I decided to upload this story again after taking it down because I realized it was proving to be way too difficult switching from third person past tense to first person present tense every other chapter. So while the story will remain the same I have decided to write everything in the same tense which is third person past tense. Because as I have figured out from working on one of my other stories which is really popular and well written according to the review I have gotten from it. Secondly because it is the easiest way for me to write. This of course means I just have to go back and edit some of the earlier chapter I have while some of the later chapters were kind of written in a first person view any way they just need some tweeking. Here's hoping this will allow me to get updates done faster and farther into my story which I am excited to tell. Even though it is a major Au in every sense of the word, but I hope you will enjoy the ride as you encounter familiar characters from the show with a different twist, and some new characters as well.
Disclaimer: I do not own OUAT and make no profit from this. I just own this story and plot.
Plot: What if there was more than one curse then the one cast by Rumpelstiltskin on the residence of storybrooke. Thousands of years ago three brothers pledge their loyalty to one another before disaster befell them and tarnished their bond forever, sending the Enchanted forest into its present area overtaken by Ogre's. In the past as Rumple fights to find his son and set a curse in motion he is unaware that his actions are nothing more then steps in a plot that a great evil has spent years concocting. While in the present day town of Storybrook Maine the guardian, believer,and the savoir must work together to remove the curses, slay this great evil who ever it is, and all before time runs out. In this game of chess that they cannot afford to lose.
To set them all free from their cursed fate,
Four curses must you first break.
One is the darkness with a trickster's tongue,
Two is the feline with the mark on his hand.
Three is the brother with a double face,
Four are those trapped in a far off land.
"Don't worry you're safe," were the last words the Baelfire heard before he turned and fled the horrific scene that was standing before him and what had once been his shambled down home. However, with that monster back there who had taken his father from him; the hut no longer felt like home to the boy. Thus, without a second thought Baelfire ran for his life through the forest while tree branches scratched against his face. He had to get away; he couldn't stay back there with a murderer.
The shout of Baelfire's father calling his name echoed off in the distance, but he paid his father's voice no heed as he ran on. Nearing the end of the forest's pathway Baelfire tripped over a loose branch and stumbled out onto the main road that led away from the village, just in time to see the large hoofs of a jet black horse bearing down on him with a loud, "Bray!"
"Ah!" Baelfire screamed, causing the rider to back up his horse with a tug on the stallion's reins.
"Sorry mister, excuse me sir," Baelfire told the rider that sat on the horse's back, before backing into one of the several soldiers that were riding at a steady pace beside their captain.
"What have we here?" asked Trevor, a large muscular soldier with numerous scars and a patch over one eye, as he bent downward from his steed's back, and gripped the boy's arms. Trevor's nails began to dig into the soft exposed flesh as he examined Bae's features. "Not much of a fighter Captain, the mouse has got barely any meat on him. Bet he wouldn't do your brother much good in the org wars."
"It doesn't matter what good any boy would or wouldn't do my brother," John retorted, "our orders are to take anyone who is 14 years of age who is able to fight and hasn't served their time. So bag him up and we can get on with our return trip."
"Aye Captain," responded Trevor as he climbed off his horse. At that moment Baelfire bit down into Trevor's arm, his teeth breaking through the skin, causing Trevor to let go with a loud yowl. "I changed my mind, Captain, the boy isn't a mouse at all; he's a bloody lion.
Now free from Trevor's grasp, Baelfire made a dash for the woods to where freedom lay, in the hopes that he could lose the men who were trying to take him captive. However, he was stopped by a man on horseback who blocked his escape.
Captain John Worthington Foulfellow, a man in his early 60's, could best be described as being tall and lanky looking, with legs that were so long it was a wonder that he could even fit them into his horse's stirrups at all. Tumbling out of his head was a wild mane of long reddish brown hair that hung over his shoulders. Fierce brown eyes with flecks of gold in the irises reminded the boy all too much of a red fox, as John Foulfellow stared intently at him.
"So you're a fighter, hey? Well that's good," spoke John as he reached down and cupped Baelfire's head in his hand. "My brother, the Duke of the Front Lands, sent me to collect more men for his army; he could use a spirited soldier like you who's willing to do whatever it takes to stay alive."
Baelfire spied John's sword; grabbed it, and cut the horse's girth, causing John to fall off his horse and land on the ground in a cluttered heap. "Get away from me!" Baelfire shouted as he clumsily swung the sword in front of him, determined to defend himself from John, the conniving canine that sought to drag him off to an ill determined fate.
John picked himself up as he dusted the dirt off his cloak and the dark blue armor that he wore bearing the image of a silver fox on the chest plate, "Come on boy we're just trying to help. Do you honestly know how to use that thing?" asked John as he snapped his fingers, commanding his soldiers into action, "Get him, but try not to kill him."
Baelfire tried at first to fight off the soldiers, with John's sword raised to defend himself. Since the soldiers were far more experienced in the ways of combat, he soon tired out. Two soldiers, one on each side of the boy, grabbed him around his back and forced him on bended knees against the ground, while the sword was knocked from his hands and clattered to the ground with a gentle twang.
With the boy now in confinement, the rest of the soldiers, including Trevor, backed off as their captain approached.
Looking Baelfire directly in the eyes, John said "Well not bad boy. Nice try."
In response Baelfire sent forth a load of spit at John Foulfellow with the intent of hitting him in the face. Unfortunately, the spit missed John's face and fell to the ground, forming a small puddle on the dirt covered road.
"Good, I can see that you're angry at me. Well you should be. After all I'm about to be the one responsible for taking your freedom away from you. So hold onto that hate." said John as he took up some dust from the pouch at his side and blew it into Baelfire's face.
Almost instantly Baelfire's eyes began to droop as he sunk toward the ground, his world turning dark.
"After all I want you hate me," said John as he removed Baelfire's cloak and propped him up on Titan's back. The boy slumped forward, so that his head lay resting against the reins, ears, and dark main of the black stallion.
"Excuse me sir, but won't someone come after us when they find him gone?" Tim, one of the soldiers, a young boy with sandy blond hair asked, his voice filled with dread and worry.
"Not if he's dead," answered John, unsheathing the dagger that lay at his side and slashing it across Baelfire's cheek, where a small stream of blood started to form, and flow down the side of the boy's face, glistening brightly against the boy's cream colored flesh.
Baelfire winced slightly in his sleep, but otherwise he did not stir.
John placed the Baelfire's cloak against his cheek to stop the blood from flowing and wiped his dagger clean before returning it to its sheath.
"And how are you going to do that, Captain, without actually killing him?" Tim asked.
"Well Tim," answered John as he tore the stained red cloak before walking over to a ledge, flicking of his wrist and sending the cloak over the mountain's edge. The cloak landed on the rocks below where it was picked up by the stream. "By doing that" John grinned, "Come on let's get going," He picked up his sword and sheathed it before jumping onto Titan's back and heading off.
Tim picked up John's saddle before following after the captain.
As Captain John Worthington Foulfellow and his crew headed off, large black clouds rolled in. Down from the sky came buckets of rain, washing away the smells and tracks of all who had been involved in Bae's plight.
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