And From The Ashes...
AN... Okay so this is my first try at posting my drunk ramblings so please be nice... but you don't have to be.
This is very AU and I am going to twist and turn a lot of things on their axes. So if you want classical OUAT this isn't for you, sorry. It will most definitely be Swan Queen-esque as they simply deserve to be together. I also promise not to kill anyone off with out warning.
I own nothing but the tequila I drank while writing this.
Chapter 1
Darkness descended upon the room as she entered. Malice and sorrow seeping into all corners of the room as she watched the wounded King struggling to reach the vessel and place his daughter into it. "All that effort," she snickered truly disgusted at his determination. "Such a waste really, look where love got you James, look what love gave you. You brought this upon yourself." Her intent darkening impossibly as she raised her hand, releasing a ball of fire and pain. Its target, the closing doors of the vessel.
"No," James yelled as he attempted to close and shield the wardrobe with his body. Fear and despair clenching his chest as the whole object erupted around him. Splinters and burning embers soaring throughout the room as the force behind the explosion sent his body flying towards the far wall. Groaning in pain as fire rained down upon him. Disbelief overtaking him as he feebly crawled back towards the remnants of the enchanted tree. Scouring the debris for his child as tears roll down his soot and blood covered face.
His fingers finding softness under a pile of burning wood, he griped the material softly and pulling it free only to feel his heart truly break as he recognizes her baby blanket, torn and a flame. Her name, "Emma," falling from his lips as the once proud and honorable King, shatters. A mournful wail escaping his lips as he grips the nearest would be weapon. Turning, he lunges with what strength he has left towards the bitch Queen of Wonderland.
The evil laugh erupting from deep within the brunette's chest as her eyes take in all the chaos around them in vivid detail, as though committing to memory her final victory over his line. His pitiful attempt on her life making her lips curl even more as her perfectly manicured brow arches higher. "There are rules 'King' James," She utters disgustedly watching his hobbling form approach. "You should not have hidden her from me...I always get what I want. " And with that she vanished in a cloud of crimson, the resounding waves of concussion sending the wounded King to his knees.
As he knelt, there among the tragic debris of his castle, time itself seemed to stand still. As if it were somehow in awe of the destruction. James, mourning the loss of his child, attempted to wrap his mind and soul around the devastation that surrounded him and its creation. He'd lost everything it seemed. Snow White, his queen, was taken by the same dark bitch who had just killed their child. She'd taken his thrown; his people had fought against her dark army with everything they had and yet they suffered just the same in the end except that there were fewer of them. James in all his fallen glory then and there vowed to what ever power may be listening, vengeance and restitution for his loss, for his pain. If only there was a way...
"Now that, I can help you with," said a voice oddly both vile and melodic, which crushed the silence.
Turning sharply only to behold the tragic form of man and magic, blended into one. "Rumpelstiltskin..." The articulation of the once man's fingers dancing eerily amongst the smoke, seemingly weaving a picture into thin air. At first obscure, but if he concentrated, James could almost see a child in his illusions, his child.
"My help for your vengeance..." Rumpelstiltskin continued.
The image in smoke shifting to the face of his missing wife. "And what for you in return?" He asked, knowing the creature's legendary deals come at an exponentially hard price from experience, and yet somehow being unable to look at the hazy image of his wife and deny her anything, let alone this.
"Something small and simple really." His ominous laugh sending a chill down James' spine. "A favor...one day, I want you to turn around when I ask. Nothing more, nothing less. Simply to turn and walk away..."
Tortured blue eyes meeting the luminous eyes of the Rumpelstiltskin. "Deal," he uttered. After all, he had nothing left to lose, he was a husband without a wife, a King without a kingdom and a Father without a child.
"Excellent the bargain is struck..." Pausing for a moment as if truly seeing the state of the King for the first time." You should probably get cleaned up...and fire your maid... I'm afraid she's not very good. Such a mess you Royals make..."
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Thanks for reading,
Frigid