Have you ever wondered what it is like to live in a world of the fairy tales? In the world where magic is something normal and you can meet many diverse groups of inhabitants. Have you ever wanted to visit the place in which humans and other magical creatures live side by side? If the answers are yes, then you should visit the Enchanted Forest.

The Enchanted Forest, also known as Misthaven, the biggest realm in the whole Fairy Tale Land is such a place. Here, in the Enchanted Forest, people live next to dwarfs and fairies and what is more important and interesting, the wolves run around and no one cares. But then again, why should they? The wolves make no harm to anyone so everything is perfectly fine. To tell the truth, the wolves are amazing friends. Well, friends with benefits, that is, because some of them agreed to protect villages in exchange for food. But since both sides are happy and do not complain, then the arrangement is valid.

Besides, it is really educating, because you can learn about culture of others, without having to leave your family land.

Yes. It is a big chance and opportunity to learn something new, but the truth is that not many people (and sometimes other creatures) want it. However there was one person who was interested in the diversity of races.

Rumplestiltskin, because it was the name of this person, was a young twenty-five-year-old man. He was nobody special. He was not stronger than other men, he was not descended from a noble family, nor was he too handsome. Well, the truth is that he was not handsome at all, or at least the women said that.

He was just an ordinary man.

Or so he told himself throughout his life, because in reality he was destined for great deeds. However, it was not yet his time and his place. But it is all going to change over the years, because it always has to be dark in order to bring the light. And he will have a big role in the creation of this light.

But right now Rumplestiltskin was just a man. He was just a simple weaver, who lived with his younger sister, Cruella, in a small wooden house in a small village in the Enchanted Forest. To tell the truth, being a weaver was not something praiseworthy for a man (he lost count of how many times he was called a sissy because of that), but as a man he had to maintain his family for something. Well, that is his sister and himself, as they had only themselves.

Cruella was helping him, of course, but they agreed that he will earn money and she will take care of the house. He did not want his sister to work, because he was the man, and she deserved better. He wanted her to have the best life and finally to get out of this hole. But unfortunately, they both probably stuck here forever.

"Are you going to the market today?" The young blonde-haired woman asked quietly as she entered to the room and looked at her brother, who spun on a spinning wheel. He slowly nodded, when he heard her words. "Do you mind if I go with you?"

Rumplestiltskin stopped the wheel and looked at his sister as if he saw her for the very first time.

"You want to go with me?" He asked incredulously. Now it was her turn to nod. "It must be a dream. It must be. I can't believe you really want to go."

"Ha-ha. So funny, darling." Cruella just rolled her eyes. "But yes. I want to go with you."

The man smirked and returned to his work.

"It would be my pleasure, dear," he said and looked at her again. "Though I thought that a same time ago you swore to heavens that your foot will never return to the market again."

"Just because all boys are fools!" She snorted, when he raised an eyebrow. "You're not a man, Rumple. You're my brother."

"Well, thank you, dear. I will remember about that, when you'll need my help."

"You're such a drama queen."

"Someone has to be." He chuckled, because she hit him. "Ah, there is your infamous aggressive side!"

"I have no idea what are you talking about," she shrugged and sat down on the chair. "I'm very patient and gentle person."

"Tell it to Venceslas." Rumplestiltskin smirked once again. "His nose is still broken."

"He stared at my boobs!" Cruella crossed her arms. "I should hit him harder. Besides he should lose something more than a few teeth! No one can look at my boobs without my permission!"

A few moments later a loud laughter reverberated around the house like an echo. But it was not his fault that this whole situation was funny to him. Especially that he knew very well what Venceslas should lose in her opinion. And this poor man (though he does not like him much) could not survive it.

"That's my baby sister!" He said proudly, unable to stop laughing. "Always knows how to cope on need."

"What can I say... I had the best bag for the exercise in the world." Cruella winked and her brother laughed even more. When they were children, they loved to argue with each other and it almost always ended badly. Mostly for him.

