An ogre was ripping him apart.

Morraine could do nothing but watch and wait for her own turn. After the boy is dead, the ogre will turn to her. She had no where to go. If she ran back, there were three more ogres in the process of destroying more of her friends. She was in the middle of a horror that she couldn't escape. She could almost feel the sharp claws on her skin, cutting deep into her organs. She sat on the ground and hoped the ogres will not notice her.

Suddenly, the ogre disappeared. She looked back. She saw her friends on the ground, but no ogres. She hurried to them. They were bleeding and dying. She tried to bandage them up. She didn't know who to help first. They were all so torn apart. She stopped by her closest friend and neighbor who was so badly hurt that she was at death's door. Morraine did what she could to make her friend comfortable.

"Tell my parents I tried," her friend said, tears falling on her face and getting soaked into the ground along with her blood.

"I will…" Morraine said sobbing silently and holding her dying friend by the hand.

"Tell them," her friend breathed heavily, "tell them I love them"

"Tell 'em yourself" a loud giggly voice said from behind Morraine.

Morraine turned to see a lizard-like monstrous creature laughing at her.

"Can't you see she is dying?" Morraine whispered angrily, trying to shoo that imp away.

"Not anymore," he giggled and disappeared.

She looked back at her friend. She was still bloody, but she looked completely whole, and alive.

"Wha-" Morraine started in amazement.

"That thing healed me." Her friend said. "He waved his hand and some purple smoke appeared and… I don't know, I just felt better."

Morraine, tears still running down her cheeks, just stared at her friend and started laughing with relief.

They felt like they were waking up from a terrible nightmare just to see that everything was OK.

"Something happened to his skin when he healed me," her friend told her. "He became more lizard-like."

They looked around and saw that there were no ogres, and that all the children who were dying were now walking around looking for each other.

The children huddled together in random spots, some of them calling to the benevolent creature to heal their friends.

Morraine saw the imp again a half hour later. He came back because a boy was crying for help.

The boy pointed at his friend on the ground.

"This one is dead," the imp giggled rudely, "I can't fix him," he announced gleefully, "that's why I didn't," he giggled again.

Morraine approached the strange-looking man and looked closely at his face.

She suddenly felt faint and stumbled backwards when she thought she recognized the imp.

It was none other than her other neighbor Rumplestiltskin! He was Baelfire's father! She remembered that today was Baelfire's birthday. She completely forgot about it during the war.