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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
- 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
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Dark Castle
"She's in such pain," Rumple frowns, staring down at the infant with pitying eyes. The dark magic in the castle was overwhelming her delicate senses, too much of it seeping into her and her body too frail to expel it from her. He would need to do something, put her in a state where he could control it all until she was able to do it herself. But what could he do that wouldn't harm her in the long run? If only she could just sleep through the whole ordeal, then it could be done without him worrying. Wait a moment, that's brilliant! A sleeping curse would put her out without a problem and then he could suck some of the darker magic out of her and check her heart while he was at it.
Over the next few weeks, Rumple gathers and mixes the proper ingredients, careful that everything was exact. Too much of anything and she would never wake up again. Finally, Rumple was ready to enact the curse—he lays her down in her bed, sitting beside her and smoothing the hair off her face. She was already asleep, her breathing ragged and her heart beating too fast in her chest. Rumple licks his lips nervously—when was the last time he was so nervous?—and dips the spinning needle into the potion before pricking Aveena's finger with it. Blood welled at the surface, but Rumple healed the wound quickly to avoid infection, going to work on drawing the magic out of the child.
He didn't need her dying before he felt his revenge was sated, he wanted to know she thought of him as her papa and no one else before he allowed her to perish. As it is, she can't even use real words yet, so now is not the time. Slowly, her breathing returns to the normal deep breaths of sleep, color coming back into her cheeks, and her heart slowing to normal. With a sigh of relief, Rumple carefully reaches into her chest and pulls out her heart, examining the small organ in his hand thoroughly. It was a bright red, the purest heart he's ever seen since Bae's, not a hint of blackness. Her magic felt pure as well, what little of it she was able to let out, despite the magic going in her being the darkest in the realms. It was remarkable. Feeling content, he slips the heart back in place and places a soft kiss against her forehead, pulling the child out of the curse and back into normal dreams.
Storybrooke
There are times when I really miss being cursed, back when things were always boring and the most exciting thing to happen was when I was invited to a party at the community college. Now getting arrested at a wild party is considered tame, hell, even preferable compared to the beasts I've been having to face lately. Now I'm being told that the guy we've been looking for this entire time is trapped in a piece of paper. I really miss those boring days. "How the hell is the Author trapped inside the book," Regina asks, staring down at the page in her hands. There's a simple illustration on it of a door that's gilded in gold—looking a lot like a door from our world.
"I've been wondering that since squirt brought it up," I remark, tossing a softball up and catching it. "Maybe August was lying through his teeth? That is what he's known for." The man in question doesn't say anything, looking around the room from his spot on the couch with barely opened eyes.
"No, his nose would have grown if he was."
"So, he talked around the issue, gave just enough details in such a vague way that his nose wouldn't grow and it'd be believable."
"Like in that Shrek movie," Henry points out with a smile.
"Exactly."
"Guys, something's wrong with August." I look back down at August, finding him completely unconscious and barely breathing. Regina and Emma move fast and I get out of their way to avoid getting run over. The magic Papa used on him is taking its toll, but he'll be alright eventually. "Can you help him, Mo?" I shrug, resting a hand on his hot forehead. A low grade fever isn't unusual, he was probably coming down with something before all of this started and the stress is only speeding the illness up. I focus on the magic that was forced into him, drawing it out a little at a time until dizziness overwhelms me and I fall to the ground, clutching my own head in both of my hands.
"Easy, Morgan," Regina scolds as she kneels next to me and Emma moves to call the Mother Superior. "I know you have a gift, but you're going to wear yourself out after all that you've been through lately." I don't meet her gaze, but I know she suspects me. "Henry, why don't you and Emma move August to his bed and I'll help Morgan up onto the couch."
"Alright." Once the the three were out of hearing range and Regina had me lying where August had just been, she forces me to look at her, fingers gently grasping my chin.
"You knew about Gold this entire time, didn't you?"
