Chapter 1
Emma woke up in cold sweats. She was having the dream again. The one where she was with the blonde man smiling at her, as he put her in some dark place. She couldn't identify his face but everything about him spoke father. She wished that was him, but most likely her parents weren't going to come find her any time soon. She looked at the clock. 7:15 AM. As if on call, the doorbell rang. Emma stood up, and looked down at what she was wearing. A night slip. Great. She slipped on her robe and sidled to the door expecting the landlord, coming back about overdue rent. Instead, there was a young boy smiling up at her.
"Can I help you?" She said raising an eyebrow. She wasnt in the mood for Girl Scouts, but she wouldn't mind some cookies. But sadly, this kid was a boy.
"Yeah. Im Henry. Im your son." the boy said, looking up at Emma like she was a god. Emma took a step back.
"I don't have a son." Emma said, half expecting the boy to start crying. Instead he said,
"I know you don't remember, but you will. You have up a baby for adoption. That was me." Emma had no choice but to let the kid in. She didnt want him to get mugged on the streets of New York City.
"Come on in." Emma said, opening the door. Henry sprinted into the apartment and sat at the breakfast bar.
"I need your help. I can't explain yet, my mom told me not to rush it, but I need you to come with me somewhere. It's important," the boy said desperately. Emma couldn't help but look into his eyes. He had Neal's eyes. She couldn't think about Neal. He disgusted her to the point where her gag reflex was going off.
"Ok. Where to?" Emma asked reluctantly, "I don't know if I can trust you."
"You can. I promise. My mom is an old friend. You don't really remember her." Henry said, looking out the window to the bustling streets of the city.
"What did she do, roofie me?" Emma mumbled under her breath.
"What?" Henry asked.
"Oh nothing." Emma said, "Come with me."
They'd been driving for an hour now. Henry was flipping through a book filled with pictures of handsome knights and princesses with crowns atop their heads.
"This one is my favorite," Henry said, flipping to a page with a picture of two women embracing. One blonde and one dark haired. It sent a burst of happiness through Emma, for a reason she couldn't explain. Henry flipped closer to the beginning of the book and an image caught Emma's eye. It was a blonde man, holding a baby by a big wooden wardrobe. Kind of like her dream. It's crazy the amount of coincidences in this book. Emma refused to think of them as anything more than that, coincidences. Henry looked up from the book as he saw the exit.
"Turn there." he told Emma, and she followed his lead, steering her car into an unknown place. There was nothing for miles, until up ahead there was a sign
Welcome to Storybrooke.