Hello Dearies and all the OUAT's out there..
This chapter has been redone to a more satisfaction for the story.
Let's begin reading.. Enjoy
A small clearing in the distance among the trees from an old farm-house a soft glow forms. Bluish-yellow starting small growing rounder and bigger. Out steps a small figure wearing an outfit totally in black from the shirt down to the boots. Over the shoulder was a brown and black cloak. The figure turns around with a wave of her hand to close the portal.
Silence greets the air although a little cold in the night. The person wraps the cloak a little closer to warn off the chill. Finally the individual looks up at the moon to judge the time of the night and deemed it was early in the evening. The person finally speaks with satisfaction, "Finally I made it!"
An arm reaches up touching the hood of the cloak and throwing it back. A young girl stood there with brownish brunette hair that was styled into a braid as it laid down onto her back. Her auburn brown eyes studied the area and spots the farm-house in the distance. A smile emerges from her face. "What a relief. There is the farm-house that I need to go to."
She starts walking slowly towards the direction of the house. Yet deciding on another course of action. Instead she moved away from the path staying inside the borders of the woods. Circling the perimeter in the dark but guided by the moonlight that shone onto the ground.
In the distance not far from the woods yet close to the home. She saw weeds growing around a set of open metal doors that were put into the ground. "That must be the tornado shelter."
Moving from the woods in a rush she hid in the overgrown weeds making her progress slowly towards the open doors. As she reached the open doors of shelter that she was meant to find. She stops to open her magic to feel the surrounding area of the land.
"He is here. I can feel him!" she whispers as her gaze turned to the lighted window from the home. Knowing the story that he will be sent back to the lighted room in the shelter. Taking a quick decision she enters into the lighted room below the ground. Taking each step to see the area of which he was supposed to stay.
As she reached the bottom steps. In front of her was a steel cage with an old spin wheel inside. The only other objects with the spin wheel was a wooden stool with a pile of dirty clothes placed on top of it. Surrounding the area on the ground was straw and thin gold pieces in a pile.
Continuing her inspection in the room. To her left of the room she saw old shelves where some food containers were stored for emergency. To her right was just a dirt wall with a wooden barrel in the corner.
Gazing in the room more closely, she could see the shelves had an opening in the back. Lifting her hand to allow a glow of light shine from her hand to light her way.
I hope no rats are back here. The girl thought. Raising her hand behind the shelves she could only see dirt on the ground with spider cobwebs in the ceiling. Closing her hand to extinguish the light.
Well could be worse. Using her cloak she covered her body to blend into the darken area.
Taking a deep breath than exhaling to relax. Using her right hand she slowly flowed it over herself. Slowly her figure starts disappearing in the small space. Bending down to sit to get a good view of the cage from where she was sitting.
Slowly she waited for the one person she has been searching to emerge into the lighted area near the cage.
After it seemed like a lifetime she heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs slowly from the entrance of the shelter. A man appeared into the light that shone in front of the cage. The man entered the cage hitting the dirty clothes from the stool onto the dirt floor with menace. Then with his shoulders slumped he sat on the stool with his arms on his knees holding his head in his hands.
Looking at the man sitting there in despair. Her anger started boiling of the injustice done to him and everyone she loved. "Don't worry," she thoughts.. "I will save you. If it's the last thing I do on this mission."
As she continued gazing at the man. She watched as he looks up in her direction. Holding her breath in hopes he does not see her. Of course he can't see her.. Dumb dumb.. He can sense her. Please she prayed don't give me away.
Suddenly she heard another set of loud footsteps coming down the wooden stairs. A woman emerged in the light in front of the cage. She approaches the door of the cage slamming it hard. Which was the only sound that rattled as she put the lock back into place.
Zelena gazing at the man inside the cage with venom in her voice stating, "Hope you rot in hell, Doll!"
The man lifted his head turning to look at the witch. A sarcastic grin emerged on his face."You will regret this dearie," he taunted her with an evil stare under his long locks of his hair.
"We will see Rumpelstiltskin, " she retorted back to him. Turning she stomped back up the stairs. The next sound you heard was a screeching of metal doors closing then a loud bang.
The figure in the dark could only watch at the scene unfolded in front of her. She waited patiently of not moving a muscle or a breath out of her mouth. She could not afford any mistakes for this is a onetime thing she could do for her family.
