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Ignorance is Bliss	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2312 -:- 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
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Rumpelstiltskin took more than Milah's life and Killian's hand that day, he took their daughter as well. Aveena grew up believing that Rumpel was her true father with only minimal questions asked about it, but what happens when the stranger arrives in Storybrooke and everything begins to come to life?
Rumpelstiltskin follows Milah and Killian aboard the Jolly Rodger, sneering at the Pirates in distaste. He wouldn't show the hurt that was building up inside him at the fact that Milah had chosen rum-soaked pirates over himself and their son. "Well, well, seems like you finally found a family you could never have with me." He walks past her and over to the railing, looking around curiously; enjoying the scared looks he caught the crew sending his way. Being the Dark One certainly had its advantages. Milah walked over to him after a moment, holding the magic bean between her thumb and forefinger. He wondered what she would do if she found out what had happened to their son; if she would go with him and help to find Baelfire or would she simply shrug it off and stay with the pirate?
Rumpel attempts to grab the bean, only for Milah to toss it to her lover; tall, handsome, with eyes bluer than even the bluest of ocean waters. Milah often told him that she wanted her child to have blue eyes like her father's; she may have just that if she stayed aboard this ship. "You asked to see it, now you have," the pirate says, clutching the side where Rumpel had injured him moments before. Rumpel looks down at the deck for a moment before meeting Milah's intense gaze again.
"Do we have a deal," she asks, voice no longer drawing him in like it had done years ago. "Can we go our separate ways?" Her hands rested on her hips, her frustration clear. After all, why would she want to make a deal with a monster like him unless it would result in the safety of her one true love?
"Do you mean, can I forgive you," Rumpel asks, beginning to walk around her, making her turn to keep him in her sight. "Can I move on? Perhaps, perhaps; I can see you are truly in love."
"Thank you." Milah turns to walk to Killian when Rumpel takes a step forward.
"Just one question." She raises an eyebrow, silently telling him to continue. "How could you leave Bae?" Using his magic, Rumpel takes some of the ropes under his control. "Do you know what it's like, walking home that night..." he ignores Milah's pleas for him to stop."...Having to tell our son that his mother was dead?" Guilt filters across her face for a brief moment.
"I was wrong to lie to you that night," she admits, a little reluctantly. "I was the coward—"
"You left him! You abandoned him!" Whatever reply she had was cut off by an infant's crying. Rumpel's golden eyes darts to where the crying is coming from and sees a young boy holding a child who couldn't be any older than six months. He notices the barely contained look of worry on Milah's face and that Killian's hand drops to where his sword used to be the moment the child is heard. So, he was right it would seem; the pirate and Milah had a child together. In a moment of pure rage, Rumpel plunges his hand into Milah's chest, grabbing her heart and uses his magic to restrain Killian until he has the still-beating organ ripped out. The sadistic grin that was on his face vanishes the moment he hears Milah tell Killian that she loved him; without hesitation, he crushes Milah's heart until it is nothing but dust. With a flick of his wrist, the child was settled in his arms, no longer crying, just staring at him with eyes the color of Killian's, but holding the same intensity of Milah's; what little hair the child had was a dark brown.
"Let go of my daughter," Killian growls, standing up his hand curled into a fist. "You've done enough damage here, you demon." Rumpel finally looks away from the child and back to the pirate, an evil grin settling on his face.
"I'll have what I came for now."
"You'll have to kill me first!" Rumpel levitates the child while he pulls out the sword he'd stolen from Killian.
"Ah, ah, I'm afraid that's not in the cards for you, sonny boy." Before Killian could react, his left hand was lying on the deck and blood was pulsing from the stump—he dropped to his knees with an anguished cry, gripping his wrist. Rumpel picks up the severed hand, still curled into a fist that he thought contained the magic bean, and rests the tip of the sword against Killian's shoulder. "I want you alive because I want you to suffer like I did." Like he still was. Killian picks up a silver hook and drives it into Rumpel's chest, surprised when the crocodile lets out a delighted giggle. "Killing me is gonna take a lot more than that, dearie." He throws the hook to the ground
"Even demons can be killed, I will find a way."
"Good luck living long enough." Rumpel takes the child into his arms again, laughing when Killian lunges towards him, disappearing and reappearing behind the distraught pirate. "And I'll even give you an incentive," he chuckles darkly—red smoke beginning to swirl around his feet and make its way up his body. "Your little daughter." With that, the imp disappears, hearing only a single piece of what Killian had shouted. The child's name was Aveena.
Storybrooke, Maine
I sigh, fidgeting in my seat as I wait for the school bell to ring and dismiss me for the day. Chemistry wasn't a good subject to have as a last hour class—no one could focus on the work as much as they should have; not that the periodic table was a hard concept to grasp, even if you were terrible at science like I am. Glancing at my phone to see the time, I fold my assignment in half and use it as a marker in my book. I'll finish the chapter review tomorrow in class that way I can spend more time in the shop with dad. A few seconds later, the bells rings and I dart out of the class and to my locker; putting up my chemistry book and taking out my messenger bag filled with a composition book, a library book, an old pocket knife, and an assortment of mechanical pencils.
As I walk down the street towards the Antique/pawn shop my father owns I put my ear buds in and push play on my iPod, humming along to a Cinema Bizarre song. After a long day learning about stuff I'll never use in real life—Algebra II, for example—it would be nice to look through the piles of antiques my father has collected over the years. Most people avoided him because...well, I don't know why exactly. Then again, he is my father, but the only thing off-putting about him is his temper and weird sense of humor. Either way, people tend to avoid me as well simply because I'm Morgan Gold, Mister Gold's daughter. What idiots. The bell above the shop door jingles as I walk inside with a bright smile on my face. Dad comes out from the back room, holding a silver chalice that looks to be older than anything I'd ever laid my eyes on. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that was the Holy Grail," I smirk, laying my bag on the counter. Dad chuckles, his warm brown eyes glinting with amusement.
"How do you know that it's not," he counters, setting it on a small table near the front of the store. I cock my head to the side, pursing my lips in thought.
"Hmm, well, I guess it might be possible; you're an old man after all." I laugh again, hugging my dad tightly. "Well, I have to write a poem for English, so I'll see you in a few decades." He nods as I walk past the beige curtain and to his desk—cluttered with several valuable antiques. English was an easy class for me, but I couldn't write a poem to save my life.
Gold's Point of View
I watch the seventeen-year-old walk into the back room with a smile on my face. She had grown so much and I felt proud of her, even though she had developed some of her biological father's habits like stealing. Thankfully it was only a few candy bars and she hadn't got caught, but it made me mad that, even though she never knew the man, she was sometimes too much like Killian Jones for comfort.
It didn't help that she was practically the spitting image of the man, not looking much like Milah in the slightest; at least she had developed my taste of antiquities, though. It was difficult to raise her on my own, more so than I thought it would be, but I managed and I think I raised a woman to be proud of. "Such a good girl," I say softly, going back to polishing the Holy Grail.
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