In the Enchanted Forest, her name was Katherine Pierce. She's the Evil Queen's daughter, but she didn't knew. She's a good and kind person and she even meet the love of her life, Killian Jones.
After the curse came, her name was Elena Swan. She was orphan and she was saved by Emma Swan, who took her in. They became best friends, sisters. More like mother and daughter. Family.
When a 10 years old boy named Henry came to them and say that he's Emma's son, he took them to a place called, Storybrooke. Elena began to discover new things she didn't know about. And about her real mother.
"Happy birthday!" I called as I turned on the lights in the apartment, surprising my friend for her 28 birthday.
Emma jumped, placing her hand on her chest, "Eli!"
I giggled and she smiled, shaking her head. I grabbed the birthday cake I bought and hold it toward her as she walked closer. "Happy Birthday," I repeated with a smile.
She looked at it in shock and smiled softly at me, "Elena, you didn't need to buy a cake for me." I shrugged and she smiled. "Thank you."
I smiled, "Make a wish, blow off the candles and open your present."
"You bought me a present?" Emma asked and I nodded. "You didn't had to."
"I know. But, I wanted," I said and she smiled softly. "Now come on, Em."
She chuckled, closing her eyes and then blow the candles off. I smiled as I put the cake on the table before pulling out the present. I hold it out to her, "Here."
She opened it and it was the beautiful necklace we seen a few days ago. She looked at me, shock. "No way," She gasped, "Why -"
"It's nothing," I cut her off, "Happy Birthday."
She smiled and she pulled me to a tightly hug, "Thank you." Jus then, the doorbell rang and we broke the hug. "Did you expecting someone?"
I shook my head and went to the door. I opened it and saw a little boy, probably 10 years old, standing in the hallway. "Um . . . Hey," I said.
He tilted his head, "Are you Emma Swan?"
"No," I answered, "Um, hold it. Em!"
"Yeah?" Emma asked as she walked toward me.
"It's for you," I told her.
She stood beside me, looking down at the boy, "Uh . . . Can I help you?"
"Are you Emma Swan?" He repeated.
"Yeah," Emma answered. "Who are you?"
"My name's Henry," He answered. "I'm your son."
I frowned and looked at Emma to see she was staring at the boy in shock. I didn't knew Emma had a son.
Henry slip under my arm and walked into the apartment. "Whoa, hey, kid! Kid! I don't have a son!" Emma said and followed him. I closed the door and followed them. "Where are your parents?"
Henry looked at Emma, "Ten years ago, did you give up a baby for adoption?" I noticed Emma's eyes grew wide. Was he really her kid? "That was me."
"Give me a minute . . . Us," Emma said and she grabbed my arm, pulling me with her to the bathroom. Emma closed the door and had her back against the door, taking a deep breath.
"Emma, what's going on here?" I whispered.
She looked at me with a sorry look and opened her mouth to say something. "Hey, do you have any juice?" Henry called. "Never mind, found some."
Emma looked at me, "I'm sorry I didn't told you about him. I promise I will explain everything."
I frowned and opened my mouth but didn't say anything. I sighed and nodded. Emma and I got out of the bathroom to see Henry drinking juice. He put down the juice as he looked at us, "You know, we should probably get going."
"Going where?" Emma asked, crossing her arms across her chest.
"I want you to come home with me," Henry replied. "Both of you."
I looked at him shook and looked at Emma to see she was shocked too. "Okay, kid, I'm calling the cops," She said as she walked towards the phone.
"And I'll tell them you kidnapped me," Henry said.
"And they'll believe you because I'm your birth mother," She said, putting down the phone.
"Yep," He said.
"You're not gonna do that," I said.
"Try me," He challenged as he looked at me.
"You're pretty good, but here's the thing. There's not a lot I'm great at in life, but I have one skill. It's called a 'superpower.' I can tell when anyone is lying, and you, kid, are," Emma told him and started to dial the number.
"Wait," He said and she stopped. "Please don't call the cops. Please come home with me."
"Where's home?" I asked.
"Storybrooke, Maine," He replied.
I raised an eyebrow, "Storybrooke? Seriously?"
"Mm-hmm," He hummed, nodding.
Emma sighed, "Alrighty, then. Let's get you back to Storybrooke."
... ...
Emma was driving in her car with me on the passenger seat and Henry was at the back seat. The driving was silent, until Henry broke it, "I'm hungry. Can we stop somewhere?"
"This is not a road trip," Emma told him. "We're not stopping for snacks."
"Why not?" He asked.
Emma sighed, "Quit complaining, kid. Remember - I could have put your butt on a bus. I still could."
"You know I have a name?" Henry told her. "It's Henry."
I sighed and I looked at the front mirror to see him opening a book. "What's that?"
Henry looked from the book to me, smiling a little, "I'm not sure you and Emma are ready."
I frowned, "For what? Fairy tales book?"
"They're not fairy tales," He said. "They're true. Every story in this book actually happened."
"Of course they did," Emma agreed sarcastically.
Henry looked at Emma, "Use your superpower. See if I'm lying."
I sighed, shaking my head, "Just because you believe something, doesn't make it true."
"That's exactly what makes it true," He said. "You and Emma should know more than anyone."
"Why's that?" I asked, looking back at him.
"Because you both in this book," He replied.
Emma and I exchanged a look before she looked back at the road. "Oh, kid," She said, shaking her head. "You've got problems."
"Yep," He agreed and looked back at his book. "And you're going to fix them."
... ...
It was raining when we finally got to the place called Storybrooke, which for my surprise, was real. The rain finally stopped as we drove downtown. "Okay, kid," Emma told Henry. "How about an address?"
"Forty-four Not Telling You street," Henry said.
Emma stopped the car in the middle of the road. She climbed out and slammed the door. Henry and I climbed out as well and Emma sighed.
