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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
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- 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
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- 66-66
- 67-67
- 68-68
- 69-69
- 70-70
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"When I said that we needed backup, I didn't think you'd bring everyone you have movie nights with," David quips with a small smile.
"Not in a humerus mood, farm boy, you interrupted my movie night and you should be afraid."
"Mo, I taught you your favorite fighting stances, I think I'll be fine."
"I have a glass jar of cheese dip, do you really wanna mess with me?" David's smile diminishes slightly as I walk past him into the secret room, my merry band of geeks trailing in after me with some kind of food or drink in their hands. And then I felt it, that weird feeling tugging in my chest, and the last time I felt that was right before Papa sacrificed himself to the Alp. God, no, please! I tighten my grip on the bag of Doritos, giving Micah a wide-eyed stare. The Necromancer gives a small nod of understanding, breaking away from the others to walk over to me. "Papa," I whisper to him.
"Yes, ma'am," he returns just as quietly, poofing me to Papa's shop with the faintest of movements from his hand. When the indigo smoke of his magic clears, I find Papa sitting on the floor with his back against a display case, looking up at me and barely managing to keep his head up. Isaac is behind another display case a few feet away, his quill and bottle of ink in front of him, along with a book similar to the ones back in the Sorcerer's mansion.
"Aveena," Isaac says after he gets over the fact that I just popped up out of thin air," what are you...?" I ignore the Author and drop to my knees next to Papa, helping to keep him sitting upright as his strength fails a little more. "Why do you have cheese dip and chips?"
"Because," I grunt, nearly falling when Papa collapses on me for a minute before I right him again. "Food solves a lot of problems. Get back to your writing, or whatever it is you were doing."
"M-make sure," Papa gasps, his voice unsteady as he deals with the pain of his heart blackening," make sure my daughter is taken care of. I don't care if I'm a hero in the world you are creating, if she's mistreated, I will find a way to kill you no matter the consequences." Isaac's mouth twitches in displeasure, scribbling away in his new book with his quill. Papa squeezes one of my hands, resting his head on my shoulder as he catches his breath.
"One more thing," Isaac says after a quiet moment," your son—Baelfire, would you like me to make the both of you forget him?"
"No," Papa and I snap at the same time, neither one of us wanting to forget the last good memories we have of Neal.
"No," Papa repeats in a softer tone," I want my memories of him. But maybe with a... Slight adjustment? I would like a world where I remember doing right by my boy. Where he might be gone, but I can live with that loss. Where Bae sees me as a hero right at the end." I rest my cheek against the top of Papa's head, feeling the tears stinging my eyes. "And my girl here, I want her to live happily even if that may not be with me. I want her to have all the things I was never able to give her and I want her to retain her magic, so I know she's safe."
"I can do that," Isaac assures him with a kind smile. "And with that last piece, it's time to finish." I close my eyes, holding tighter to Papa as I feel the pulse of unfamiliar magic hit me. "The end." Bright flashes of light and the ground rumbling beneath me has me squeezing my eyes shut, my fear of earthquakes rising to the surface and making me shake and whimper in Papa's arms. At least I'm with him when all of this is happening this time, and I'm not being forced to watch him die. He'll be better in this new world, Regina will finally have her happy ending, and I bet Henry'll learn how to use a sword. Oh shit, will Henry come to the new world? I can't leave my nephew here with no one to look after him!
Enchanted Forest—Alternate Universe
I wake slowly, memories spiraling through my head of a sickly old man before they disappear entirely and my real memories fall back into place. "Why am I on the floor," I mumble to myself, slowly sitting up and looking around my bedroom in one of the towers. It's not until I'm standing that I realize I'm holding a strange glass object tightly in my hand. The label stuck to the front of it is done up in garish shades of oranges and yellows, proclaiming the substance inside to be cheese dip, though I have no clue what that's meant to be or why I'm holding it. "I know I did not drink that much last night." I set the container down warily on one of the tables in my sitting room, backing away from it. One of the servants can take care of it when they clean the rest of my chambers. With a resolute nod, I use my magic to don my gown for the day—made up mostly of white cloth with a crimson bodice and gold detailing.
After brushing the tangles out of my hair, I leave my chambers and start down to breakfast, having to stop every so often when a flash of false memory would race through my mind, memories surrounding a vastly different Snow White than I'm used to dealing with. I clutch at my head, squeezing my eyes shut as I lean heavily against the cold stone of the wall until the memory passes. "Are you well today, Aveena," the fake James questions, not looking much like he cared, more concerned with his wife growing angrier than usual.
"Is my well-being such a high concern for you, David?" It was a teasing remark, one David takes in stride with a tiny hint of a smile.
