Spells Gone Wrong

by Twelve-Days-of-Misfortune

When Rumplestlitskin casts a spell, something goes wrong and now it's a curse. So now they're back in the Enchanted Forest. Yay, right? Wrong. Somehow, everyone's fairytale lives got mixed up, so now Snow is Regina, Emma is Snow, Killian is a Prince, Charming is a hunter, and so on. Has almost all the characters. -Discontinued unless someone wants it-

1. Prologue

Title: Spells Gone Wrong

Rating: K+

Genre: Humor and Adventure

Okay, so this idea had been running in my head for a while(before I joined Fanfiction and before Christmas), and then I used a first line generator and it got me the prologue in about fifteen minutes, no joke. Amazing what random first line generators can do.

Also: There is no Marian, because I couldn't fit her into the story without Milah, and Neal, and lots of other people I'm too lazy to add. So instead, enjoy these OC's I added.

Synopsis: When a spell goes wrong, the people of Storybrooke find themselves back in the Enchanted Forest. The good news? They're home! The bad news?

Only four people know that everyone's pasts have been switched around. Emma is now Snow, Killian is now a prince, Robin is now a 'Crocodile,' and Belle hasn't exactly been born yet.

Only Emma, Rumpelstiltskin, Henry and Robin know what is going on, but Henry is nowhere to be seen and Robin is suffering from an identity crisis, of sorts.

Let the drama begin...

The pink glove lay on the ground, nearly covered by a pile of leaves. The man leaned down and picked it up, shaking off the dry leaves.

"When do we go after her?" some other man asked. The first glared into the forest ahead. "Now."

"But sir, the forest is a dangerous place at night, especially with the-" the second man shuddered "-werewolves around."

The first one turned to glare at him. "We go now. There are pirates by the docks, ones whom I would not like to cross looking for a girl. It would not be good if they heard that she got away from me. Again."

The second nodded, then turned and whistled. Several horses came from nearby, all with men in armor atop them.

"Come," the first man said, mounting his own horse and taking the reins from a guard.

"Let's find Swan."

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The woman in the glade sighed in relief as the hoofsteps faded away. She stood up and looked down, glaring in distaste at the pink glove on her hand.

"Why is it always the good ones?" she questioned, ripping it off and turning around. "Dark One, get your butt over here."

In a cloud of purple fog, the Dark One appeared. "What is it, dearie?" he asked. She threw the soft fabric at him. "Dispose of it. I want nothing to do with that pirate, or that ball."

"Is not he a prince?" the imp asked. He waved his hand and the glove disappeared.

"You and I both know he is no prince," she hissed. Turning around, she sighed again. "New York was so much easier than this."