Hello old readers or new readers. If you're new, I'd suggest you go read The Pirate's Daughter first, or parts of this story might be quite confusing. But I'll try to make it as clear as possible for everyone.
This is the beginning chapter so obviously it's quite filler. It takes place in the episode 2x09 but there are no scenes of the episode because I'm not a big fan of rewriting stuff that happens in the tv show. It happened. We saw it. So, if you feel confused that's the episode you should go to. Now, without further rambling, here you go:
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Chapter 1: The Beginning Of The End
Mya's P.O.V
Months after my return to the Enchanted Forest all I could think about was Neverland. I wasn't sleeping, which was odd, or eating, even odder, and the worst part was, I started loosing contact with my father.
The experience had brought us closer for about a month before he returned to his quest for vengeance. He wanted to defeat the Dark One at all costs. And my willingness to help him was close to null. I had lost the will to do almost anything, and things only went downhill from there.
I was almost eighteen. I should have been scouting for men to marry, like most girls my age, but I couldn't stop thinking about Peter. Moving on didn't seem like a plausible possibility for me. I was stuck in the memory of Neverland, of Peter Pan. Nothing else interested me. Soon enough, I decided to move out of my father's ship, settle in a small town maybe, find a job or something. He was reluctant to let me go of course, he wanted me to remain with him but even he couldn't deny I was getting older, and I needed to learn to be independent. I found a small cottage in a town governed by the Evil Queen. Everyone was terrified of her. Everyone despised her. Maybe I did wonder what this woman could have done to insight such hatred, but I was too numb to bring myself to care. At first, my father visited me frequently, but then the visits became less frequent and soon stopped all together.
I didn't resent my father for not coming to see me. I wasn't much company. I was grieving a loss I couldn't mourn over, because Neverland wasn't gone forever. It was just gone from me. And I kept wondering if I'd ever find the boy Peter needed; the key for me to return to the island. Then I'd remember the boy wasn't even alive yet according to the last attempt to find him, and the hope of seeing Peter vanished once more. I tried. I really did, to hope again. I thought about getting a magic bean to return to Neverland but even if I found one, would Peter accept me back with open arms if I arrived without the boy? I doubted it. Maybe he'd be pleased to see me, but he'd ask me to leave again. And I didn't want to go through that rejection again. It was like a kick in the gut. It hurt like physical pain, but unlike physical pain, it didn't heal easily.
One day, on my daily walk to the market to buy food, because here pumpkin pies didn't automatically appear in my hands, something happened, or rather, someone.
"She's coming!" A voice shouted, causing the whole market place to cry out and shuffle about like a flock of lost sheep. They emptied the main road, running to the sides of the market where all the stands were. I watched them, puzzled, as they froze in their places, from the main road. Which probably wasn't the best idea.
I stood alone in the street as I heard the sound of clattering hooves, and a carriage came into view. It wasn't like the other carriages you'd see strolling around, this one was black, richly designed, led by two dark horses. I soon realized it would be a good idea to move, but my feet appeared to be stuck to the cobblestone surface. I heard voices from the people in the market telling me to move, wondering why I was so daft as to remain there. The carriage stopped a few feet before me. It was too late to run now.
But there was no hurt in trying.
I ordered my feet to start walking towards the side of the main road but someone grabbed my arm and spun me back before I could take a third step. I glanced up at a figure dressed in black, with a helmet on his head, preventing me from seeing their face. "Oh… hi." I forced a grin, subtly trying to remove his hand, which was tightly gripping my upper arm. "Not to complain or anything but could you loosen your grip. I don't care much for bruises." The soldier didn't budge. Asshole.
"Bruises will be the least of your problems." A female voice spoke. I tilted my head around the soldier to see who it was. And I should have expected it. The Evil Queen.
Well I guess I was going to find out why they called her that now. Yay.
She looked as though she was in her thirties, jet-black hair and matching gown, with red streaks. I'll admit she looked quite intimidating. "What's your name, girl?" The Evil Queen demanded.
"Mya." I replied, deciding there was no point in lying about it.
"I'll deduce that you haven't lived here a long time. Or you'd know, when my carriage passes through here, the street must be deserted." Her voice was steady, calm, but threatening nonetheless.
I gulped, but tried to hold my head high. She could sense fear… like animals. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."
"You're right, it won't." The queen smiled, but that didn't reassure me one bit. "Imprison her." She turned to the soldier who was still holding onto me. "It'll serve as a warning for you all." She then shouted to the people in the market place.
"Wh-" I was about to protest when the soldier placed his other hand on my mouth and pulled me towards the carriage. I tried to stand my ground, but he was too strong, and I had nothing to hold onto. With ease, he sat me at the end of the carriage and tied my hands together with a think rope, despite my struggles to set myself free. My eyes wandered to the faces of the people all around, they just stared, none of them willing to help me. They were all too scared. The carriage started moving and I knew it was too late to scream for help, mostly because I knew no one would come to my rescue.