"Um, look, it's been a long night and it's almost . . ." I said as I looked up at the clock tower, "8:15?"
"That clock hasn't moved my whole life," Henry said as he stood next to me. "Time's frozen here."
"Excuse me?" Emma asked, crossing her arms across her chest.
"The Evil Queen did it with her curse," He told us. "She sent everyone from the Enchanted Forest here."
"Okay, the Evil Queen sent a bunch of fairy tale characters here," Emma said.
"Yeah, and now they're trapped," He said.
"Frozen in time, stuck in Storybrooke, Maine. That's what you're going with?" She asked.
"It's true!" He insisted.
"Okay, then why doesn't everybody just leave?" I asked.
"They can't. If they try, bad things happen," He replied.
"Henry!" Someone called out. We looked over and saw a man with a dog approaching us, "What are you doing here? Is everything alright?"
"I'm fine, Archie," Henry said and pat the dog.
The man, Archie looked between me and Emma. "Hey, who are you?"
"We just trying to give him a ride home," Emma said.
"She's my Mom," Henry said, pointing at Emma and then he pointed at me, "And she's her friend."
"Oh. I see," Archie said.
"Um, do you know where he lives?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure," Archie replied. "Just, ah, right up on Mifflin street. The Mayor's house is the biggest one on the block."
Emma and I looked down at Henry and see he was looking down at the ground. "You're the Mayor's kid?" Emma asked.
"Uh, maybe," Henry said.
"Hey, where were you today, Henry?" Archie asked. "Because you missed your session."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you," Henry said. "I went on a field trip."
Archie got down on his knees in front of Henry, "Henry. What did I tell you about lying? Giving into one's dark side never accomplishes anything."
"Oookay," Emma said. "Well, we really should be getting him home."
Archie got up, "Yeah, sure. Well, listen. Um. Have a good night and, uh." He looked down at Henry, "You be good, Henry." He gave us one last smile before turning around and walking away with his dog.
I turned back to Henry, "So that's your shrink."
"I'm not crazy," He said.
"Whoa, I didn't say that. Just . . ." I trailed off. shrugging. "He doesn't seem 'cursed' to me. Maybe he's just trying to help you."
"He's the one who needs help," Henry said. "Because he doesn't know."
"That he's a fairy tale character?" Emma asked.
"None of them do," Henry told us before heading to the other side of the car. "They don't remember who they are."
"Convenient," Emma said and we headed to open our sides of the doors, "Alright, we'll play. Who's he supposed to be?"
"Jiminy Cricket," Henry replied and opened his door.
I smirked, speaking sarcastically, "Right, the lying thing. Thought your nose grew a little bit."
Henry gave me a weird look, "I'm not Pinocchio."
"'Course you're not," Emma said before we climbed in. "Because that would be ridiculous." I chuckled and Emma smiled as she started the car, driving off to the Mayor's house.
After a few minutes, we reached to a large, white house and climbed out. "Okay," I said and noticed Henry was looking a little sad.
The three of us headed through the gate, and up the walkway. "Please don't take me back there," Henry begged.
"I have to," Emma told him. "I'm sure your parents are worried sick about you."
"I don't have parents," Henry told us. "Just a Mom and she's Evil."
The three of us stopped, and Emma and I looked down at him. "Evil?" I repeated. "That's a bit extreme, isn't it?"
"She is," Henry said. "She doesn't love me. She only pretends to."
"Kid . . ." Emma started and she got down on her knees in front of him, "I'm sure that's not true."
Then, the door of the house opened and a woman walked out, "Henry?" She rushed over. "Henry! Henry . . ." She hugged Henry and then let go, "Are you okay? Where have you been? What happened?"
"I found my real Mom!" Henry said and then ran into the house.
The woman looked at Emma, "Y-You're Henry's birth mother?"
"Hi . . ." Emma said. I looked away, biting my lower lip, awkward.
"I'll just go . . . Check on the lad. Make sure he's alright," A man said from the doorway and he walked inside.
The woman looked at me and slightly frowned, "Do I know you?"
I shook my head, "No."
She took a small deep breath and smiled softly, looking between me and Emma, "How would you two like a glass of the best apple cider you've ever tasted?"
"Got anything stronger?" Emma asked with a little smile.
I looked between them, this would be 'good'.
The woman, who told us her name was Regina, lead us into the house. She went to get us glasses and came back. She handed me a glass of Orange, "There you go."
I smiled, "Thank you."
She smiled at me before pouring in the two other glasses some cider for Emma and herself.
"How did he find me?" Emma asked about Henry.
"No idea," Regina answered. "When I adopted him, he was only three weeks old. Records were sealed. I was told the birth mother didn't want to have any contact."
"You were told right," Emma said.
"And the father?" Regina asked, walking toward Emma with the two glasses.
"There was one," Emma said.
"Do I need to be worried about him?" Regina asked.
"Nope," Emma answered. "He doesn't even know."
"Do I need to be worried about you, Ms. Swan?" Regina asked, handing her the drink.
"Absolutely not," Emma said and she gave a small nod.
The man walked downstairs, "Madam Mayor, you can relax. Other than being a tired little boy, Henry's fine."
"Thank you, Sheriff," Regina said. The Sheriff nodded before he opened the door, leaving.
"Um, Elena. Regina and I are going to talk there," Emma told me, pointing at a different room.
"Okay, I'll stay here, let you two talk," I said.
Emma nodded, "Okay."
"You can look around," Regina told me with a soft smile.
I smiled, "Thanks."
Emma put her hand on my shoulder before following Regina. "I'm sorry he dragged you out of your life," Regina said. "I really don't know what's gotten into him."
"Kid's having a rough time. It happens," Emma said and Regina closed the door.