(Author's note: This is my very first fanfic EVER so please don't be too harsh with reviews also, this is AU in a certain way.)

CHAPTER ONE

Fated Beginnings.

The air was crisp and the sky was cloudless and a deep blue hue today as Killian Jones sailed his prized ship through the ocean. Ice-blue gaze was narrowed mildly in thought as he steered the ship back towards Fairy Tale Land from his seemingly never ending search for Never Land-the place where no one grew up. Black hair was swept back by the breeze and his hook was glinting softly in the sunlight. Smee and the men were going about their duties as Hook's gaze locked upon the slowly growing shore of his homeland.

"Smee." Hook barked and the shorter male looked up "Yes Captain?" Hook stepped away from the ship's wheel "Land the ship, but for gods' sake don't run it aground." he ordered. Smee nodded "Yes sir!" He ran up the stairs and took the wheel.

Hook decided to take a walk around his ship, making sure everyone was keeping busy at the preparations for landing the ship..of course, Smee misjudged the distance and the entire ship shook violently, knocked off-balance, Killian quickly slammed his hook into the mast and gripped onto it "I TOLD YOU NOT TO RUN IT AGROUND!" He snapped, his blue eyes flashing in anger. Smee flinched at his captain's harsh bark, but shifted slightly on his feet "My apologies captain, I misjudged how far we were." Killian gritted his teeth in anger.

"Next time watch how fast we go!" He snarled and shook his head. He had not yet forgotten how gracious he'd been when he had let Smee onto the ship. The ship gave another violent shudder as it hit the sand and the crew were sent stumbling. "LOWER THE SAILS YOU IDIOTS! I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO TELL YOU HOW TO DO YOUR JOB!" Hook yelled. The crew regained their balance and quickly lowered the sails that were still catching the wind. He breathed heavily, trying to calm his temper. This had become increasingly difficult due to Milah dying and Hook had a shorter fuse than ever.

As Killian's thoughts went to his beloved dying he lowered his gaze a moment "I swear I will have my vengeance for you Milah" He stared up at the sky, gaze emotionless. "I will find that damn crocodile and kill him for what he did." Placing his hand to his chest, Killan vowed once again to have his vengeance for the injustice of his beloved being taken away. As he came out of it, he noticed Smee beside him and looked at him "What is it?" He asked.

"Sir, there's a hole in the ship." Smee replied and backed up as Killian's ire rose once again. "THIS is why you need to be careful!" Killian snapped "Now there's a hole in my ship! Get to fixing her. NOW" He barked and the crew scrambled to follow the order. Turning his gaze to the stairs that lead off of his ship, he looked at the crew "My ship had better be fixed by the time I get back!" He said and headed off after grabbing a bit of provisions and some money. Killian headed into town, getting a few things and putting them in his brown leather satchel he carried on his person at all times. As he continued his journey out of sheer annoyance of his precious ship being harmed, he got lost in the woods, but continued on his way. He walked for over three days.

There was a castle in his direct vision in the desert. Killian's brow furrowed in confusion, since when had that been here? He unsheathed his sword just in case and headed towards it, something was pulling him towards the castle, something he couldn't quite explain as he continued. His eyes narrowed as he came across the locked, wooden doors, though they were worn and slightly rotten from age. Raising a booted foot, he kicked the doors in and they fell with a loud CLANG to the ground in front of him. Smirking in triumph he started looking around the castle.

The only thing he saw that was odd was a staircase leading upwards. Left eyebrow rising, Hook headed up the stairs out of sheer curiosity, stopping when he came across thick thorns that served as a barrier. "Pathetic, who uses thorns as a barrier?" the captain muttered and slashed viciously with his sword. The thorns fell away and he stepped into the open area, stopping when he saw another thick bunch of thorns. Striding confidently over to the thorns, he cut them down and saw a vision of sleeping loveliness. She had auburn hair, and was wearing a purple dress. Killian's heart beat rapidly, this woman was the most beautiful goddess Killian had ever seen, and he had seen a lot of beautiful women. Lowering his head, he gently kissed her.

A pulse radiated through the world. The kiss of True Love.