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Hey guys I'm back! I've decided to re-write my previous rumpelstiltskin story and improve upon it. I don't know what happened but I was reading the old story and inspiration struck me. So I hope you enjoy most of this first chapter is the same but the next chapter will be different.

Rumpelstiltskin's Daughter

Rumpelstiltskin hurried back farm as fast as he could on his bad leg. He had to get back to Baelfire before they took him away to fight and die in the Ogre Wars. He reached the edge of his farm just as the soldiers arrived. He stood and watched as the soldiers conversed with Baelfire tell him how he would be helping his friends and family if he left with them. His blood started to boil as he watched his only son readily agree to go with the soldiers peacefully. Rumplestiltskin ran to the group as ignoring the pain in his leg. He would not lose his son! He shot into the middle of the pack of soldiers whipping his knife in large arcs around him. When he had finally calmed he was surrounded by the dead bodies of the soldiers and Baelfire was staring at him with horror in his eyes. "Bae..." Rumpelstiltskin started but Baelfire cut him off. "No...no, get away from me you monster! You're not my papa, You're not!" With that he turned and ran into the forest. Rumpelstiltskin tried to run after him but his leg crumpled under him after a while. He yelled his sons name again and again but Baelfire didn't turn around or come back. Rumpelstiltskin got up and headed back to his lonely little farm that seemed so empty now and sat on a stump in the middle of his garden. He stretch out his leg and dropped his face into his hands heaving out a mournful sigh. He looked at his reflection in the old pan full of rainwater that sat nearby. His hair had grown longer and had a faint green hint to it. His skin had turn gray that in the shadows of the tree looked more yellowy. It had also turned scaled like a fish or a snakes skin. His nails had grown to about two inches long and finally his orangey hazel eyes had adopted a smokey gray and had grown slightly so they were to big for his face. Suddenly a piercing wail filled the air and Rumpelstiltskin remembered that his six month old daughter Synetlina was still inside. He limped inside and over to her small little cradle, relieved to find out nothing bad had happened to her. "Hullo dearie" he said as he reached down to pick her up grimacing at the rough quality his voice now had. He held his daughter close and rock her back and forth gently stroking his fingers down her face. Suddenly her face crumpled in pain and a sharp heat flowed through Rumpelstiltskin's finger tips. He held his daughter closer as she screamed and when she finally quieted he held her up and gasped. His daughter's skin had gone almost milk white and her orangey hazel eyes (which had always matched his) had smoked over as well. Rumpelstiltskin looked down at his daughter and realized his cowardice had hurt both of his children that day. He held his daughter close as the last bits of the dark ones magic took hold of him. He raised his head when it was done and cracked an evil looking smile. There was a lot of people out there who had called him a coward. And he knew just were to start...