Fairytale, Land 28 Years Ago
"I honestly do not see why Snow White being pregnant with twins affects me in the very least…," Robin said quietly as he paced around kicking at the random rocks that had been lying on the floor of the prison, "come to think of it why do you want me here? Why have you requested my presence?"
Rumpelstiltskin laughed a deep throaty laugh, "patience is truly scarce amongst the youth." Robin rolled his chestnut eyes in frustration before leaning back against the hard rock walls. The rocks dig into his body at odd angles causing a slight pain but for right now it was the closest thing to be outside right now.
"The twin's fate could be easily swayed by the fates of good and evil," Rumpelstiltskin answered, "she could be an asset to me," he placed his face in-between the bars, his nose sticking through the thin empty space between the iron bars, "and you…you shall be her protector. Bring her to me in twenty-eight years." His bony hands jerked forward, a purplish dust overcoming Robin.
Robin began to sputter and spin around attempting to get the dust away from him. He stomped towards the cage angrily rattling the cages, "what did you do to me?!" He accused.
Rumpelstiltskin held up two bony arms backing up into the corner of his confinement, "me?" he pointed to himself, "well I've spared you. You should count yourself lucky."
Robin felt the blood boil underneath his skin, for a moment he considered reaching for the bow and arrow resting on his shoulders but then reminded himself that it was no use. He turned on his heels passing the guard with a curt stiff nod he climbed the rest of the way out of the catacombs determined to forget any of he said, rather wanting to focus on the great outdoors. He was content with spending his last few days before this great curse in the woods where he was open and wild and free.
"Robin…," the deep voice of no other Prince Charming then himself.
He stood a few feet away. Robin felt himself groaning wondering what it was this time that he'd done to be punished.
"I need your help." Prince Charming said.
Present Day-Café
"Storybrooke, Maine?" a petite woman in her late twenties with porcelain colored skin, bright green eyes and shoulder length black hair said with a snort before going to take a sip of coffee.
"Lex….," the man across the table had curly auburn colored hair sighed deeply in frustration falling back into the leather seat making loud noises as he slumped deeper, "what does it really matter a town's name? It's the job."
Lex placed her coffee down on the table. Her cheeks and the tip of her nose were bright red from the cold brisk air, it was times like these that Matt was convinced his er-ex-friend-partner-something was Snow White. Something that she hated to be reminded of, apparently a lot of people liked to point it out to her.
"What town next….Happyville? This can't be a legit town." Lex replied.
Matt raised an eyebrow and tilted his head, "Legit isn't a word...," he trailed off with the pointed look she had given him. If looks could kill he was certain one of hers would have surely put him into his grave early. He could remember the first time he'd met her, a fragile weak thing with hollowed out cheeks digging through the garbage for any small parcel of food. It was that day he first stole something. Stealing wasn't right, but stealing in case this child didn't starve….didn't that make it right? It was then that their odd friendship, partner ship thing began.
"Would you stop correcting me? Who gives a damn about my English…," she picked up the coffee and chugged the rest of the warm liquid into her mouth before digging in her winkled jean pocket for the ten dollar bill before slamming it onto the table, "c'mon off to Storybrooke we go."
Scrambling Matt picked up his leather jacket from where it rested on the seat and his tattered ratty faded old gloves. Out of one of the pockets from the leather jacket fell a broken in half arrow. An arrow he never remembered acquiring but one he always remembered having. Picking up the pieces he gently tucked them into his pocket.
The car ride to Storybrooke was spent in silence. Matt stared at the forest as they passed. There was something about them that enthralled him. Their mystery, their freedom, the life in them, it was as if some invisible force always drew him towards it.
"Look nature boy…," Lex drawled out, "let's do the job first and then we can play in the woods."
"You're a very mean soul sometimes Alexia."
A/N:I want to clearly state that I do not own Once Upon A Time, that I've just recently gotten into it so I apologize for any mistakes. Most of them are most likely creative liberty…..so how did I get into this story simple. I love adding new characters and my new character came in the form of Alexia(which means defender), the twin sister of Emma, whose fate is easily swayed by good and evil. She looks a lot like her mother and it will be explained how she traveled to the nonmagical world very soon. Yes Matt is Robinhood, I'll explain this too. Put please, please, please, leave me a review.