Hi everyone this is my second story. I'm still working on the rest of the chapters for my first one but I got a bit sidetracked with this. I'm a big OUAT fan and like many of you I've grown up with these fairytales too but since I'm Irish I've also grown up with Irish fairytales as well so I thought it might be fun to incorporate one into the OUAT world. The story I have chosen is called "Óisin and the land of Tir na nÓg". It's one of my all time favourites. There are many versions of this online if you fancy reading it. I was going to upload a link but the version I'm using is from an old storybook of mine and I can't find an internet version of it. I'm having so much fun writing it and I really hope anybody who reads it likes it. Thanks so much to everyone who viewed my last story.

Emma arrived for work early. On entering the sheriff's station she was engulfed by the smell coming from the cell. Having arrested Ben many times, she should have been used to his stench. "Mr Yeats, are you awake?" He grunted. "You must have one serious headache" she smirked. He sat up and smiled at her. He was in his 80s. He had a thick grey beard and the kindest eyes, Emma thought. "You really have to stop causing trouble, you're becoming a full time job for me" She handed him a croissant and some coffee. He thanked her. "Maybe I'm just sweet on you." he laughed.

He was harmless, she knew that and so did everyone in Storybrooke, but his drunken rages were beginning to try the resident's patience. His latest offence was smashing some glasses at Grannys when she refused to serve him more beer. Emma was called in to calm him down but it was no use, he was a difficult man to reason with when he was drunk.

"I've got good news, Granny's agreed not to press charges." A wave of realisation passed over Ben. "Oh dear, I was such a bastard last night." "Yes you were, now finish your breakfast and I'll let you go. I have real criminals to catch" Ben smiled and took a large bite out of his croissant. Emma felt guilty, he probably hadn't eaten in days. She should have brought him something more substantial.

Ben squinted when he reached the daylight. His head was heavy with aches and only one thing would subdue the pain. The hair of the dog! He also had some grovelling to do and so he walked towards the diner. Crossing the road, he passed Mr Gold, who gave him a smile and a friendly hello. The entire town was afraid of that man but Ben thought him quite reasonable. He had often bought him a drink or given him some money for food. Though he can't recall them ever having a conversation. Yes, he thought, Gold was alright.

(scene shift)

Above the clouds of fairytale land there lies a realm of such beauty, one would think it a paradise. In this promised land no-one ever grows old or dies. Children, here, reach the age of 21 and remained that age for eternity. It was called the Land of Tir Na nÓg. It was peaceful place where dreams were fulfilled. A resident only needed to imagine something and it would appear. If one was hungry, a great feast would surround them. If one was tired, they would find themselves in bed with merely the blink of an eye.

Manannán was king of this land. The tradition was that a race to the top of the highest hill would decide who would be king. This tradition took place annually and anyone, who wished, could participate. Manannán always won. However, one day he noticed a few of the newly grown youths were gaining on him. He became quite weary and decided to visit one of his trusted druids. He entered the manor of his closest friend that following morning. "Manannán, my king, congratulations on your victory" The two embraced. "Thank you, but I must speak plainly with you. You are one of my oldest friends so I trust this will be kept in confidence" "Ofcourse, your majesty, what is the matter?" Manannán began to pace. He was a proud man and could not bear to admit weakness. "You were there yesterday, at the race? You must have noticed how I struggled, I fear my time as King will come to an end shortly. Friend, you can see the future. If you know anything you must tell me." The druid sighed, "I trust you will interfere if I tell you?" "I will do whatever I have to to remain King, tell me what you know." Reluntantly the druid told him that the next King would be the man who married his daughter. Manannánn was taken aback. Niamh was his only child and he cherished her. He did not like to invite notions of her marrying. "She is barely 19. She won't be marrying any time soon" "19 is old enough to fall in love, your highness" Manannán bit his lip. After a few moments, an idea came to him. He realised there was one solution to both his problems; to stop his beautiful daughter from marrying and to stop his throne being taken from him. "My dear friend, I need to ask a favour of you, for the sake of the kingdom, will you honour my request?" "It depends on the request" "I want you to make my daughter look like a hideous monster." The druid was speechless. "But Niamh is the most beautiful girl in the land, it would be an insult to the gods to do such a thing" "Have I not been a good King?!" Mananánn asked "Have I not taken good care of my people?. I have stopped the intrusions of those who wish to destroy us time and time again. If Niamh does not marry, then I will remain King but if she does who knows what will happen, do you?" The druid could not say. His gift failed him at that moment but he kept his resolve. "I have known the princess everyday since the day she was born, I will not do such a cruel thing to her and you will not find anyone on this land who will" Manannánn's browed furrowed "Well, then I will have to look elsewhere." he exclaimed and stormed out.

(scene shift)

Ben entered the diner. Mary Margeret was sitting by herself reading. It had been a difficult time for her. She was in bad favour with most of the residents over her affair with David. Ben didn't like to take sides in any argument he was not involved in so when her eyes met his he smiled. This seemed to make her uncomfortable. He glanced around and noticed that everyone seemed to look that way. He felt a sharp tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Ruby wearing a disgruntled expression. "What are you doing in here, you didn't do enough damage last night?" "I just came to apologise, I don't know what got into me" the old man stuttered. His headache was getting worse and he was a little surprised at Ruby's tone. She was usually such a friendly girl. "'I'll tell you what got into you, about a dozen beers and 2 bottles of rum!"she exclaimed. "This has happened too many times Ben, I'm sorry but you're no longer welcome here. You're barred!" Her eyes burned into him. "Ruby, stop it" Granny ordered as she she appeared from the kitchen. "No, Gran he almost threw a glass at your head. He's dangerous. If you want to get drunk that's your choice but why should the rest of us have to deal with it?" Old Ben could fell tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, it won't happen again, I promise petal. Mrs Lucas, I-I'm so sorry that I scared you." "No more apologies" Ruby retorted. He voice was reaching yelling pitch. "Just leave!" "But, but where will I go?" he sobbed "That's not our problem" Ruby replied. He bowed his head and then left. Granny shock her head at Ruby.

(scene shift)

Manannán was weary when he reached the strange lands. The air seemed heavier here and he was in a hurry as time moved differently in this realm. He was anxious to get this arrangement settled. He feared if he delayed too long, guilt might take hold of him. He reached the castle and entered the courtyard. It was a foggy evening and the sounds that echoed from the enchanted forest made him uneasy. He motioned his horse to the stable where a feast of straw was waiting. He settled the horse in his resting place and proceeded towards the castle. He knocked on the door. There was no answer. He waited a moment and then again, harder this time. The door swung open. He entered the hallway but could see no one. It was a dark and dreary hallway. The paintings that hung there were covered with dust. He should really find himself a caretaker, Manannánn thought to himself.