I stopped resisting to the bonds and sat quietly as the distance between the market and I became larger and larger until it was no longer in view.
The carriage arrived at a huge castle. I had seen it from the village before, but it was even more intimidating up close. The queen ordered the guards, all wearing helmets, to bring me up to the prisoner tower, where a comfy cell would await me. I had my doubts on the comfy-ness of the cell…
And I was right to. It was a gloomy room with rusty bars keeping me from escaping. The guards pushed me inside with force, and I inevitably fell to the ground. It was stone cold. As a matter of fact, the whole pace was freezing. "Is there any chance I could get a blanket or something?" I asked the guards, shivering. The guards snickered as I hugged myself. "I guess not." I sighed after they started leaving. I was alone now. In a cell. With no one coming to my rescue because no one knew I was here. And by no one, I meant my father.
"I usually don't visit my prisoners." A voice echoed. "But I'll make an exception." The Evil Queen's face came into view behind the bars. "Have you noticed you're the only prisoner here?" I glanced around and she was right, all the other cells were empty. "Why'd you suppose that is?"
I shrugged. "They all know not to stand in front of your carriage."
The queen rolled her eyes. "No." She took a step forward so her face was between the bars. "It's because there's a public execution every day. For each one of them." She grinned wickedly as she said so. I just gulped and tried not to collapse on my terrified body, already trembling in fear.
She was basically telling me I was next. Public execution. Great. Everybody would know I died because I stood in front of a carriage… how heroic.
"How old are you girl?" The queen asked, catching me off guard. That wasn't the question I was expecting, more like, what colour would you like the pike we'll stick your head onto once its detached from your body?
"Seventeen." I replied, forcing my voice not to sound like a weak whisper.
She raised an eyebrow. "And who are your parents?"
"My father's a pirate." I responded, not wanting to say his actual name. What if she wanted to punish him too for my (stupid) crime. Both our heads would be on pikes… I wouldn't allow that. "And I never met my mother. She died in childbirth."
The queen paused for a moment, her eyes studying me. And for a second, I thought she pitied me. But I didn't want her pity… Unless it got me the hell out of here… In that case, pity me! "Perhaps it's for the best."
I frowned, shocked at her words. "How can you say that?" Okay Mya, don't get too pissed off, remember she can put your head on a pike. "In what world is it 'for the best' to grow up without a mother?"
"Trust me. If your mother had been anything like mine, you'd agree." She retorted.
I scoffed. "What could she have possibly done to-"
"She killed the man I loved." She answered before I had even finished my question.
"Oh…" I see how that could have sucked. "Well if it makes you feel any better the one I love sent me away because a seer told him so." Even saying it I could feel tiny needles piercing my heart.
"It doesn't." The queen snapped then changed her tone to a gentler one. Yeah, I didn't know that was possible either. "He sent you here?" She wondered.
I nodded. "Yeah. He's in a different land. And I'm here." I sighed, my head dropping to stare at my own feet.
"Well that would explain why you didn't know about the rules here." She put on a small smile and raised her hand. I watched as the prison door slammed right open. Magic. Yet another thing to remind me of Peter… When would the universe stop torturing me? "Now, tell me more about this other land you came from?" She inquired, placing an arm around my back to lead me out of the cell.
I was confused. Slightly relieved, but confused.
"Why do you want to know?" I asked the queen as I picked up once of the cookies laid out on a plate in front of us. She had brought me to a huge room of her castle, where we sat face to face, with only a small coffee table between us, filled with delicious-looking food.
"Curiosity gets the best of me." She replied as I took a bite out of the cookie. It tasted amazing. "Now speak." She ordered.
"Okay, okay." Seemed like a legit reason anyways. "It's called Neverland."
This intrigued her even more. "And how did you get to Neverland?"
"With a magic bean. My father got it." I explained. "He wanted to get something, a weapon, to kill-" I stopped mid-sentence, not quite sure why I was telling her any of this. "It doesn't really matter.
"Actually, it does." She insisted. "Who did your father… what's his name again?"
"Killian." I replied. "Killian Jones. But he likes to go by Hook." Wait… I thought I agreed I wouldn't tell her.
"Yes." She smiled. "Who did he want to kill?"
Don't tell her… "The Dark One." And you told her… Stupid! Why was my mouth not cooperating with my brain?
The queen's eyes widened. "Rumplestiltskin?" She repeated the Dark One's name. I nodded. "Why would he want to kill him?"
"He wants revenge." I responded, taking the last bite out of the cookie.
"For what?" She demanded.
I frowned, why was she asking me all these questions. And why was I answering? "I don't think that's really relevant." I commented.
"Of course it is." She retorted. "If you want me to help you, I must know what's going on."
