The Garden- Prologue

by Iknowaboutvikings

Abandoned as a child Killian Jones never thought he would see his father again. However fate had a different plan for him. After making a deal with the Evil Queen to get him one step closer to exacting his revenge on Rumpelstiltskin, Killian was reunited with the father he thought he had lost. This reunion though was not a pleasant one for Killian was there to kill the man he once

Everything was spinning and their was a sharp pounding in Emma's head when she awoke. It took several minutes for the room to stop spinning and for it to come into view. Once her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, Emma realized she was no longer in Storybrooke.

"Where the hell are we?" She groaned.

Behind her there were several rows of empty pews and on the other side of her an old beaten alter. Overhead a shattered stained glass window was the only source of light in the entire place.

"Mom?" A gruff young voice called from somewhere in the dark.

"Henry? Is that you? I am over here." Emma replied.

"Emma..." Another voice called.

"Where are we?" A third voice called.

"Mom, Dad?" Emma called after recognizing their voices.

Carefully the four of them got to their feet and huddled together in the center of the abandoned church.

"How did we get here?" Mary-Margret asked after she pulled away from a tight embrace with Emma.

"I don't know." Emma admitted as she looked around the church yet again trying to remember how they all arrived there.

"Could we be back in Camelot?" Henry suggested.

Both David and Mary- Margret nodded eagerly.

"No." Emma replied, "I spent every night wandering around the castle in Camelot. There was no church like this there."

"So then where are we?" Mary-Margret asked.

"I am going to find out." Emma said before marching toward the church doors.

"Wait! We are coming with you." David called after her.

Emma gave her father a half smile.

"What is the last thing you remember?" Emma asked everyone.

"Uh... the three of us were on the way to see you after..."

Emma began nodding.

"I don't remember anything after that either." Emma told them, "Whatever happened to us... I think it might have been caused by that."

"Emma..." Mary- Margret placed a loving hand on her daughter's shoulders.

"Until I know what is going on here I need you to wait here." Emma instructed, "Please keep an eye on Henry."

Both David and Mary-Margret nodded.

Emma half smiled then reached out to hug both of her parents.

"Be careful, Emma." Mary- Margret whispered.

Emma nodded then turned to the heavy doors and inhaled sharply before pushing them open. She stepped through them and out on to a stone covered walkway. The stone path fanned out into a beautiful garden surrounded by ruins.

"What is this place?" Emma mumbled to herself.