Disclaimer: I am writing this because I love the show, I do not own any of the characters or ideas from Once Upon a Time or any other recognizable entities.
AN: This is my first fanfic. If anyone likes it let me know.
"Dreams do come true, if only we wish hard enough. You can have anything in life as long as you will sacrifice everything else for it." -J.M. Barrie
Silence
The man resembled the cell he occupied. He was dark, yet shimmered when exposed to light. He blended flawlessly in to his surroundings, shadows clamoring to do his bidding. His presence infected the space around him, oozing through the bars and raising the hair of the guard standing sentinel over the Dark One.
Bells echoed through the cavern, causing the guard to clench his spear tightly wary of the disturbance. He dropped to the ground following a loud clang of metal revealing the young face of one at odds with her surroundings.
The Dark One grinned slowly and prowled to the bars of the cell, gripping them tightly. "Tinker Bell," he sang, "To what do I owe the pleasure Dearie?"
Icy blue eyes flashed, glaring darkly while cheeks flushed red and the bells increased in intensity.
Teeth bared he placed his face against the bars and hissed, "Well that was uncalled for, you knew this was coming."
Tinker Bell's glare softened as she sauntered over to the cell, glowing dust falling to the floor behind her. She stood with one hip cocked and the bells chimed.
The man tensed and then relaxed, his voice pitched low, "Great sacrifice, indeed."
A forceful breath expelled silently from the pixie. Wings twitched with agitation and platinum hair fell over her eyes. Tink glanced up peering into the shadowed face. Moments passed and she seemed to find an answer. Bells echoed inquiringly.
"A new life for a new land," The Dark One started. Then giving a high-pitched chuckle flourished his hand, "Can't break a curse if you don't remember being under one Dearie."
Tink nodded, her bun bobbing. She reached down into the bag at her side, arm digging impossibly deep. Bells rang with success as she raised her tiny fist with an empty glass bottle clutched tightly. Tink uncorked the bottle and pressed her thumb and forefinger together shifting them slowly. Gold dust glittered as it fell from her fingers into the bottle.
The petite fairy re-corked the bottle and bit her thumb until she broke the skin. She pinched her thumb until a drop of blood welled up and she smeared it on the bottle. The blood seeped into the bottle, tinting it red.
She swirled the dust in the bottle and handed it to the caged imp. He grasped it lightly eyes focused on the dust. Silence echoed.
"Rumpelstiltskin," she croaked, before turning and walking away silence following in her wake.