fingers and a door shimmers into existence, the designs painted onto its dark wood looking foreign to Killian's eyes. "There." Killian doesn't approach it, everything happening far too fast for his liking. He'd rather spend the time he has left with his daughter and Emma.
He needed to be sure that Aveena knew just how much he loved her, even if he's only known her for a year and a half. He wanted to watch more movies with her, listen to her singing, anything at all that she loved to do. And Emma... The feisty blonde is one of the only things in this world that's keeping him sane. His feelings for her run deeper than he thought possible, she's one of the most beautiful women that he's ever had the pleasure of meeting. He needs the two women in his life to know just how much they mean to him.
Morgan
I was hoping not to run into anyone on my way to the docks, but things never go in my favor. Hell, if I was in the Hunger Games, I'd be killed right after I stepped off the platform. A trio of people were coming my way, and the red-head in the middle skipped just a little faster to reach me. She looked familiar, like I knew her back in the Enchanted Forest. "Hey, I remember you," she grins, her, Elsa, and a blonde man stopping in front of me and blocking the way to the docks. I move to look past them at the sidewalk, wondering if it was worth it to get hit by a car just to get away from this too chipper woman and her two accomplices. "You're Rumpelstiltskin's little girl, right?"
"Um, I'm not sure I want to answer that question. I usually come close to death if I say yes."
"Oh, don't worry, I don't like hurting people."
"Oh God, now I remember you. You're that peppy chick that threatened my papa with a sword all because you didn't want to hold up your end of his deal." This is the Anna chick everyone's been talking about and I bet the blonde guy is her fiancé, Kristoff. Elsa gives Anna a shocked look, her eyes going even wider than usual. "Why don't you and your buddies go skip into the sunset and leave the rest of us normal not happy-go-lucky people alone." I shoulder past them, forced to stop when Kristoff latches onto my wrist.
"You can talk to her like that," he states," apologize."
"Do you really want to mess with me now that I'm back to my full strength, blondie?" A small zap from my magic has him releasing me and shaking his sore hand. "I'm not in the mood to deal with the human ice berg here or her chihuahua of a sister, so I'd suggest you leave me alone. I don't take kindly to people that threaten my papa's life, I stabbed the last person that did it." With one last warning glare at the trio, I continue on my way to the docks. It's not until I'm seated on the damp wood and listening to the soothing sound of the waves that I realize I can't remember what the deal Anna had struck with Papa was. It had to be something important for him to anger her enough that the goody two-shoes drew a sword on him. Something about his dagger?
Killian
Killian was hoping to finish this task without running into his daughter because if anyone could find out about him doing Gold's bidding, it's her. As it is, he doesn't even have control over his voice, he's a puppet and Gold has the strings well in hand. Aveena will be able to tell, he just knows it. So when he walks into Granny's and the first thing he sees is his daughter chatting away on her phone, his stomach drops and dread pours over him. What would Gold do to her if she finds out the plan? "Swan," he's forced to say in greeting, his mouth working without his command. As it is, his girlfriend is sharing a booth with the Arendelle trio, looking up at Killian's voice. "Come celebrate, for I may not be the Savior, but I've just saved the day." He waits for her at the bar, all too aware of his daughter's eyes resting on him. Severely needing a drink to settle his nerves, he pours some rum from his flask into two tea cups, sliding one in Emma's direction when she joins him.
"Okay," she says," what exactly are we celebrating?"
"The portal to Arendelle. I found it." He clinks his glass against hers, raising it slightly. "So, bottoms up." He finishes his in one go, the rum having a numbing effect on his growing headache.
"You... Found a portal?"
"Well, I found Gold, and he told me where to locate one." Aveena raises her brows, but he's not sure if it's because of what he just said or if it was something the person she's talking to said. Seated a few seats down, she could hear everything he said well enough to know that he's probably lying. "A door in the ballroom of that lakeside mansion. Yes, it appears that our Rumpelstiltskin has turned over a new leaf." He wanted to cut his own tongue out for just saying that, the words like poison.
"Apparently dozens of leaves." Emma looks unsure about it all, the good timing seeming too suspicious to be a good thing. "You sure we can trust him?" Killian presses his lips in a thin line, wanting to keep the words trapped behind his teeth, but Gold has his heart and Killian is useless when it comes to resisting.
"Positive. The crocodile truly has changed. He gave me a long-winded explanation about a portal, about how it brought the, uh, Snow Queen into this land... Which I don't recall." He watches over Emma's head as Aveena stuffs her phone in the pocket of the too-short shorts she's wearing. It appears his daughter is in a somber mood this morning, dressed mostly in black and white colors. "But the important thing is, it works," he continues after a moment of studying his daughter, the brunette studying him in turn. Pale blue eyes met across the crowded diner and he knew that she knew. "All they have to do is walk through it."
"then we should go." Emma pushes away from the bar, not even getting a half a step away when Killian speaks again.
