4:15 AM, Storybrooke

It was late in the sleepy town of Storybrooke, Maine, there was the sound of thunder. Not out of the ordinary. It was bright flash of gold and black. It zipped along the sky...then disappeared.

Neverland

The sky lit up once again with the same gold flash and something crashed on the island of Neverland. Peter Pan saw something crash, bolting up. He had to find out what it was. He began his journey towards the crash site.

Tree branches cracked. There was a moan of pain. Colleen O'Shea laid unconscious on the ground. Blood came from her head.

Stirring as she awakened, she smelled trees...a forest...judging by the temperature and the feeling of sand beneath her, she had to guess it was some sort of jungle. blinking her green eyes. A blonde woman laid on the ground in the jungles of an island, covered in black sand. Shaking her head and dusting herself off, she stood up on shaky legs. She hurt all over when she moved. Worst of all was feeling a shooting pain up her arm.

"Shit," she cursed.

Her arm was broken. Steadying herself on her unstable legs, she used the nearest tree to help her stand.

Her hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail; the oddest thing was a single black stripe in her blonde hair. She was about in her twenties, dressed in a tank top and a pair of sweatpants, barefoot. She looked around to see where she was and didn't recognize anything.

Sore and tired, she got up and tried to walk. It just hurt so much. She grasped a trunk, steadying herself to sit down on the sand. She'd have to come up with a plan to find help. Hell, she had been trained to. She just had to figure out where she was and if there were any people. She looked up at the sky to figure out what stars were in the sky-none of them looked recognizable to her. Nothing like she had ever seen in her life.

Peter Pan watched from the shadows, seeing the intruder. A black stripe was in her hair. Though she was an adult and was certain the shadow would get rid of her, there was something about her. Something radiating off of her-she seemed...lost.

North Pole

"North!" Jack Frost said panicking. "She's gone! Colleen's gone! Pitch...a-and Sandy..."

"Where?" North said frantic.

The Guardian of Fun explained the scene he had witnessed: the screams and the horrible nightmare. Waving his staff, he used ice to get Pitch away from her. He evaded his move...just barely. He and Sandy battled with Pitch in Colleen's rooms. Then the flash of light and the two of them disappeared. Jack barely had time to see where they went.

"I...I don't know," he said, tears streaming down his face. "She was...she disappeared...with a snow globe..."

"We need to find her," North said serious. And Pitch. Who knows what he is planning this time."

"He pulled the switch in the globe room to summon the others...the Northern lights signal glowed in the sky, alerting the others...

Pitch Black had landed somewhere in the forest. Dusting off his black robe with remnants of ice and dreamsand, he frowned in annoyance. Those damn Guardians! Especially the Frost child. They always ruined his plans to take over the world to bring fear and darkness. He had almost succeeded. This time it wasn't going to happen.

He had to find her. He was close to turning the girl into a fearling-not just any fearling. The one that possessed her was old and dangerous. If only that brat Frost and the damn Sandman hadn't interfered: if they hadn't knocked him into the shelf...knocking one of North's snow globes...and the girl disappeared...along with him and Sandman.

Upon looking around, he saw the sign for Storybrooke. There was something about this town...it had an overwhelming amount of magic. Evil magic almost. He could sense it. He saw the sign, staring with his gold eclipse eyes.

"Storybrooke," he read. "Interesting town."

A car pulled up towards him.

Hey!" said someone, opening the window. "You lost?"

Pitch smirked as he conjured some black sand behind his back.

"Yes," he replied. "How far is the nearest town?"