The girl with the angel necklace

by runnertributedemigod

After getting a message from a long lost friend, Jess finds herself in Storybrooke trying to bring back the one person who can fix the only people she loves left. But what happens when that person is the last one she ever wants to see again?

1. Chapter 1

Helloo! This is my first fanfic and I hope you guys like it. ?

this story is set about a year after they supposedly get the darkness out of Emma (Rumple has no more magic, Emma has her light magic back, merida is back in her world etc.)

So, on with the story!

Chapter 1: Welcome to Storybrooke

My bare hands are the first thing to hit the rough ground. The second is my head.

I let out a little groan, then slowly sit up to see my surroundings. The message said I would arrive in a place called Storybrooke. The place the magic bean had dropped me seemed to be the middle of a cemetery. Great, what excellent introduction. I move to pull down my hood. When the palms of my hands make contact with the brown material, small sharp needles crawl up my arm. I look down at my hands to see them badly scratched from the lovely tree root I landed on. Taking some bandages from my pack, I wrap them around my hands then stand up to get a better idea where I am.

Yep. Definitely in a cemetery.

The gravestones are neatly but widely space apart, and I can't help but look as I pass them trying to figure which way the town is. I recognize some of the names from the Enchanted Forest. All of them I've only heard about. Since I didn't grow up there, I only heard rumors of all the legendary royalty, such as Prince Charming and Snow White.

I see a beach in distance through a small gap in some trees, and figure I must be going the wrong way. I start to turn around when a familiar name catches my eye. I move closer to get a better look. The sight makes my eyes go wide and my hands start to shake. My breathing becomes quick, and my shaking knees make me fall to the ground. Too shocked to cry, I graze my fingers over the name.

Neal Cassidy.

My beloved friend, the one person I trusted, is lying in the ground beneath me. The boy who gave me a chance to escape my previously uneventful life, the man who sent me a message to come find him in Storybrooke. He said I could start over. He said he would be here. Is dead.

Finally, as a single tear rolls down my face, I hear a scream.