"Brilliant. You do that. I, alas, bruised myself during the curse. Really need to get it seen to." He tries to walk out per Gold's demand, but Emma places a hand on his shoulder, making him stay still as she cups his cheek. He didn't like this, having no control over his body with Emma so tantalizingly close to him.
"Hey, Killian. What's wrong? You're acting strange."
"Nothing." He gives her a sad smile, trying his hardest to memorize her face. "I'm fine." He leans in, placing a feather-light kiss against her soft lips. "see you around, love." Not wanting to leave her yet, wanting to regain a sense of control in a awkward situation, he grabs her wrist, giving it a squeeze until he's forced to let go and walk out. Unfortunately for him, Aveena follows him out, jogging to keep up with him even as he quickens his pace to escape. He can't face his daughter right now, not when Gold might make him say something that would break her heart. "I don't have time to waste right now," he calls to the teen over his shoulder," I have a doctor's appointment set up with Whale."
"Wait," Morgan huffs, latching onto his arm and forcing him to stop or drag her along behind him. Killian closes his eyes for a moment, not ready to face his daughter and tell her another lie. She'd slowly losing out to the darkness inside her and he didn't want to add to it by lying to her now. He fully blames the Dark One, if Aveena had been allowed to stay with him, then she might have been spared this fate. Then again, Pan took a liking to her, he may have kidnapped her if Killian had taken her with him to Neverland so long ago. "What's up with you? You're so stiff lately." Aveena releases his arm, but she stays standing in front of him to block the way he wanted to go.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me." He takes the chance to look her over, fully disapproving with her choice in clothing. "Where on earth are the rest of those shorts, young lady? They're too bloody short for this time of year."
"I don't really feel the temperature so much anymore, I'm running on the warm side, I guess." She shrugs it off, tugging the white beanie down to cover a little more of her loose hair. "Mind if I walk with you to the hospital? The theater is on the way there and I'm supposed to remind Whale that we're not having rehearsals tonight since Micah and Nicky are having a date night."
"Actually, I'd like to be alone for a little while. I need..." He looks past her at the clock tower where Gold wants to meet later tonight to finish this reluctant partnership. "I need a moment by myself." The happiness in her seems to fade and she looks down at her shoes, her thumbs hooked in the belt loops of the black shorts. "I-I'll talk to you later, Morgan." And as he walks off, he knows for certain that Gold has just made the biggest slip up today. Killian has always refused to call Aveena by her curse name, preferring instead to use her nickname or the name her mother gave her. She's going to figure it all out.
Morgan—Later That Night
I tug my scarf off my arm, waving a hand over it until it was glowing a faint blue and hovering in the air in front of me. Something's up with my fathers and I plan on finding out what that is—hell, when Dad is calling me Morgan, I know something is off since he hates that name. "Stay here guys," I mumble to Pup and Fidget as they stare up at me, both of them letting out little whining noises and scratching at the floor. "It might be dangerous and I don't want y'all getting hurt." After a moment of trying to open the front door and pushing animals back so they don't get out, I let out a frustrated groan. "Fuck it, I could use the back up. Let's go!" Fidget scrambles to find purchase on Pup's back as we run out into the cool air of the night, following the scarf that still half-belongs to my dad. It floats on an invisible wind, leading us through town to its very heart, dropping into my open palms in front of the clock tower. "Why does everything revolve around this place?"
Pup gives a soft bark, looking up at me with his tongue hanging out. Fidget mirrors the sound in his own way, hopping down and sitting on my foot as though telling me to stay put and not go in. It was tempting, to stay out of the mess my fathers have created and go home, but if something bad happens to one of them I could've stopped it, then I'd feel like total shit. Gently, I nudge Fidget off my foot and crack open one of the doors, slipping in and shutting it before the animals could follow me inside. The library is dark, only the moonlight streaming in through the windows helping me navigate to the stairs that lead to the clock tower. It's not until I see what's happening that everything clicks into place. Dad and Papa are standing with the retractable roof open to reveal the stars above, Papa holding a heart in one hand. A familiar hat is placed on a wooden crate between the two men, Papa's dagger held in his free hand.
"No," Dad gasps, spotting me over Papa's head, his eyes widening a fraction. I stare with wide eyes as Papa turns to face me, guilt flickering in my papa's eyes for a moment before they go hard. "Aveena, run!"
"Be quiet," Papa growls at him, using his magic to pull me forward and then freeze me in place against the railing, part of the metal wrapping around my wrist to keep me where I am. "I had hoped this wouldn't happen, but I suppose you needed to see it. Don't worry, little bird, everything will be as it should be and we'll leave this town—just you, me, and Belle." With another wave of his hand, the gloves from earlier were in place on my hands, the lace sucking the magic out of me and refusing to let me undo Papa's magic. He sets his dagger down on another crate, helping the hat to float up in the air far above our heads, the galaxy trapped inside it exploding outwards and forming a sky inside the building. I can feel the tears stinging my eyes as I recall the last time I was forced to watch the death of my parent, I was frozen just like this, but last time it was my papa I was losing. "It's time." A beam of light hits Papa, jerking him slightly, but it dissipates when the elevator doors open and the Golden Duo steps out.
