Bold/Italic is the future

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Cassandra fell with a thump to the ground. Her long dark brown hair, was pulled up into a messy pony tail, the lose bits falling across her eyes. Having scraped the hair out of her face, she immediately leapt to her feet, wiping the gravel from her hands, and picking it from where it stuck to her fingerless gloves. She steely eyes looked around, the stretch of road she had arrived on. It was lined with the trees of the forest she had grown up in. The forest though as it currently was, was a very different one from the place she knew.

She eyes looked around for any hint of when and where she was. Adjusting her backpack to fit more comfortably on her shoulders, she carefully headed forward, to a sign she could just see in the distance, eyes still darting around, as she moved closer to the well maintained tree line.

"One day, you'll take over this road." She muttered under her breath, as she stroked her hand over the bark of the wood. She was now close enough to read the sign, so came away from the shelter of the trees. The sign read "Now Leaving, StoryBrooke."

"Home sweet home." She sighed bitterly.

She turned her back on the pristine sign, she had only ever seen it covered in dirt, plants growing over it. A relic of the old times. She knew it was time to head into the town, find out exactly when she had arrived.

She went into the forest, she preferred walking under the cover of trees, the place she knew best. The idea of going into StoryBrooke filled her with dread, even though she knew this was not the place she knew.

Cassandra picked worriedly at a loose thread in her gloves. This forest was not like hers, it was filled with cheerful bird song, and the trees had no obvious signs of conflict on their bark.

"No wonder they want this world back." She smiled at a small bird perched on a nearby branch.

She heard a twig snap nearby, and she was immediately in battle mood, daggers drawn in both hands, as she leapt silently, behind a fallen trees roots.

She couldn't help herself smile, as she saw Little John, with his crossbow appear, she wanted to run into his arms, but it suddenly hit her that he would have no idea who she was. Behind him appeared a raggedly handsome man, and a small dark haired boy.

She put her daggers away and watched the three of them, she couldn't help but get caught up in the man and his child playing. He must be Robin Hood, she thought to herself, a sadness filling her.

"Come on Roland, time for you to go back to camp, while we hunt." He smiled, scooping up the boy.

Cassandra had to bite into her jacket, to stop her giggles erupting. That cute little boy was Roland, the fierce warrior. She imagined the look on his face, if she told him she had seen him as a little boy. Perhaps he had, had an ulterior motive in telling her to keep focused on why she had come here.

She waited until the three of them had headed away, before she continued towards the town. Seeing Roland, had just made her think about Shep. She had too many last conversations floating around in her head. He had been so ill, as he held her hand, and told her that she had to go. It was meant to be him, he would have done a much better job, than she ever could.

He could be dead by now in their timeline that was a reason above any to continue on, she had to safe him. Make sure his life was not the one she had seen.

She arrived on the outskirts much quicker than she had intended, her head filled with thoughts of home, and the people she had left behind.

She steadied herself, gulping in air, she had to act normal now. She thought through all the things the older ones had taught her. She checked her pockets, to see she still had the wallet they had given her.

"To Granny's" she said aloud, as a way to reassure herself. This whole situation was so bizarre, seeing everyone so young, not prepared to fight to the death at any minute, it would be too strange.

"You have to be strong, I wish you didn't have to go, I should go." Regina sighed, getting off the bed, where the two of them had been hugging.

"No, you can't go. It has to be me." Cassandra replied determinedly, following Regina, as she wiped tears from her cheeks.

Regina pulled her into a hug. "I can't stand the thought of losing you." She whispered into her hair.

"I'm going to make it so everything is better, you'll see. You won't even know I'm there to miss." Cassandra sighed, pulling away from Regina's arms. She immediately missed the warmth and comfort, but she knew now was the time that she had to stand alone.

Cassandra thought about how she had left Regina, she had been cold, almost cruel. It was the only way to do it though. She headed through the streets of fancy houses towards the centre of Storybrooke, a place of nightmares to her.

It was so different, the sun was shining, and people were smiling, going about their everyday business.

The idea that Granny had ever run a diner and hotel, had caused her so much amusement when she was first told. Granny had hit her hard on the back of her head for laughing.

But seeing Granny's Diner was strange, she felt angry, that once again, she was seeing a better life for the people she loved. A life that had been ripped away.

Cassandra jumped as someone tapped her shoulder, and nearly pulled out her weapons.

"Could I get past?" Henry smiled,

Cassandra had been standing in the entrance to Granny's blocking it to all patrons. She gasped as she saw him.

"Henry?" she smiled, and pulled him into an oxygen restricting hug.

"Do I know you?" he gasped, as she realised him.

Cassandra blushed, and stepped back, "Sorry, I thought you were someone else."

Henry smiled uncomfortably, and gave her a nod before heading into the Diner.

"God, I miss you." She held back tears, now was the time for strength.

"Here I go." She exhaled, and dashed into the diner, and to the counter.

"What can I get you?" Granny smiled, looking at the greasy haired girl, covered in dirt and worn out clothes, who had just ran into her diner.

"I was wanting a room." She muttered.

"You got money?" Granny instantly replied

Cassandra still starring at the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with Granny, took out the wallet, and slid it across the counter.

"That enough?"

"More than enough, how long you staying for?" Granny gasped looking at all the notes crammed into the wallet.

"Not sure."

"Follow me." Granny sighed, she hated the complete lack of eye contact this kid was giving her.

Cassandra followed, she looked around the place and immediately saw a few familiar faces, so she returned her eyes to the floor. She followed Granny up to a room, and accepted the key with a smile, then dashed into the room.

Cassandra collapsed onto the bed, letting out a sigh. She had made it, now the hard part began, she knew as a stranger in the town, word would soon spread. Then it was time to defeat the three evil sisters, before they had a chance to turn this calm town into the hell she knew.