Light in the Dark Prologue
A/N: Hey, readers! To those following Burning Flames, don't worry, I'm still working on it. I'm a huge fan of OUAT and other fandoms. The prologue is meant to be short, but as time progresses the chapters may vary in length.
Erinor Whitley had never been anything special. She was born to George and Elena Whitley, but her mother died when Erinor was only eight. Erinor, preferably called Erin, also had a one-year older brother named Darius, who took care of the house as their father was always out in the villages for work. She was a young girl with shoulder-length light brown hair and eyes that were a bright blue of a color. Ever since the death of her mother Erin became rather fond of potions especially those that could heal and developed a strong passion for reading and books. She attempted to teach herself the art of brewing, but rarely came with good results. She always remained fascinated by the forest near her family's house, only she'd never dared venture inside it as rumors were spreading that it was haunted. Now that Erin had just turned sixteen she decided on sneaking out to check out the woods. She had a light brown cloak over her clothes, which contained a small sketchbook in case something caught her attention and could easily write things in it. The recent-sixteen-year-old came across a barely visible trail where a pine tree stood and scattered leaves were on the ground. She momentarily stopped to check out this strange-looking purple flower with black tips. Erin sketched the plant in her notebook then continued down the path, noticing as a small bird flew above her. The wind gave a low hum as it blew against the trees and Erin pulled her cloak tighter. The brown-eyed female quickly sketched a group of pine trees clustered together that extended down the trail. She followed them for a while before pausing suddenly. Erin glanced around, groaning in annoyance as she realized the place was starting to feel unfamiliar. She scowled, seeing that the trail had seemingly disappeared. She tried to find her way back, but nothing seemed to stand out. "No, no, I can't be lost," Erin muttered to herself.
"Are you lost, my dear?" A high-pitched voice called out. Erin jumped back in alarm, raising a long wooden stick left on the ground in case she was attacked. "Who-Who goes there?" She spoke. Erin let out a startled noise as a man—wait, creature?—appeared before her, a chilling smile gracing his expression. The man had strange greenish-golden skin with bright amber-like eyes, wearing a set of bizarre clothing. "Wha- I mean, who are you?" Erin asked, desperately hoping she hadn't said anything to set him off. "Rumplestiltskin~" The man grinned and gave the sixteen-year-old a mock bow. "Have you gotten yourself lost?" He asked. "N-No," Erin stammered. "Really? Are you sure? I was hoping to make a deal with you," Rumplestiltskin sighed.
"What kind of deal?" Erin asked, her curiosity drawn by what he could possibly have to offer. Rumplestiltskin grinned.