"Gold, stop," Emma shouts, Pup and Fidget running out after her and Snow, the pair of animals taking up their places on either side of me. Pup is growling at Papa, his teeth showing and his normally warm eyes daring Papa to try and harm me.
"I'm sorry. I can't. I've waited too long for this. And I'm too close." He freezes them in place next, Emma's arm raised as she tried to throw some magic at him, but it wasn't enough. "Well, maybe not everything has went to plan, but this next part... I'm really gonna enjoy." He has a dark smile twisting his lips and Daddy is sending me worried looks. Papa squeezes the heart in his hand, Daddy dropping to his knees with his good hand fisting in his shirt, letting out a cry of pain. No, no, no, no! No, I don't want this to be happening! This has to be a dream, it's a dream, I'm dreaming. And then the cries stop, Papa just holding the heart in his hand even though I can tell he was struggling to close his fingers around it. "I don't understand. Why can't I—"
"Because I commanded you not to," Belle interrupts, standing just behind Papa with the dagger in her hand. "Drop the heart." Papa does just that, a look of utter betrayal on his face—Dad barely manages to catch it before it hits the ground, gasping as he rises to his feet and limping over to me. "Now let everyone go." Another wave of Papa's magic hits me and I'm allowed to move again, drawing in a deep breath that comes out as a gasping sob, my legs collapsing under me. Daddy tears the gloves off of me, throwing them over the railing and clutching me tightly. The galaxy above us collapses, funneling back into the strange container that once held the magical hat. "Now you can take us to the town line because we need to be alone for what come next."
I watch as dark red smoke envelopes the couple, Papa's magic whisking them away to the most dangerous part of town. It's not hard to guess what Belle plans to do, and I suppose I should feel relieved, but it only makes my hard beat faster and my stomach drop. I can't lose my papa, he's the only person in this town that knows all of my little quirks. He raised me for God's sakes, I can't lose him no matter what. "Papa," I mumble, leaning on Dad as I regain my footing," oh God, please, not my papa!"
"Aveena," Dad calls, grabbing my arm and forcing me to stay still," it's too late, he's crossed a line and there is no coming back from it."
"Why not?! Everyone else in this town has got several second chances, why can't he?" I can feel my magic swirling around me, taking the form of thick bright pink smoke, clearing away once I'm a few feet away from Papa and Belle, Dad still holding tightly to my arm, though not tight enough that I can't slip out of it and run after my papa as Belle forces him to back up towards the line. "No," I scream, speeding up and reaching him right as he crossed the line, his bad leg giving out and forcing him to the ground," Papa!" I was just about to join him on the other side when Dad wraps his arms around my waist, holding me back, but not stopping me from sticking my hand out. Papa grasps it tightly, sobbing as hard as I am at this point. Dad pulls me back further, forcing me to let go. Anger takes over then, my eyes narrowing as I turn my glare on Belle. "Before everything is said and done with, I'm going to tear your heart out of your chest and crush it under my boot."
Pan
Pan smiles, walking back across the town line and feeling the magic of Storybrooke wrap around him like a hug. It had been a tough few weeks in New York, his fake like falling to pieces as he remembered more and more, a certain email confirming everything. It appears Mordred thinks Morgan is responsible for his son's death and would like Pan's help in obtaining revenge. "It's about time," Mordred drawls from a few paces away, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his expensive suit jacket. His dark hair is tucked behind his ears and he looks at Pan as one would a lesser being.
"Mm, yes, it is," Pan smiles, moving to stand in front of the other man. Pan had aged slightly in the real world, his features no longer so boyish. He looks to be in his twenties, his dark blonde hair a little longer and his green eyes a little darker. "It's so nice to be back, though my magic isn't quite up to its full strength yet. That can be remedied, all it'll take is killing someone with relatively powerful magic."
"Like Morgan Gold?"
"Oh no, it's bad form to kill the people that belong to you. I was thinking more along the lines of you." Before the other man could respond, Pan had his heart in his hand, the organ beating rhythmically and Mordred gazing at Pan with growing dread. "You didn't actually think I'd let you live through this, did you? After all, I'm the one that killed Vincent, had a fun time with it too. You see, he was hurting Morgan and I don't like other people touching what doesn't belong to them." Pan crushes the heart, the remaining dust swirling around his arm before turning into wisps of orange smoke and disappearing into Pan's body. Normally, that wouldn't happen, but Pan's magic was of darker origin, darker than even Rumpelstiltskin's. Oh yes, it's certainly good to be back.
Morgan
A few weeks after shutting myself up in my new apartment, I sat down at my computer and pulled up my email, knowing I should be getting a new one soon from a language professor in New York. It was a way to make money, sending the professors emails to help them out in their classes and then they'd send me a money order. Something was different this time, however, as I open it and find a familiar address that does not belong to one of the professors. Unsure, I double-click and open the email and scan the message, the first smile since Papa's banishment making itself known. "I'm safe in New York and I have a plan, though it may take some time. I'll be back soon, my little bird."
"Papa."
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