"Yes," I whisper, afraid of being overheard. "He's my papa, no matter what he does, I'm still going to love him. I've been talking to him this entire time, I watched him stroll back into Storybrooke, but you have to know that I won't let him hurt Henry. No matter what, I will always protect the people I care about, and I love squirt more than anything."
"I know... Just be careful, if Gold finds out that you're not entirely on his team, then he might do something he'll regret later. You told me what nearly happened after Belle was shot and we both know that Gold's temper is not something to test."
"I lived with him all this time, I know more than you about how badly his temper blinds him."
"...Does he beat you, Morgan?"
"No, it was more verbal than anything else and he always apologized afterwards." But he never really meant it, the things you say in anger are often what you really feel and I know how Papa works better than anyone else here. "I'm gonna run home, Whale said he was taking me to lunch and that I needed to dress nicely for it."
"You're dating Whale now?"
"Mm-hm, and don't give me another lecture, I'm not in the mood for one." I give her a forced smile and stand up, grabbing my bag on the way out the door. "Call me later and I'll watch after squirt."

I open the door when I hear knocking, fully expecting to see Whale on the other side, but Pan is the person that greets me. "You look awful nice," he comments with a smile, leaning against the doorway in such a casual way that makes it obvious the persona I gave him when I pushed him out is still inside him. "You going on a date or something?" I say nothing, letting him work it out by himself as I push past him and seal my door with magic. Not even Papa can break that spell without me knowing about it. I barely make it to the stairs that lead down to the ground level when Pan runs after me. "Are you serious? Who is it?"
"None of your business, Pan," I respond briskly, taking the stairs two at a time and praying the heel of my shoe doesn't break. I may have great magic, but these shoes are expensive and they're never the same once broken. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a boyfriend to meet." With his long legs, it's not hard to Pan to keep up with me, beating me to the sidewalk and making me come to a stop abruptly or run right into him, though I suspect he hoped for the latter at this point. "What's your deal? You're the one that ruined everything by going psycho to begin with!"
"That doesn't mean I lied to you about how I felt."
"You felt lust, Pan! That was it, and you can't prove otherwise."
"If I didn't love you, Morgan, then I would have killed you before I let you force me out of town." I wouldn't have believed him if I didn't look in his eyes, the pale green irises telling everything Pan was feeling even when he didn't want them to. Back on Neverland, when the Alp was in control, those eyes were always filled with anger and hatred because that's what the Alp fed off of, but when it was Pan in charge, those eyes spoke of past happiness and the pain he was in. I always passed it off as Pan being an actor before I knew about Felix, but now... What the hell am I supposed to think now? "If I truly hated you as much as you seem to think I do, you wouldn't have ever left Neverland alive." I open my mouth to say something, but the words were stuck in my throat and I'm left in a staring match with Pan, my feelings conflicted. And then, before I got the chance to say anything, a pulse of magic hit and Pan collapsed into sleep. A sleeping curse? Maleficent! With wide eyes, I begin to run, knowing they'd be going after the book and Henry never left his house without it. I meet my nephew halfway to the Charming loft, both of us breathing hard and stopping only long enough to think of a place to hide out.
"The mansion," Henry says breathlessly," that would be the last place they thought of!"
"Alright," I nod, nudging him forward," we have to move fast because those guys aren't going to sit around." And the running began again, a hard thing to do in high heels, but I didn't have time to change them into something else or take them off. "Keep moving, squirt, we have to keep our head start!" He nods, easily running ahead of me since he has practical shoes on. I thought I was going to die until I finally spotted the mansion ahead of us, my lungs burning and my eyes watering from the strain. "God, my legs are going to look amazing if we keep this up." Henry gives a faint laugh as I follow him into the house, shutting the door behind us, but unable to seal it since I'm too weak and unable to lock it since there wasn't a way.
"Back here, there's a secret room."
"You go on ahead and I'll find you in a second." He nods walking through the house while I slide down the wall, trying to catch my breath and wipe my eyeliner and mascara off my face from where it'd streaked. I pull a small mirror and a tissue out of my purse, using it to make sure I don't look too much like the creature from the Black Lagoon. When I was ready, I stuff everything back into my purse and follow the way Henry went, limping slightly from where the heels were pinching my toes. I find him in the secret room he told me about, the walls basically just bookcases filled with blank copies of Henry's storybook. "Henry?"
