Tragedy...Misunderstandings
Authors Note: This started off in my head as a songfic, but now I'm not so sure :) I heard the song "Tragedy" by Christina Perri, and thought of Rumplestiltskin and Belle. This is an OUAT spinoff..I don't own any of the characters, the story the song to anything at all...if I did...wellI'd be right in there with them all!
The Beginning
He looked at the unopened invitation in his hand like it would bite him. There were very few things in this world that puzzled Mr Gold, but this seemingly unsuspecting invitation resting in his hand made him pause for thought. His brown eyes focused on the parchment, willing it to reveal any dark magic that it might possess.
It remained dormant in his hands.
He lifted it to his lips and blew gently over the writing, willing it to give up its secrets, but still nothing. It was just a invitation. Opening it and focusing on the words, he read softly to himself in his Scottish brogue "It's been a while Mr R Gold, you might be interested in taking a trip to the Dark Castle." Below was written the date and time, and with the final flourish, the location. The Dark Castle - the old manor on the hill that overlooked Storybrooke. Indeed it had been a while since Mr Gold had been there. When the first of his memory of his previous life, his parallel life, started coming back to him,and his power began to grow again, he took to seeking out all the inhabitants of Storybrooke, recognising the ever cheerful Snow, her "twue love" Charming, Red, Granny, Regina the Evil Queen...the list continued.
The woman that ran the Dark Castle, was none other than the Sea Witch. It didn't escape Mr Gold as ironic that his "old" house name was now used for the place where the Sea Witch resided, or that it was the only place in Storybrooke that showcased the "arts", such as music, theatre, movies...all pure "magic" to the townsfolk. Like almost everything in this town, Mr Gold owned the property that the Dark Castle resided on, but other than this connection, had Mr Gold ever had the inclination to set foot over the threshold.
Focusing back on the invitation, Mr Gold realised that the Sea Witch had not sent this invitation. It was someone else. This is what had puzzled him so greatly...it read to "Mr R Gold". No one in this cursed town remembered or knew who he really was, and no one knew his first name. He knew that Regina (the Evil Queen) was starting to feel uncomfortable in this new world, that things may be starting to shift, but he knew she had not yet made the link at all.
And it was for this reason, the first time in a very long time, Mr Rumplestilskin Gold let himself feel a little excited. The invitation may not have held any dark magic, but it did hold the magic of possibilities and something new in the air.