Chapter One

Mia was walking back from the well when her stomach rumbled.

Will need to get more food tonight, will need more money then. While I'm at it I might as well get more clothes. These ones are getting way to torn up. She thought as she set the bucket full of water onto the ground to push a boulder out of the way.

She then climbed into her hideout which mainly consisted of a tunnel leading to large hole with old musty rugs covering up the dirt walls and floor. A pile of blankets in one corner of the hideout for sleeping on and in, a large rock at the back served as a table and a smaller rock served as chair.

Mia put the bucket in the hole and pulled the rock to its proper position covering her hideout. The hole was instantly in darkness. She lit a candle and then placed the bucket of water on the larger rock. Also on the rock was a carved wooden bowl, a wooden cup and a spare dagger. (The other dagger was around her waist.)

Dunking the cup into the bucket, Mia had a drink of water and then placed her other dagger on the table next to the other one and huddled into the blankets to sleep. Being in the woods as long as Mia has you start to develop a sort-of internal clock, so a few hours after night fell Mia awoke and went to relieve herself in the woods.

After wards she made her way into the town of which she knew was called Storybrooke. She wandered the streets for a little while, trying to decide which building to enter. She eventually chose the biggest one that was on the street she was on. Going in through the back window she crept silently along. She first went into a large area that she presumed was the kitchen. She then stuffed some food into the netted bag on her back and walked into room after room, taking things she thought would be of value. She then went up stairs and entered a room.

She was walking around when she noticed that there was large lump on the bed. She was in a bedroom. How could she have let herself be so stupid, especially since said lump was starting to sit up?

The lights suddenly switched on and a boy around the age of twelve or eleven stared at her as she covered her eyes from the sudden brightness. He then opened his mouth and yelled, "Mum! Mum!" A lady with black hair rushed into the room and upon seeing Mia froze her with a wave of her hand.

Mia had heard about this kind of thing. It was called magic and although she knew that there was no point struggling, she did the action anyway. She did not like being held captive. She actually had never been one before except once when it was for her own safety.

"Henry? Henry, did she hurt you?" The boy's mother had a worried look on her face as she started to fuss over her son.

"No Mum. I think that she was just here to rob us." The boy, who she gathered was called Henry, said.

"'Just'?" Henry's mother repeated, except she phrased it in the form of a question. "She has broken the law! I'll call Emma. Henry go down into the living room so I can deal with this girl."

Henry obeyed and walked down stairs, whilst his mother called Emma. Once she finished talking over the phone, it took around an hour before a woman with a badge clipped onto her belt came into the room followed by Henry. This must have been Emma.

"Hello Regina." Emma greeted the other woman. "This is her?"

"Yes, it is. What is to be done with her?"

"Well we will have to question her. And I'm sorry Regina, but you can't get your possessions back just yet. We will need them to see if she was looking for something in particular, if there is a pattern or not." Emma looked at Regina whilst she was saying this, then at Mia and then back to Regina.

Regina sighed and asked, "When do you think that I will get them back?"

"Hopefully you should have them back by tomorrow afternoon." Emma then looked back to Mia and took out some handcuffs and put them on her.

They rode in the Sheriff's vehicle and when they arrived at the station there seemed to be a number of people already there. There were two men, one with a hook in place of a hand, and a woman holding a baby.

"What are you guys doing here?" Emma asked the group of people who were just standing around.

"...Moral support." The woman said hesitantly. Emma just raised her eyebrows as if she didn't believe the woman's excuse.

"Oh come on love, we just wanted to help. After all things are getting a little bit boring around here." Said the man who had a hook for a hand. Looking closer he seemed to look a bit like a pirate.

"Okay, fine. You can help. Why did you bring Neal?"

"We couldn't get a baby sitter on such short notice." Said the other man in the room. Emma just nodded and then took Mia into another room that had a table and a chair. All the others except for Mr two hands stayed outside, although Mia new that they were looking through a one sided window as she could see herself in the mirror opposite herself.

"If you didn't know already, my name is Emma and this is David. In the Enchanted Forest he was known as Prince James. I am his and Snow White's daughter. Snow White was the woman outside with the baby. Her Storybrooke name is Mary Margaret. The woman who you robbed was Regina, known as the Evil Queen. The boy was Henry, my son and her adoptive son." Mia had not seen that one coming. This couple with the baby looked the same age as

"Now that we have explained everything, perhaps you would like to tell us who you are?" David asked. Mia remained silent.

"Okay, you don't want to tell us. Who are your parents? Your guardians?" Emma asked. Again she remained silent.

"What are their numbers?" David asked. Complete and utter silence came from Mia. Numbers?

"Please, we need to know who to contact as you are still a kid." Emma said gently. Mia still did not say anything, even though inside she wanted to scream that no one cares for her, that they would not be able to call anyone as no one knows her.

"Fine then." David said. "Would you like to tell us why you were robbing Regina's house?" She did not answer.

"Were you looking for anything in particular?" Yes. Food, money, things of value than I could sell to get money... Mia thought to herself.

"We will be right back." Emma told her. They both left, seemingly to discuss what they were going to do now. Mia used her super hearing to listen in on what they were saying. She got things like; can't do that, don't know who she is and who looks are her?

They came back in. "We will have to put you in a cell until we can figure out who you are as you seem to not like answering questions." Emma stated.

They did what they said they would and put her in the cell.

Emma's POV/ Third Person

Emma looked at the young girl through the window of the office. She seemed to be about Henry's age and had brown hair that was tangled and covered in mud and had leaves in it. She had brown eyes and the clothes she was wearing did not fit her, were ripped and were also very dirty.

"She is just a child, I am sure she did not mean any harm." Mary Margaret said.

"She might not have meant it but she did do it." Hook stated.

"Coming from a pirate." David said.

"Oh. I thought you were starting to like me as well."

"Yeah. You thought."

"Ouch" Hook said.

"Enough. We need to think what to do not fight." Emma said frustrated.

"Emma is right. She is a young girl who can't be more than thirteen. She doesn't talk to us and she won't give us any information on who she is!" Snow exclaimed. Just then Neal started to cry and Mary Margaret started rocking to deal with him.

Emma watched her and started to think of what they should do if the girl still did not answer their questions in the morning.

Henry's POV/ Third Person

Henry was worried for the girl that had tried to rob him and his adoptive mother. He knew no one would hurt her but he was worried for her once she got out of the station. She had seemed to be underweight and she was messy. She had seemed surprised when his mum said that the girl had broken the law, as if she did not know that stealing was a bad thing.

Of course she knew that stealing was a bad thing but maybe she did not know that it was against the law and that she would get into trouble for it. It seemed a silly thing to not know, even to Henry. Although Henry thought that it might have been possible as he had spent time with the lost boys. The lost boys had been apart from everybody else in the world that they no longer seemed to know what was right or wrong.

What if the girl did not have anyone? What if she had been apart from everyone for such a long time that she too did not know what was right and what was wrong?