Percy's POV
Me and 8 of my friends were travelling to Maine. We were casually armed with deadly weapons and riding an array of magical creatures. By the way I am Percy Jackson, and this is how I came to the quaint town of Storybrooke.
Me and Annabeth were riding Black Jack side by side with Jason and Piper who were riding Tempest. Hazel had gone ahead on Arion, who was too impatient to slow down for the rest of us. Nico was riding Mrs O'Leary the hellhound who seemed content just to be out. Leo was riding Festus and kept on yelling random stuff like "I am the fire master of the skies." Or "I am riding a dragon, fear my awesomeness." Frank had turned into some sort of giant eagle and had a nervous looking Grover riding on his back. This pretty much sums up a usual day hanging out with my friends.
We had no idea what we were going to do in Maine. All he had said was that he had felt several ripples in the mist coming from Maine and then several days ;later he had received a message from the Gods asking to investigate a strange magical presence in a seemingly deserted area of a forest near the beach. We literally had nothing to go off other than that. Heck, for all we knew a zombie Girl Scout had got lost and was trying to find someone to sell out of date cookies to.
We all landed on a road where Hazel was waiting. Grover had grabbed his bag and took an apple out. He started to eat it. Within three bites it was gone. I knew Grover and when he started to eat like that he was nervous. "Guys this place is strange, there is definitely some sort of mist here but it's strange, almost foreign." Grover said with a bleat at the end. "Maybe it's a Roman version of the mist. That would feel foreign seeing as your Greek." Annabeth suggested. "No this is different." Grover replied with an insistent tone in his voice. "Guys I sense dead people nearby." Nico said. "Great, so we have a foreign mist and dead people, always a promising start. So what now?" I said. Suddenly the zombie Girl Scout was beginning to look more and more like a likely theory. The next thing I knew I was crumpling to the ground.
We woke up in prison cells. Boys were in one cell and girls were in another. There was a woman sat at a desk watching us. "Ah. Good, you're all awake now. I have a few things I want to ask you." She stood up and walked over. She had blonde hair and greenish blue eyes. She was wearing a simple outfit complete with a red leather jacket. She didn't strike me as a monster or an evil sorceress but I didn't let the idea go. We had had several encounters with monsters that were well adept to hiding themselves. And as for sorceresses, I still can't go into a pet shop without the desire to start eating Guinea pig food and to start running on a hamster wheel, thanks a lot Circe.
Emma's POV
I was getting sick of curses and battles and monsters. Heck I couldn't get dinner at Granny's without a bunch of armed teenagers showing up and poking around the town line. They didn't look anything out of the ordinary, yet I could sense something about them. They had a magical aura that surrounded them, but it wasn't like the one that Regina or Gold or I had this was different, more ancient and focused almost like it had been passed down for generations and one aspect of magic had been perfected to a point.
I paced around the office for several minutes, clearing my mind. Eventually I placed myself at the desk and randomly started reading notes. It was some time until they started to wake. I texted Hook and told him to get to the station right away. I hesitated and wondered whether I should ask my parents to come too. No, I decided, I'd already saddled them and Regina with the tasks of watching Henry, looking after the creatures and looking after the weapons and making sure that god damn pen didn't keep on popping up, Regina promised she had the last one covered. I hoped to high hell that Regina's enchantment on the weapons had worked because I really did not need to be shish-kebabed by a teenager today. I also hoped that David was not stupid enough to let Henry mess around with any of the weapons, I sighed; he probably was. Finally the last kid woke up; he had messy black hair and eyes so intensely green that most people would cower in fear. But I was not most people, I was Emma Swan. So, I thought, let the integration begin.
Percy's POV
My head was spinning. I stood up. I felt slow, dumb and groggy. My mind suddenly came to a stop as I processed what was happening. I became slowly aware of my surroundings. I tried to concentrate on what the woman was saying. I somehow got an idea of what she was saying and managed to understand what was happening. We were all locked up, the blonde haired woman wanted to interrogate us, and she had the upper hand. Suddenly I found myself wishing for the zombie Girl Scout to show up and save us. Alas, she did not.
The woman stared at us "First question," she said "Who are you and what are you doing here?" I thought fast. "My names Paul Blofis and these are my friends umm Gabe Ugliano, Festus Dragon, Luke Castellan, Charlie Beckondorf, Sally Jackson, Katie Gardener and Nancy Bobofit. We were just out for a walk but we got lost and then woke up here." I hoped it would get her off our backs. The others were loyally nodding in agreement. The woman smiled "I'm going to tell you guys a secret. There's not a lot I'm good at in life but I have one skill, I like to call it a super power, I can tell when anyone is lying. So let me ask you, is everything you told me the truth?" I agreed, though more certainly this time. She nodded "Okay question number two, why did you just lie to me? I don't bite you know." I instinctively reached for Riptide, it wasn't there. "Your sword isn't there, and it won't be returning anytime soon don't worry though it's in very capable hands." I sighed and heard her mutter under her breath "I hope." I looked at the others and could tell they were thinking the same thing as me: this is going to be a very long interrogation.