"Yes, dear, you had. My bones still hurt!" He finished his work and put a ready fabric on the table. "But since now you're the real nightmare for boys, then I can't complain. I did a good job."

"You're such a jerk."

"Love you, too, sis."

"But I hate you!" She said and he made a sad face as if she hurt him badly. "And don't be sad, Rumple. Because then you look like a wet chicken."

"Seriously, Cruella?" He raised his eyebrow. "A wet chicken? Couldn't you come up with something else?"

"Don't look at me like that!" She shrugged. "I had to improvise."

"Of course you had to. After all you always improvise."

"What can I say... Story of my life." They looked at each other and then chuckled. Cruella grabbed his arm and he kissed her head. "But now come. Dinner is ready."


The market was crowded as ever, but Rumple already had such an experience in pushing his way through the crowd that a few moments later they spread out things on their usual place. Less than five minutes later they were ready.

"I think we just beat the record," said Cruella as she sat down on the chair.

"Indeed." The man took the last thing from the bag and then put it on the table.

It was his favourite masterpiece on which he spent a lot of time. It was a big, black blanket. In the centre of it was a big silver dragon with purple wings, emerald eyes and horns on the head. To tell the truth, Rumplestiltskin had no idea why he created something like that, but one night he had a dream where he saw this dragon. So he woke up as soon as possible and began to work.

"Mark my words, brother," the blonde-haired young woman started with a mysterious smile on her face, "this blanket will bring you a happiness. I feel it."

"You think so?"

"Yes. My third eye told me that." Cruella smirked, while he chuckled, but a moment later her smile faded and she groaned. "Oh no..."

"What? What it is?" Rumple frowned, because he had no idea what was going on. "Did your third eye tell you that it was wrong?"

"No... Venceslas! He's coming to us!"

The man turned his head and then he saw him. A tall, red-haired man in his early twenties slowly walked toward their place. His nose was broken, as Rumple mentioned before, but a big smile was visible on his face.

"Hello, Rumplestiltskin," their guest said as he stopped next to their stall. Rumple just nodded, and he looked at his sister and smiled even more. "Good afternoon, Cruella."

"Welcome, Venceslas," she muttered and forced herself to smile. She really wanted to be anywhere but in his presence. "What we can do for you?"

"Oh, nothing, really. I just missed you and when I saw that you're with your brother I just needed to say hi," he said, still smiling and then gave her a rose he held behind his back. "And well, I also wanted to give it to you."

"Um... That's really nice, thank you, Venceslas," she said awkwardly, but he did not care about that. "So... um, something else?"

"Yes." He smiled even more and the siblings exchanged looks, wondering how it is possible that the man could smile like that. Especially with a broken nose. It must be painful. "I wanted to invite you for a drink."

"Um... It's very nice, Venceslas, but I have to refuse," she said, unable to look into his eyes. She wanted to disappear since his eyes were still on her. She felt like a piece of meat.

"Why not?" He frowned and looked at Rumple with disgust. "It's not as though you have to sit here and watch over him. He can handle himself for a few moments. Unless he is such a loser and without your help he can't sell anything."

Rumple opened his mouth to say something, but before he had a chance, Cruella took matters into her own hands. She knew how to take care of herself. She did not need his help. He was happy because of that, but yet he felt like nothing then.

"Leave my brother alone," she barked and clenched her fists. That made him smirk.

"Well, well. What kind of man are you, Rumple-Bumple, that the girl must protect you?" The red-haired man sneered and patted him on the cheek, but he knew better and ignored him, especially when he called him Rumple-Bumple. He always called him that, when he makes fun of him. "You're just like your father. You were born as a coward, Rumple-Bumple, and you will die as a coward. And you'll be a weaver for the rest of your life. Because it's the only thing you can do." And then he pushed him with all his strength.

