So this is my first fic, albeit short, in a LONG tine. This idea popped in my head last night. It's really dark, bleak, and depressing. Sorry. But I couldn't help but wonder what the hell happened to those kids in the Dark Realm after Rumple killed his mother. Gideon was a baby again so he couldn't save them. Rumple was probably focused on his family. Let's face it, the 'heroes' would never even think about finding a way to save them. Emma couldn't even help Lilly find her father. I've been reading a lot of fairy tales and wanted to try and write this in an old fairy tale narrative style. Hope I did good. Also, I'm hoping to write a AU OUaT fic that is darker and perhaps more dangerous. I want it to stick to the darker styles of true fairy tales but there will still be hope in places and not every story will get their happy ending. Let me know what you think of that idea if I should pursue it or not.
She was gone. The wicked Black Fairy had finally vanished and despite the fear she would return with yet another unfortunate soul as so many of the times before, she never came back. The children were left to the mines and finally relieving themselves of the hard work and labor as they would often do so when she was gone. But soon they found they wouldn't have to work again. She wasn't coming back. Fear started quickly for there was no way out. No one ever knew how she had come and gone for she never permitted any of her children to learn. Not even her dear servant who often watched and cared for the children the Black Fairy had stolen from their bed and families.
The days went by as any normal day would without the hard labor and pain and the children grew up. The maid that had taken care of them so dearly soon faded in her time and passed away. The children now grown begged for food to the person who was no longer there. The guards long defeated and the black dust they mined their lives away stolen away with the fairy at the time she had left forever. The small morsels of food quickly dwindled to the last crumb and the soon pain and hunger returned, if hunger had ever vanished in the first place.
And then the darkness took over. The dark walls and caves and the night that never left, forever hanging itself in the sky, lowered their spirits despite the wishes to see the sun once more. The Black Fairy was gone and the children left to death. And all they were left to wish for was the wish they had never been stolen away to begin with.