**Quick Intro/Author's notes:

So this is my first ever written story ever, so please keep that in mind when reading. Also this meant to be a teaser of sorts and gauge you (the readers) attention. This story is going to be jumping around a bit in the first few chapters, but i promise it will all make sense in the end. One more thing this story will also be briefly set in another universe, however the majority of this story will be centered in OUAT. Anyways enough of about that onto the story...

Disclosure: I do not own any of the following characters or their likeness, except for triston. He is a made up character. All Once Upon A Time characters belong to ABC and ect. I do not make any type of money based on the following story. Also this will be rated M/MA for later content, just to be safe.

Prologue:

*Tristan's Pov*

I could see nothing. Feel nothing, except for the soreness in my muscles. I was blindfolded in some random room, not that I could identify the room if I could see. It was dark and no light was able to penetrate the blind-fold. Not like there was even light within this room. I could feel the cold and metallic floor on my knees, the cold stabbing my knees without remorse. I could feel the darkness surrounding me dulling some of my senses, but sharpening others.

Why couldn't I remember anything? I thought to myself. The last thing I remember was having lunch with my family and then…. And then my thoughts were interrupted as I heard a noise, softly at first but growing fiercer with each and every step.

Thump…Thump…Thump..Thump! I could hear the sound of heavy footsteps getting louder, as they approached what I assumed was the door to this desolate and light deprived room. I could hear a series of small beeps emanate from the other side followed by a whooshing. A small bone-chilling breeze entered the depressing room and I could feel it freezing my blood cold. The unknown entity entered the room followed by another set of lighter footsteps, much softer then the owner's predecessor's footsteps; however each step seemed calculated and precise despites its lighter steps.

I could feel the entities cold gaze pierce through me, filled with such a level of animosity that it contradicted how the other unknown outlander's stare. While the outlander's stare was the same level of intensity as the entities, it seemed more reserved and calculating. This did little to offer any type of comfort or sooth any nerves; especially since I was still chained in an unknown room. Now the only thing that filled the room, besides the obvious silence, was the breathing. Three different sets of breathing.

Without a warning, the unknown entity took three swift and heavy steps towards me and sucker punched me straight in the gut. I could actually feel the wind leaving my lungs as a result of the cheap blow. Ufff! He led another quick blow to my jaw, and then stepped away, before the outlander asked me a question. It was muffed by the fact that I recently had the wind knocked out of me and was busy attempting to recapture the air I lost. It took a minute to compose myself. Although this time the voice, the outlander, repeated the question with a much slower tone and with more pronunciation as if it was speaking to some child. I was not lost to the fact that despite this its tone, the outlander commanded attention and respect. It took me a few more seconds to realize that the voice was a woman's voice. The outlander was a woman.

When I failed to answer yet again my left cheek was greeted by a gloved fist, catching me off guard again; though this time I did not take as long to recuperate from the blow. With more annoyance in her voice she repeated the question once more "Who are you?" in such a cold and menacing tone that I could believe that this woman was no stranger to interrogations. It took yet another blow to my gut before I answered. In a very raspy voice I huffed out "John. John Jacks, now if you don't mind, MAYBE YOU CAN STOP HITTING ME!" I yelled, earning me a sharp slap from the woman. It stung and if I could see I'm sure her hand would leave red marks from where her flesh met my skin. Now of course I was lying about my name. What person gives out their actual name when: they don't know where they are, who took them, or why they wanted them? I'll tell you who only an idiot.

I believed that I made the right move; because deep down in my gut I could that the entity was not to be trifled with. As far as the newly discovered woman went I had no clue as she was able to remain calm and collected the entire. She had only smacked me once across my cheek. I am grateful though because now some things were starting to trickle back into my mind. I began to remember, my path, my journey…my odyssey. I slowly recalled Emma, Mr. Gold, Tony, Dr. Strange, and Obi-wan. The woman interrupted my slowly regained memories with another sharp sting to my opposite cheek; however this time her hand lingered for the briefest of moments before sliding up my face. There she grabbed hold of my blind-fold tugged it down so that it hung loosely around my neck. I was blinded for a second, squinting my eyes as to adjust them to the light deprived room.

It took me mere moments for my eyes to adjust to the now slightly brighten room. Everything was a blur, but things began to clear and become distinguished; that's when I started using my eyes for the first time since being blindfolded. I noticed that the one I referred to as entity was behind the woman, standing well rather blocking the only exit out of this despicable cell. I did not get a really good look at him only seeing his intimidating silhouette, as the female's stance commanded my attention. She was beautiful in a very dark and menacing way. However my appreciation of her was short lived as she utter a single word. A single word with such a cold and fearsome tone that I almost trembled when she spoke. She said as clear as day "Lair." With an unbelievable quickness that I've seen only a few times before, she delivered a swift kick to my head.

That was the last thing I saw before once again I was returned to the everlasting darkness of this accursed cell. Before once again I was thrust into the unknown. Back into the abyss.