A/N: Okay, so this plot would not stop bothering me. We're always hearing about those pesky Ogre Wars, right? Why are they fighting the humans and who is leading them? Who's the best ogre we know? Why it's Shrek of course! I know he's not from Disney, but I had to write it, guys. By the way this will be set in Storybrooke, and the other world. Also I will not write any more of this till I finish 'The Heart Won't Lie.' Tell me if you like this story!

I do not own OUaT or Shrek.

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He had been peaceful, once upon a time. He was a creature who loved his simple life, his simple homespun clothes, his simple log house, and his wife who was everything but simple. He loved her more than anything in the world.

Life had been good, in the dark marshes where the willow trees hung low to the brackish creeks, and the fireflies lit up the night as stars come down to play between the bitter root plants and the blue bells that grew by the tepid waters.

He loved walking with her through the muck and catching thick slugs and beetles and other delightful things with her. He had once lived an ogres dream life.

Life had been good until the monsters came. They marched through his swamp garbed in steel and mail, carrying banners that fluttered through the swamp gas and reflected their shadows in the eerie marsh lights.

They were strange creatures of pink or brown skin, with beady eyes, and sharp features. They moved like swamp rats skittering through the night, acting bigger than they truly were. All of them were puny little gnats; a pestilence upon the world.

The monsters came with axe and sword, breaking down his simple home, yelling in their squeaky tones and in their foul tongue.

What had he done to them? He wondered as he fought through the blinding haze of smoke that forced itself down his throat. Why did these monsters have to come and destroy?

He searched for his wife, calling her name through racking coughs that shook his bulk. "Fiona, Fiona." Yes that had been her name, her beautiful, wonderful name that haunted him still.

She never answered his call. He barged through his simple, now blazing home, roaring for her, smashing the flickering wood with his bleeding blistering hands to try and reach her or provide a way of escape. But what escape? Into the jaws of those beasts upon horseback?

The house lurched, it groaned, and guttered like a drunkard barely on his feet, and toppled in a twisted heap of wood and ash.

Before the smoke had rid him of consciousness he could see the eyes of the monsters looking proudly upon the damage they had wrought.

"Good job, men, we've slain the foul ogres!" He had not understood those words at the time, but he grew to ponder and hate them as he learned their speech. He would use those same words in time, but against them instead.

He survived, unfortunately. He had awoken, blistered and chaffed and burned with only the swamp muck and drizzling rain to ease his pain. Once he could move in the throes of agony, he looked for her. His beloved Fiona, but she was nowhere to be found. Ash and rubble were all that remained in the heaps of destruction.

That was when he changed. Yes, he had survived the unwarranted attack upon his simple existence, and that was going to be truly unfortunate for the creatures he soon learned were termed as humans.

It is a different time now, years later. He stands as head of his ogre army, a green sea in mismatched armor amidst jostling and inappropriate joking. He stands at the lead no longer simple. He does not live a simple life, but one on the war trail pilfering and warring against the humans to rid the world of those monsters and fight them back to their stone hovels away from civilized ogres.

His simple homespun clothes have been replaced with magically forged steel and spikes. His helm has the horns of a yeti he slew with his bare hands and his war banner has the skull of a human above his pennant.

His once simple home is now a war tent or under the stars as his troops move into the monstrous human lands. They are frightening creatures, these humans. Small, miniscule, but frightening all the same. They are like poisonous bugs, tiny, but deadly if allowed to flourish.

And the most painful difference of all. He no longer has his Fiona. Whatever happened to her, he can only hope she didn't suffer. So now he fights in her name, to rid the world of the terrible beasts known as humans.

His name is Shrek; he is an ogre who has sworn war upon the human taint for the rest of his centuries.