I Whispers that the wind carries

It is said that life gives you just enough to carry on you back. I guess that the lucky ones are the people with large backs. I don't really know how lucky are the persons with small backs, or the ones with porcelain skin. I've heard people complain about their back pain, but honestly I've never heard that this pain can break them, like really break them. I think is because of their spine.

Indeed life usually gives a lot of weights to a small back, but she always leave the hands free, because like I said all the weight is on the back and the hands shouldn't bear weights, just touches.

You may think about this stuff sometime, like when you read a book with the sound of the rain as background or when you spent too much time with yourself and you start to become melancholic.

Maybe you're just that type of person, or maybe these thoughts never crossed my mind.

However, when he arranged his tie in the mirror every morning, Mr. Gold didn't seem to have a large back. Who knows, maybe he was one of those, one of the few people whose hands are not free.

When you look at him you aren't that impress, but when he looks at you..., maybe you should start running as fast as you can.

His medium height, his slim figure and the fact that for walking he needed a cane didn't necessary require respect, but his muddy brown eyes demanded it. Even though he was probably strong, he didn't have muscles, but of course he had something better; a brain. He could've been violent, but he chooses to be cruel and evil. He almost never raised his tone, but you got chills every time he was speaking.

There weren't many things that were known about him, but nobody from Storybrooke Maine dared to ask too many questions. Nobody asked, but the most curious of them probably wondered where did the beast loose his heart or if he even had one to begin with.

No one in particular liked him probably. People gave him a very fake smile whenever he came to collect the rent, -the owner of the flower shop didn't even bother to do that- , and Gold didn't care at all about those things.

Of course there were some people, some really crazy people, who didn't feel a cold wind when he passed by. Like Ruby, the waitress at Granny's who served him his black tea from time to time with a joke to go, or widow Lucas, the girl's grandmother whose name nobody remembered anymore, who welcomed him with a sarcastic comment every time he walk into the dinner. This were indeed the crazy people, like Mary-Margaret and her husband David who always said " Hi" to him at the supermarket and were always trying to have a little chitchat with the monster, or people like Archie Hopper with no sense of self-preservation whatsoever .

On the other hand there were different kinds of people, like Regina Milles, the mayor, who saw in Gold at the same time a precious allay and a ferocious enemy, or like Jefferson who didn't really had an opinion about Gold or about the stories that people heard.

The most frightening story about the beast was that he loved someone at some point, or worst he was loved by someone at some point. He even had proves; his children.

Indeed Mr. Gold was married once upon a time... And now he wasn't.

There were stories that he built his former wife into a wall in the cellar to hide her dead body like one of Edgar Allan Poe's characters, or that the woman herself ran away, changed her identity and now lives in a studio-apartment in Wisconsin. Of course nobody entirely believed those rumors whispered at the corner of the street, but because they weren't denied people continued to hear them.

About the Gold kids...What about them?

Some people thought that they were cruel demons just like their father and others pity them thinking that their fate was worse than death. "What kind of lives must they have!" said someone once.

Everybody heard about the oldest one who was trying to escape his father shadow. Neal Cassidy was this well-known person. It was said that he wanted to go away with his mother but Gold caught him and forced him to stay at any cost. So as a revenge he took his mother maiden name and also because he didn't want to be associated with his father. Some people said that the reason why the boy hated his father so much was because of a beautiful girl named Morraine, a classic case of forbidden love. When he found out about the affair the beast evicted the girl and her big family, and forced them to move in another city God knows where. All of these were just rumors, very powerful rumors.

However, not matter his hate, the 17 years old child still needed his father to bail him out, when he was caught stealing something or skimming somebody.

The other son, the youngest one, was still at the age of innocence probably because about him weren't that many stories yet. He was known as the 6 years old with an unique name. It was also believed that Baelfire still loved his father. Of course at his age, Bae didn't have much of a choice.

The stories where like water in the dessert for the inhabitants of the small town, which was rarely surprised by some big news.

Nobody ever came to Storybrooke, until the day someone did.

Worst actually...

Someone came back.

Hello everybody! I know this chapter is short and the description is not that interesting now but I promise that once I'm gonna figure out what this story is about I'm changing it. Maybe I'm gonna change the title If it doesn't fit. Thank you for reading this by the way. It means a lot to me.