A/N I guess: I do not own "Once upon a time" or any of it's characters. This is my terrible attempt at a story. This is also my first fic and story in general. This IS a SwanQueen story. I am a terrible writer and there is probably a lot of mistakes. Please go easy on me and don't be too harsh. Well then, let's get this started. Wait, before I start I'll say please comment and tell me what you think. And I'm typing this on my phone. So, without further ado... BEGIN!!!

Azlyn woke up soaked in sweat, gasping and trying to catch her breath. She had just awoken from the nightmare that has plagued her mind since the day her mom was taken. That was three years ago.

It was just a dream. Everything is fine, she told her self trying hard to slow her breathing to no avail. Except for the fact the shes gone,just like in the dream, and never coming back. The voice in her head said back. No, She isn't crazy just super pessimistic. She laughed to herself. It was a sad laugh full of the pain. The memory of that night freash in her head.

*Azlyn's pov* (Flashback):

It was storming outside. You could hear the rain pouring down, pounding on the dirt. The sound of wind cutting throught the air. I ran to mom who was lying on the floor almost lifeless. She was still alive, but she hit her head pretty hard.

"Mom wake up we gotta go. Please. Please wake up mom he's already here." I shook her, she didn't budge. Being the "optimist" I am I started to think the worst. I stood and started pacing back and forth. I heard a groan and looked to see my mom sitting up.

"Don't move you're hurt." I kneeled next to her.

"We need to get going we cant wait around here."

"But where are we supposed to go. He won't give up. He'll find us eventually."

She didn't have a chance to answer because she was picked up off the ground by a unseen force. She she started gasping for air and clawing at her throat. I didn't ever feel his presence when he approached.

"Put her down please. I'll do whatever you want." I could barely speak because I was to busy sobbing.

No response.

"Please." I begged.

Still no response.

"Please give me a few minutes with my daughter. Then I'll go with you." She gasped between words. Her voice raspy.

"What! No! You can't! I need you. Mom please. Don't. I-" My voice cracked. I was cut off by HIM.

"Silence." He commanded voice dripping with venom. It sent shivers down my spine.

"You have three minute. Time starts now"

Mom dropped from her place in the air. I crawled to her and enveloped her in a hug as I sobbed.

"Listen my little Swan.I dont have much time and there's alot I need to say. There's-"

"What are you saying. You cant go with him. I wont let that happen. Please. We can run. Hide. Whatever it takes." I cut her off. She held up a hand silencing me immediately.

"Azlyn please listen to me." She paused making sure I wouldn't interrupt again. I nodded for her to continue.

"I have no choice but to go with him but you- you will be safe. Three years from now I want you to got to a town called Storybrooke it is in Maine."

"Storybrooke, Maine. Why?" I asked skeptically. She just nodded and continued.

"Listen, Storybrooke is not a normal town. It's different. Magical. Go the and look for my parents. There names are David and Mary Margaret. They will help you." I nodded.

" What do you mean by special?"

So she explained it to me. The fairytales, the curse, the magic, the whole 411. So all the stories she told me before were about mom and her family. I nodded. Then he spoke up again.

"You're idiot parents wont be able to help her. That town and everyone in it will perish. Your daughter and parents along with it. I may be binded by a contract making me unable to kill this sweet little child of yours right now-" He paused and pinced my cheek. I pulled away from him.

"Don't you dare touch her." The rage was clear on moms face.

"SILENCE. I'M NOT DONE SPEAKING YET." His voice echoed through the forest. Mom and I visibly flenched. He continued.

"As I was saying, I may not be able to kill you yet but in 3 1/2 years I will be able to. And I will take my revenge for what they did to me."

"Take this necklace it will guide you home to storybrooke." Mom whispered puting the necklace into my hand.

I opened my mouth to speak but before i could get the words out he and mom disappeared. I sat there. I couldn't cry there were no longer any tears left. She was gone. Mom was gone and I was all alone.

*(End of flashback)*

I haven't shed a tear since then. She was gone and I was left to deal with the backlash. But all the problems I had to deal with after that didn't seem to matter. They were small and easily fixed.

*Third person pov*

Azlyn got out of bed, walked into the bathroom and up to the mirror.

"I look like shit." She mumbled. Her dirty blonde hair was a mess. She had a shoulder length pixie cut and brown eyes with a feint blue-ish green in them.

Her height about 5'5. She had high cheekbones, full lips, and a strong jawline. She was a perfect mix of both of her parents. (A/n: I'm terrible at descriptions and details and stuff. And sorry that I keep changing the tenses if it confuses anybody. Continue on.)

Azlyn stripped out of her clothes, after turning on the water, and got in the shower. Her tense muscles relaxed under the warm water. After thirty minutes in the shower she washed up,got out,and got dressed. She had on a white shirt that said "Chill Bob" in shining gold letters, some black skinny jeans, black and and white converse, a black leather jakcet, and a black snap back.(A/n: Alot of black isn't it.)

She then proceeded to pack two weeks of clothes and sat the suitcase by the door. After eating breakfast she left for work.

*Later that night*

Azlyn can home with a cupcake and a single blue star candle. She sat the cupcake on the counter with the blue star in it. She struck a match, lit the candle, and leaned on the counter looking at the star. Twirling the necklace her mother gave her. It was a snowflake attached to two crossing swords. Most likely representing her two grandparents.

"Another year alone." She wispered before making a wish and blowing out the candle. She straightened up, walked to the front doors grabing her keys and suitcase and walked out of the door. She turned around to lock the door and leaned her head against the door.

"Goodbye."

Azlyn walked down the steps into the parking lot. Running her fingers along her mom's 1969 yellow Volkswagen Beetle and saying goodbye to it too. She puts her suitcase in her 2016 dark blue chevy cruze before hopping in a starting her long drive to Storybrooke.

After a very long and exhausting drive Azlyn

finally crosses the "Welcome to Storybrooke" sign. It feels like a weight has been lifted of of he chest. Like she was drowning and is finally breathing again.

"Welcome home." She says to no one in particular. Azlyn drives around town before finding "Granny's bed and breakfast." She walks in and taps a bell that as sitting one the counter. A brunette comes down the stairs.

"Excuse me. I'd like a room please."

Finished chap 1. yay -. Please comment. Don't know if I'll write any more.