"If her favorite pet is unwell, then Her Majesty would be upset."
"Too true. Shall we join our mistress or do you think she'd like us better out here in the hall?" David's smile widens a fraction as he offers me his arm before leading the way into the dining hall where Snow White sat at the head of the table. She isn't happy today, but she hasn't been since Prince James was killed.
"Why are you smiling," she demands, a goblet of wine in one of her hands.
"We're simply excited to bask in your magnificence, Highness." My sarcasm was obvious and the Queen's scowl deepens, taking another sip of her wine as David and I seat ourselves—across from each other, but two chairs down from the Queen. A serving maid sets a plate of food down in front of me, the sight of it alone enough to make me feel ill for some strange reason. I always have an appetite around this time, so why wouldn't I today? Mayhaps I'm coming down with something—I'll go to the physician later today. "May I be excused, I'm not feeling well."
"Are you going to see those men again, the serving boy and the pirate?"
"I am."
"Then you don't have my permission." The smile I give her as I stand up is cold and I can see trace amounts of fear in her eyes.
"I don't recall asking your permission."
"I am the ruler of this kingdom and I forbid you to leave the palace grounds."
"If you don't let me leave this place without a fight, then I will give your royal ass a kick so hard that you won't be able to sit right for a week." I play off the strange threat, a mask of hard anger on my face while I wonder where those words had come from. "Now, excuse me." I bob a quick curtsy, my clothing changing in the quick motion—now a simple pair of black breeches, boots, a white shirt, a brown corset that went over the top and was easy to remove without assistance, and a black coat with intricate red detailing around the collar, back, and shoulders. Snow's unoccupied hand grips the carved armrest of her chair tightly, her knuckles white with rage. I send a conniving grin at David before my magic swirls around me and transports me to the docks. The seaside village is busy today, several ships making port to trade the treasures brought back from other lands.
I move expertly through the crowd of people, none of them stopping to notice a woman in pirate's clothes—had I come in my earlier clothing, they would have realized I was the Queen's sorceress and murdered me in cold blood. "Vee," a familiar, accented, voice calls out. I turn, finding the pirate that called to me from aboard the Jolly Roger.
"Killy," I grin, making sure not to go aboard the ship since its Captain was away. "When did you lot get in?"
"Last night, we made it just before the storms hit."
"Lucky timing." Killian Jones grins shyly, scratching the back of his head. "I've got to go, but I'll come and see you before I leave for... Well, you know where." He gives me a nod and another smile, going back to his duties aboard the famous vessel. Blackbeard kept a tidy ship and had earned the feared respect of many other pirates, but I have a feeling that Killian would be even better at the job without the need of fear.
"Aunt Mo!" I'm tackled a few feet away from the tavern door by a skinny brown-haired boy. "I've missed you!"
"Can't... Breathe," I gasp out, the boy having knocked the air out of me when we hit the hard ground. He pulls back sheepishly, helping me stand up and brushing the dirt and filth off my clothes. "Do I know you, squirt?" His joyous expression falls, as though he'd been expecting something big and wonderful to happen. and instead got stuck with me. It's strange though, Mo seems like a nickname I should be familiar with.
"Yeah, I'm your nephew and we're trapped in a book right now, but I know I can get you to remember somehow." I stare at him for a second, giving a little nod, and taking a step back. "I'm not crazy, I swear! I can prove it."
"Okay... Um, prove away, random child."
"What do you think of when you hear the word 'inconceivable'?"
"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means," I answer automatically, pausing afterwards with a furrowed brow. "Where did that come from?"
"Riffraff, street rat, I don't buy that..."
"If only they'd look closer. Would they see a poor boy? No sirree, they'd find out there's so much more to me." I pause again, the instant, instinctual response making me question my sanity. "Okay, I'm going to take a chance and believe you, but only because I've been feeling really strange today and following a little boy around is the most normal thing I've done all day." He grins up at me, the type of grin that was contagious and had me grinning back and ruffling his hair. "So, do you have a name or should I continue calling you squirt?"
"Henry, but I'll make an exception for you, Aunt Mo."
"Well, how about I buy you something to eat." I give his stomach a poke, giggling a little at his smile. "I could introduce you to my fiance."
"Who's your fiance?" He looks genuinely interested, stuffing his hands into the pockets of the strange black coat he has on. Now that I study him closer, I can pick out a few quirks and features that we share, though he looks like the ghost of my best friend from childhood. Baelfire died in the Ogre Wars a little before Snow White took me from the orphanage to learn my abilities, but perhaps he has been reborn again as this child?
"Peter Pan."
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