A/N: So, I came up with this idea and decided to make it into a mini-fic, as of now it will be about 10 chapters or so.

Cheyenne was bored. At 12 years old, she was exceptionally bright, and had finished all of her schoolwork in a few minutes. Now she lay back on the couch, not sure what to do. Not a single one of her friends was available, and the only other person she had to hang out with was her brother Max's annoying friend James. James had a badly hidden crush on Cheyenne, and it was annoying. As she was sitting, James came up to her.

"Hi, Cheyenne!"

"Go away, James. Please."

"Cheyenne, I have a deal to propose."

"What?", asked Cheyenne.

"When you come of age, you marry me, and until then I leave you alone."

"Deal", Cheyenne said, with no intention of keeping the deal.

...

At 15 now, Cheyenne had forgotten all about about her deal with James. She now had more important things on her mind - her new-found magic. She had learned simple spells, and her mother was teaching her more from an old book. Cheyenne was the first person in her family in 7 generations to have magic.

...

"Cheyenne", her mother said softly, coming in to their Storybrooke apartment.

"Yes?", the 19-year-old girl replied.

"Do you remember your deal with James?"

"Yes. I'll just break it though, Mother."

"Dear... you can't. According to this book, any vow a magician makes is binding."

"And..."

"A deal is a type of vow. Which means that if you break your deal, there will be consequences."

"But I said I would marry him when I came of age!"

"Yes."

"And I come of age in less than two years!"

"Indeed."

"So I have that long to figure out a way out of this."

"Correct."

"What do I do?"

"Speak to an expert in deal making", her mother advised.

Cheyenne though for a moment before realizing who she meant. "Rumpelstiltskin."