Hearing a whisper from the man saying, "Belle, I miss you."
She could only close her eyes to the sound of his endearment. It was a wonderful sound hearing about her mother from this man. Letting go of her breath she was holding.
Hearing a movement with a loud crash. She opened her eyes. Between the shelves her gaze on Rumpelstiltskin standing in the cage holding onto the bars staring at her. Behind him she could see the stool was the sound of the crash as it stood loop sided on the floor.
"I can't see you, he retorted loudly, "However I can hear you dearie, Come out and face me!" At the last words he rattled the cage in anger.
Slowly she got up from her position moving around the shelves. Staying in the darkness she debated to move forward for a moment or two then finally with resolve. Using her magic she removed the invisible spell. Moving forward into the light to stand in front of the cage.
In the light she could see his amber eyes shine with evil intent from inside the cage. Distracted of the eyes of her father gazing at her for the first time. Not realizing she stood so close to the cage. The next movement was him rushing forward reaching out grabbing her cloak from between the bars pulling her to him.
"What can I do for you dearie?" he spitted out to her in her face.
He had sense the other power in the room earlier before Zelena came down the stairs. After being in here for months at end of this dungeon he liked to call it. It was new yet he thought he imagined it till he heard the brush of air escaping from this figure mouth.
Now gazing into the face of the cloaked individual in front of him. His hands relaxed from the hold of the bunched up cloak he held. For a brief moment he thought he was seeing a Belle in front of him except the amber eyes was not blue.
The girl froze at the hold he had on her. Slowly she moved her hands to remove the hood of the cloak. Once the hood fell back her gaze met his eyes.
"Do you mind letting me go," she asked quietly.
"Why should I?" he retorted with venom.
"I have been sent here to get you out," she answered.
At those words he released her cloak stepping back into the cage watching the girl waiting in silence.
Looking down of fixing the cloak to get the wrinkles out of it. She peaked from under her lashes saying, "My name is Phoenix, The gatekeeper of Oz. I have been sent here by Glenda to release you."
Rumpelstiltskin started giggling in his imp's evil way. Waving his hand at her. He advised her, "There has been no gatekeeper for over a thousand years dearie. Try again."
Looking at him knowing he wouldn't believe her but she had to try.
"I can prove it to you," she voiced with conviction.
First secure the area as she was taught from her family. Turning from him to look up the stairs at the metal doors. Her amber eyes glowed as she opened her full powers to the man in the room. Opening her hands she waved it towards the hinges of the doors to release fire. In a matter of minutes she melted the doors completely to the ground then placing a magical ward in the shelter to block all magical objects and magic from entering the room.
Rumpelstiltskin watched the young girl with slanted eyes to see what she was going to do. As her powers opened to him. His eyes opened wider with a gasp from his lips of the power he felt in the room. Suddenly a sense of relief in his body made him stumbled on his feet in which he grabbed the cage bars to his right to keep standing up.
When he got his bearings to glance up at the girl in front of him once again. She was entering the cage.
"The dagger is are no longer controlling you unless you leave this room," she stated to him. Reaching out with her hand with a smile that emerged from her face.
"Take my hand and allow me to get you away from here to Belle," she whispered to him.
He blinked at her in confusion of still feeling the power she exploded to him just a moment ago. Shaking his head to clear his mind. So much power. What potential can this child wield to everyone.
Boom! Boom!
The sound radiated from outside the metal doors. The two people inside didn't have to be told that Zelena was trying to get in but was still being unsuccessful as they heard the third sound of Boom.
"Please we don't have time. Take my hand," she said with a hurry sigh. She didn't want to force him to go with her. The magical powers of him and Zelena was even too much for her to handle in a magical fight.
Finally he gazed at the hand in front of him as he comprehended the words she said to him. Making his decision at last he reached for her hand.
Outside the welded metal doors of the shelter. Zelena kept using her magic hitting the doors to get in. She had felt the great power from in the house as the magical person placed the wards of where Rumpelstiltskin was being kept.
Lifting her hand once again placing all her magic into the metal doors.
The sound of metal screeching as slowly the doors were being pulled apart slowly from the ground. Like peeling a banana apart to the skin. Once she was able to get an opening to enter.
Rushing down the stairs. A quite room is what she received of the cage door was open swinging back and forth as a mockery that her once prized prisoner was now gone.