Once Upon a Time: Tales of the Guardians

by Anya-BlazeSweet-Wishes08

Regina might've brought the worlds together, but not all villains let go of their grudges. Peace could only last for so long. Guardians were chosen to protect the little forgotten spot in Maine. They did their best,but were too late to stop another curse. But it only took the ones the villains wanted to punish. Lucy,a few years older,has found them. And plans on bringing them home.

1. Ch1: Prolog

((I don't own any of these characters based of Disney films used in Once Upon a Time, all I own is my idea for my character(who's based off of my favorite christmas story) , this story is written just for fun cause I like the idea. I hope you all like it too))

Ok so stop me if you heard this before. . . .Once Upon a Time~. . . .yeah, you're probably thinking of something already aren't you? Well this story is very much like others you've heard. And I'll make a safe bet and say it won't be the last.

I am very thankful Regina brought all the world's together, that's how I met my friends and my new love. But even though she changed for the better, not every evil heart was swayed so easily.

It's my fault these two villains met, my fault my first love is gone, my fault this cursed started and ruined the peace everyone worked so hard to make.

But you'll find all that out later, in time.

For now I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Alana. I work in an old fashioned dance studio that also functions as a clothes shop. The building is meant for dancing. Dance floor, dance shoes, dancing dresses, dancing suites, dancing this and dance that. It was surprising I still liked dancing myself. But I do, so very much. It's my life.

I live with my adoptive parents, they're not married, I don't even call them mom and dad. I call them Ms. Noelle and Mr. Achbor. I can't even call them parents, more like bosses; but I don't get paid.

But. . .my life isn't too bad. Every morning I get up extra early to clean the dance studio. I do this so I can dance while cleaning. And apparently someone noticed. A young hispanic man, around my age. He comes by everyday now to watch me dance. I once asked who he was, he simply said "Call me Coco"

We became friends, and one day he said he wanted to give me something in return for letting him see me dance. Now whenever I go out to the square, he plays his music for me. He strums his guitar and sings for me. He has the most wonderful voice. And plays guitar like no other. He hangs out with a few other people. I wish I could met them, but it's dangerous enough for me to have one friend. My bosses would keep me inside for life if they ever found out. Thank the gods they like staying inside and like sending me everywhere to do stuff for them.

Everything in my life seemed. . . ok I guess. I didn't mind living it. But then this girl came, talking of stories, some. . .nutcracker. I didn't understand what it meant then. But I do now.

Well I think that's enough for an introduction to this I guess. Now if your interested, you can keep reading, or turn back and read something else, up to you. But I will tell our stories. One way or another.