"Under here, Mo." I find him hidden under one of the long tables, his legs crossed as he looks up at me from his hiding spot. I crawl under the table, the top of my head brushing it as I sit with my legs under me. I can't exactly sit the way Henry is since I'm wearing a rather short dress. Why do these things always interfere with my dates? It almost never fails, I'll never get laid again at this rate. "Aunt Mo, you need to see this. T-the door is glowing like a light was turned on inside." I scoot close to my nephew, looking at the door and spotting what he meant. A faint glow seeped out from under it, like someone on the other side just flipped a switch. Light shone from the keyhole as well, Henry and I turning to follow the light to see that it stopped at a desk drawer behind us.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"That we need to open that drawer?"
"You know, it's scary how much we think alike at times." With twin smiles, we leave the hiding spot and walk over to the desk, both of us reach out one hand and curl our fingers around the handle of the drawer. "Uno, dos, tres..." Together and in sync, we pull the drawer open, spotting a single, small key inside.
"No way!" He picks it up, holding it so we can both take a good look at it right as the secret door is pushed open. "Grandma, grandpa, you won't believe what I just—" But it's not Snow or David that steps into the room, it's Regina.
"What, Henry," she asks, walking over to us. I move to stand slightly in front of Henry, sensing a familiar magic that doesn't belong to the woman in front of me.
"Mom, what are you doing here?" Henry tries to walk over to her, but I grab the back of his coat and pull him back over to me.
"Mal," I call out, looking over Regina's shoulder at the doorway," why don't you stop hiding and come out already. And bring the dog lady with you." Cruella and Maleficent walk into the room, Cruella looking far too pleased with herself considering the only reason Papa brought her along was to be the thing that turned Emma dark.
"I'd say you have no reason to be alarmed," Cruella tells Henry," but I'm afraid I'd be lying."
"You touch my nephew and I'll make torture seem like the easy way out," I snarl, holding Henry closer to me despite the fact that he's almost as tall as I am. "Please try it, I've been wanting to take my anger out on someone, and lady, that nose job needs to be fixed. Maybe my fist could do the trick." Cruella reaches up to touch her nose, looking as offended as a person could get.
"That's enough, Aveena," Mal says softly," we just need that page and we'll leave you both alone."
"No," Henry replies instantly.
"Henry Daniel Mills," Regina says, taking on the Mom tone that had Henry and I instantly wincing. She only used that tone when we really screwed something up or were in deep trouble, so it's only instinct for us to want to do whatever she says when she uses the tone. "You will do as I say." After a minute of defiant silence, Henry accedes and hands her the page, the faint spark of magic coming off it belonging to Emma. It's the copy from earlier.
"Okay." Regina knows it the second she touches it, but none of us give the secret away as she hands the page to Mal.
"As promised. Now let's find Gold and set this Author free."
I let out a long sigh when the magic of the three women is gone from the house, sitting on top of the table and resting my head in my hands. I'll be so glad when the drama dies down, so I can have a brief moment of rest. I've been relying on my magic too much lately and it's draining me faster than it ever has. I jump when the door opens again, Snow and David charging inside yelling Henry's name. "Morgan," David breathes when Henry rejoins us, moving to cup my face in his hands and turning my head side to side to examine me. "Are you okay? The villains should be here soon, can you walk?"
"They've already been here," Henry informs them as David hauls me up in his arms, the hero noticing the way I was swaying.
"What? Did they take the page?"
"They think they did." Henry looks smug, but I can't keep my eyes open for long, so I close them and rest my head against David's shoulder. So warm. "Except my mom, of course. She just gave me and Mo a look, and I knew exactly what she meant."
"You gave them the forged page Emma made."
"Smart kid," I hear Snow say. "Where's the real one?" The sounds become distorted as I begin to pass out, everything feeling like it was spinning just before I lose consciousness.
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