In The Enchanted Forest Many years from know..

Rumple watched his children play in the woods in front of his giant cottage, him and Belle having enough to do with power they chose simplicity. "Darling, call the children in, it's time fore supper" Belle kissed her husband on the cheek. Rumple smiled and called out to his children to come inside.

Rumple counted them off as they entered the house.

"David, Arthur, Philip, Rohun, Victor, Henry, Haelore, Castifar, Willam, Michael, Joseph, Ud-" Rumple's throat ran dry. "Udea?" he yelled. "Udea!" He ran out into the forest, a stunned Belle standing the doorway with a mixing spoon, her eyebrows done up in a worried expression.

"Boys, where is your sister?" She asked them, they all paled and looked to Willam. "Willam where is your sister!?" She cried out one more time. Willam's green eyes flashed to the east before he mumbled; "she's playing with the swans" Belle rubbed her pregnant belly with worry. She hoped Rumple would get there on time.


Udea danced with the swans down at Lake Embryss, a little lake a few miles from the cottage. Her long, light brown hair reaching the child's ankles.

Rumple ran out to the water shouting her name. Udea stopped, confused. "Daddy? Is everything okay?" She wondered. Rumple scooped up his child from the water. "I told you, it's dangerous to be out here alone, a witch is familiar with these parts" he scolded. "Daddy, the Swans won't let anyone hurt me, I promise" she cooed.

"Deary, some of your brother's are named after princes, one after a madman and some after your ancestors, but you where named after a magical being so beautiful and so powerful that she saved all of us" He told her as they walked home. "What was she daddy?" Udea asked, wide eyes at this tale of the brave woman that saved her family. "She was an alchemist, she could weave magic using what little trace there was in the air she breathed and with a few strands of her hair" he smiled at his daughter.

"Was she a princess?" Udea asked him.

Rumple smiled at his daughter, "all in good time Deary, all in good time."