"I never asked you to help me." I pointed out.
"But you need it." Even if that were true, which it probably is, I'd never admit it. "Now, are you still hungry? Feel free to eat anything you want." She gestured to the table.
I was still hungry. I hadn't eaten properly in days. But as I reached out to take another cookie, I pulled my hand back. "Why are you bring so nice to me? You killed every other one of your prisoners and you're offering me tea, cake and cookies." I raised my eyebrows. "Why?"
The queen sighed. "Let's just say you remind of myself when I was younger." She looked sincere, but I had been around liars enough to know when they're good; they're really good. "And you have information I might consider useful."
I frowned. "What information?"
"You need not worry about that." She smirked. "Now, take another cookie or go back to your cell."
Was that even a logical question? Who would choose a nasty old cell over cookies? An idiot. But in this case, I was going to have to make the idiot decision. Because I knew they called her Evil Queen for some reason. And I had already told her too much… unwillingly. "There's something in the cookies isn't there?" I narrowed my eyes at her, picking one up to examine.
The queen let out a small laugh… an evil laugh. "Smart girl." A hair-flip would have been my natural response to that compliment, but I remained still, and so did my hair.
"I've been around magic enough to know as much." I wasn't lying there.
"Well then," she nodded at a guard that stood at the doors behind me. "Take her back to her cage."
Third Person
Back in Neverland, Pan had sent his shadow to look for Mya multiple times, but it only returned with news that were of no interest to him.
"I don't care about the Pirate's adventures in Wonderland!" Peter exclaimed, furious. "I want to know where Mya is, and if she's not with her father, I really don't care about his plans for revenge."
He was indeed curious to know why Mya wasn't with him, however. Hook had fought hard to retrieve his daughter and now that he had her back he simply let her run off on her own whilst he still sought for revenge against the Dark One.
"Find Mya." He ordered for what seemed like the billionth time, and his shadow flew off, either to succeed, or most likely, fail once more. Pan stormed back to camp where the Lost Boys were dancing round the campfire, just as he left them.
It was odd that he had lived all his immortal life here and everything was as it used to be, but he still felt something was missing. And he knew exactly what it was.
"Pan, maybe it's time you stopped trying to find the girl." Felix suggested. Peter blinked in seeing him there, he hadn't even noticed his arrival. "She will return on her own, like the seer foretold."
Peter growled at this. "For the last time, Felix. The seer was lying. I don't know why but her prediction wasn't true." He snapped. "So I need to correct the mistake I made and bring her back. And you need to stop getting in my way. Got that?" Peter threatened, raising his eyebrow.
Felix nodded, slowly backing away. "I apologize, Pan."
Peter knew that he had never been too fond of the girl ever since he had given him the scar that still remained on his face, but lately he had been trying too hard to convince Peter not retrieve the girl, and this greatly irritated him.
Mya's P.O.V
"Hello, Mya." The queen greeted me a few hours after our lovely tea session.
"What do you want?" I groaned. I had been taking a nap on the stone cold floor or the prison cell, not very comfy, but I was still enjoying my dreams better than the crappy reality I was living… And I did not want to wake up in it.
"I have some news that might interest you." She continued, which intrigued me enough to open my eyes. "Your father's here."
My eyes snapped fully open as I jumped to my feet. "What? Where?" I glanced around, hoping to see his dark hair and bearded face, or even catch a glimpse of his hook. But he wasn't around.
"He's not here right now." The queen corrected herself. "He's in Wonderland at the moment, to fulfill my order.
"Why would he do that?" Why would my father want to fulfill her orders?
This is the point in which she told me all about her crazy plans to enact a curse. A curse that would take us all to a land without magic, where she would get her revenge on Snow White for being the cause of the lover's death, along with her mother, and my father could kill the Dark One seeing as he's have no magic to protect himself with. I listened attentively, trying not to zone out.
"Okay…" I said once she finished. "Who is it that my father is disposing of then?"
"My mother."
I decided she was completely mental for wanting to kill her own mother, but didn't say so. She told me it was my lucky day seeing as when the curse would take place I could be with my father. "So can I have a nice life in this new world?" I asked, puppy-dog eyes and all.
"A decent one, yes." She replied. I knew that was the best deal I was going to get.
Third Person
Unfortunately, things didn't occur as planned. Hook went to Wonderland but didn't kill the Evil Queen's mother, instead, he ended up working for her. They both remained in the Enchanted Forest when the curse was enacted, under a protection spell the queen's other, Cora, had created. They would be frozen in time until the Savior would break curse. Hook had his doubts on the plan, but his biggest worry was his daughter.
He knew she was in the Enchanted Forest somewhere, he knew she was going to be swept away with the curse, but there was no point in dwelling on it now. The purple clouds surrounded the forest except for a small portion of the land, the one protected by Cora. It had begun.
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