Once Upon a Time Lord

by Etimire T

Once upon a time there was a young man who lived alone in his clock shop in Storybrooke, Maine. He planned to spend the rest of his life quietly tinkering with his clocks, but then he met Henry Mills and his life began to collapse as he realized that his life was a lie. His memories are false. He isn't even human.

1. Chapter 1

AN: So this is written in script form. Please don't be scared of that. Just try it out and maybe you'll realize you like it:)

Once Upon a Time Lord

Scene 1:Henry Mills

-MATTHEW TENANT'S clock shop- early morning.

(Camera floats dreamily through the front door of a weather beaten shop. The tick, tick, tick of hundreds of clocks lining the walls of of the shop, perfectly in unison, meet our ears. It is a soothing, hypnotizing sound, and adding to the mix, the Atlantic waves just under the dock that the shop sat on, only amplify the effect. The shop is a conglomeration of every sort of clock, grandfather clocks, grandmother clocks, coo-coo clocks, wrist watches, time pieces, fob watches, and many others. They line the walls and take up the shelves, fill the front desk, and generally made a lot of noise. The camera flies through a back door and into a small, lived in apartment and finally into the bathroom. Matthew stares solemnly at his tired reflection in the mirror that hangs on the white-washed wood wall, fully clothed. He washes his face and seems to contemplate his haggard appearance sadly. Sighing, he exits the apartment and picks a coo-coo clock off of the front desk)

MATTHEW: This time I'll actually get it to Grannies… (He pauses for a moment to listen to the ticking clocks around him. He frowns. Something's not quite right about it. Something is always wrong with the sound, but he can't place it. Shrugging, he sticks the coo-coo clock into his backpack and a bell jingles as he exits the shop into the crisp morning air. He steps very deliberately as he moves across the wood planks. He is about to leave the ocean behind and enter the small town when something catches his eye. He turns. Squints. On the beach a boy swings his legs. The boy sits dejectedly on a worn wooden play castle that is half buried in the sand. Matthew debates with himself for a moment, as if wondering whether he should bother interfering. However, after a moment he turns on his heels and heads toward the beach. No boy ought to be out all alone this early in the morning.)

MATTHEW: Hey! Hey kid!

(The boy starts, staring up at Matthew in curiosity and subdued nervousness. He waits until Matthew nears him before speaking)

BOY: Who're you? (Looks Matthew up and down sceptically) Did my mom send you?

MATTHEW: (Slowly, cautiously. He doesn't want to frighten the child) I'm Matthew. And no, your mom didn't send me. Why?

Boy shrugs.

MATTHEW: (Scratches his neck awkwardly) Whacha doin' out here? Does your mom know you're not at home?

(Boy makes no reply. Shrugs again and shifts something in his hands. It's a large book. Matthew is clearly concerned by the boy's silence, but says nothing. Instead he steps closer and hops up next to the boy on the wood castle. Not quite trusting Matthew, the boy scoots away and hugs the book to his chest.)

MATTHEW: I told you my name. What's yours?

BOY: (Reluctantly) Henry. Henry Mills.

(Fades to black)

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