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Prologue (Emma)
Tallahassee.
Emma took one more look around her. At the buildings, at the park in front of her, rusty and deserted. At the faded paint on the walls of the place she had been calling home for the past two years. She stared at the ground, at the cracked sidewalk and the grass trying to fill in the missing chunks of it. Something caught her attention, a shiny thing nestled in between one of the many cracks and she crouched down to pick the object up, discovering it was a small, simple circular pendant on a silver chain.
Slipping it into her pocket, she opened the door to the Yellow Bug. Emma sat down in the driver's seat, clutching her swan necklace as a wave a memories hit her; memories of what could have been. One lone tear slipped down her cheek. She let it, before promising herself that she was done crying. Tallahassee was supposed to be her happy ending, but happy endings only existed in fairy tales, she knew that now. Now it was time to move on with her life, to forget about him, about the what ifs and about the little boy that was now long gone.
Sighing, she gripped the steering wheel tightly and prepared herself for a long, lonely journey far from her 'happy ending'.
How did this happen? This morning she had woken up to work on her latest case, almost forgetting that it was her 28th birthday. It hadn't mattered anyway. No one would care and she was just fine with that.
That was until a 10 year old boy by the name of Henry had knocked on her door and announced that he was her son. She let him in, the whole time her mind racing, until she looked into his eyes. Those were his eyes. The eyes of the person who she had been trying to forget. The eyes of the person she most definitely did not want to encounter in her life again. She knew right then and there- with the help of her superpower- that this boy was not lying, that he was her son. But she also knew that somewhere, someone would be looking for him, and she had to get him back home.
Which is how she ended up driving her car to Storybrooke, Maine. Who even names a town Storybrooke? The kid- her son, she had to remind herself- was sitting in the backseat rambling about fairy tales and curses and a book. He seemed so sure about his ideas: that the people living in his town were characters from his story book and that his mother was the Evil Queen, that she was almost worried for him. It wasn't her problem though; it had been a closed adoption.
After dropping him off at his house, she took off. She still stood by her decision from years ago, and he had found his best chance with the mayor. She quickly glanced at the seat beside her, noticing that the boy left his book. He sure is a smart kid, she couldn't help but think, shaking her head. Focusing back on the road, she saw, too late, the wolf standing in the middle of the road, just in front of the "Welcome to Storybrooke" sign, directly in her path.