Rumplestiltskin lost his balance and a moment later he found himself on the ground. Cruella cried and wanted to help him, but before she had a chance, Venceslas grabbed her arms, so this time she could not hit him.

"Why don't we go to some secluded place, hm?" He asked with a smirk, clenching his hands on her wrists. She tried to pull away, but he was too strong. "Oh, my dear Cruella, don't play such inaccessible lady. I know that you want it."

"Let me go!" She cried, still trying to run away. "Venceslas, it's not funny!"

"I think it is."

In the meantime all the people gathered at the market looked at them from their places, but did nothing. They were too afraid of him – or rather of his father since he was the duke – and prefered to stay hidden. No one suffered when Cruella broke his nose only because he was interested in her.

Because the truth is that Rumplestiltskin was not a handsome man, but his sister was the most beautiful young woman in the whole village. All single (and not only them) men were stunned by her beauty and wanted her to be their wife. But she was not interested. And not only because she thought that all boys and men (except for Rumple, but then again he was not man, he was her brother) were idiots, but because she was interested in women. But of course no one, but Rumple, knew about it, because loving someone of the same gender was a big scandal and shame for all family.

"Come, let's have some fun!"

"No!" And before she had a time to think about it, she spit in his face.

His face turned red and a moment later he slapped her across her face. Cruella lost her balance and landed on the ground next to her brother, who was too afraid to do anything. Venceslas was right. He was a coward.

"You shouldn't have done that," he hissed and leaned toward her. Then he began to unbutton her dress. "You shoud come with me when I asked nicely. You'll be mine if you want it or not!"

Cruella was terrified. She knew what he wanted to do and she could do nothing about it. He was too strong and there was no one to help her. People were to afraid of his father. She could not resist and started to cry. She did not want to be weak in his presence, but she could not control her emotions right now.

He wanted to rape her. He wanted to rape her in front of everyone. And once he did it, she would be bonded to him. Forever.

Because once she lost her virtue then there would be no way to take it back. And no one wants to marry a dishonored woman (not that she wants to marry any of them, but still) so she would be forced to marry him. She would rather be dead than to marry him.

"No need to cry." He said as he wiped her tears away. "I promise you, you will enjoy this."

"Please, don't do it," she bagged him. "Please, Venceslas, don't do it."

"I like when you beg," he kissed her, though she tried to turn her head and a moment later he returned to unfastening her blouse. "I like when..."

But before he had a chance to finish his sentence, he flew a few meters and fell on the ground.

Cruella opened her eyes widely, when she realized what happened.

A furious Rumple grabbed lying young man and then hit him hard so he fell once again. Then he hit him again, again, again and again and it seemed like he would not stop. Cruella fixed her dress and got up quickly and then ran to her brother. She had never seen him like this. He always was so calm and she was not sure that he was strong enough to hit someone, but right now he was not himself.

"Rumple. Rumple! Rumple, stop it, you will kill him!" The truth is she wanted Venceslas to suffer, but she did not want her brother to be a murderer. Especially that there was a lot of blood. "Rumple, please, don't do it!"

She grabbed his arm, when he wanted to hit him again, and made him stop.

"Don't you ever dare to look at my sister again, or else you'll regret it," he hissed as he got up. Then he protectively embraced his little sister. "Come, let's go home."

"You will pay for this, Rumplestiltskin!" The red-haired man yelled from the ground. "Do you hear me, weaver? You will pay for it!"

"I'm not afraid of you. Not anymore. You wanted to hurt my sister and I promise you, if you ever think about hurting her again, you will wish you have never been born."

And then they left the market, ignoring people who stared at him as if they saw him for the very first time and went home, leaving their things behind. They had no idea that in the crowd was one person who was looking at them with a mysterious smirk. The same person went to their stall and took a black blanket with a dragon and then disappeared, unseen by anyone. Just in time because Venceslas finally got up from the ground and began to destroy Rumple's work.


TBC

As always a big thank you to RowArk.

Until next time,

White Little Devil