This is my first story so thanks for the reviews! It's like the show we all love (Once Upon A Time) but with my own special twists! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

The Voice *Emma*

Emma woke up quickly. She looked around her room. She looked at her animated bear lamp and sighed at relief. She was still her.

'That's good' she thought. She was still the same 12 years old that she wanted to be. She got up and looked down the hall to see if her foster parents or any other foster kids were awake, they weren't.

She slowly walked toward her closet. She opened a trunk and pulled out a red leather jacket, she has had since she could remember. The red leather jacket was always way too big for her. It looked like the size for a 29 year old.

She had a dream that she couldn't put together it was too much. It couldn't be true she thought. She brought the leather jacket up to her nose and sniffed. Her eyes widened. She hugged the jacket in her arms and slowly got into bed.

She held it tight at first, but then slowly loosened her grip as she fell asleep.

Emma's eyes flew open when she felt someone start to pull the jacket out from her hands. Emma's head looked up to see a short haired brunette standing there.

She was the same age as Emma, 12. She was in the room right next to hers at the foster home. She had grown fond of her but she still kept cautious.

Mary asked her, "What is this, Ems?

Emma softly pulled the jacket away, "It's- it's my jacket."

Mary Margaret frowned, "It's double your size Emma."

Emma nodded and asked, "Mare, have you ever had a dream about curses?"

Emma moved out of her bed and started pulling clothes out for the day.

Mary tilted her head, "No. Why do you ask?"

Emma thought fast, "Oh, no reason just asking."

Emma could tell that Mary wasn't buying her lie. But Mary Margaret didn't question.

Mary left to get ready for school. Emma then after she was alone went in to her closet and put the leather jacket back in. As she shut the trunk, Emma felt dizzy.

She was now in the floor with her head on the trunk. Her head was throbbing. She heard a familiar voice in her head but she wasn't sure whose it belonged to.

The voice said The Evil Queen cursed us. Then you came and broke it!

Emma was breathing heavy.

The voice continued. Now I am in a cage again! But not for long, dearie! I will one day curse you to another time that will be more dreadful for you and everyone!

Emma's view was now getting fuzzy. Her head hurt more now. Her body finally gave up and she blacked out.

She woke up in her bed with Mary sitting next to her at the end of the bed. Emma kept her eyes shut afraid to come back to reality. Or was it reality? Her head throbbed.

She remembered what the voice had said. She broke a curse that the Evil Queen put over Storybrooke and then the voice cursed the town again? It was too much for her to think like this.

Suddenly, Emma heard a little squeal come from someone at the bottom of the bed. Emma slowly opened her eyes to see Mary sitting there with a baby in her hand. Emma knew Mare loved little kids.

Mary looked over at Emma and smiled in relief. She whispered as she moved toward her, "Glad to see you're alive."

Emma gave her a weak smile. Emma pointed to the baby, "Who's the kid?"

Mary then gave her a real smile and looked at the baby. "This is Henry."

Emma's head throbbed more after the last word. What had been so important with the kids name?