I've edited this a tad to make it better. I also added a few things as some stuff didn't match up.

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She looked up as the streaks of blue magic dissipated, as the home she was so used to the sky and the stars – lay above her. She was in the woods, a place she had looked down upon for years, a place she had played above in the sky for too long. Though she belonged to the sky, a starlight child, she would always belong here, the place she was born to belong to - the land of mortals. She had been sent back on a mission. She had to keep to the word of her father's people. She had to stay here, find her mother and keep their home safe. More importantly, she must give her a warning if she hadn't left Storybrooke already.

She stared around as she saw forest all around her. In her human form, she wasn't quite sure what to do, but she was an adventurous starlight child, and the elders of the sky had taught her their magic, their skills and how to apply them. She was trained for this, she could find the form for her situation, it would be a wolf, she could find her way to her mother. She had many things she had taken with her, one of them was the only thing she knew was once her mother's, a long-dead yet preserved flower. Now that she was no longer in the sky, the magic of the living people residing here was humming all around her, clutching her precious flower closely to her chest. She felt the familiar warmth of magic surge through her and found herself a few feet smaller, in the familiar form of a wolf. She could sense unfamiliar scents, not just of the pine in the forest or the mud and dirt, but oily smells, grease and smoke that burned her nose from this new realm. She knew she had to focus now.

Her Amma had been wise to tell her what to do, and that the land below was a strange place. Though the sky-people could never visit, they could always look down and see, look down and smile. As she looked up and saw the stars from afar for the very first time, she smiled. Even though she was very far from home, home was not that far from her.

The small wolf felt the sticks and dried mud below her paws, a strangely disorientating feeling, soaring through the skies with the other starlights was never as solid a feeling, but she reveled in it, this was the first feeling of her new home. Her mother was out there somewhere, walking on the same land that she was. Though her mother had no clue that she was alive, and for her mother, it had been many years. Her mother must be 58 at least by now, maybe 60, including the dark curse? She hadn't had time to ask. It had been forty years for her since her birth, but up in the sky time passes by slower. Up in the sky, it had only been eight years. She looked eight, certainly. In her human form she had little chocolate curls, that cascaded down past her shoulders and hazel eyes that always looked so bright. Yes, she looked eight years old, but it had been forty years. She had all the intelligence her body could stand, which was enough. She spoke and presented herself well. She didn't have much knowledge of these lands, but she had to use what little she did, because if she didn't make it back to see the skies, and talk to her Amma, her Papa would be anxious. Mostly to know if she had met her own mother yet, they both knew her mother had changed since he had seen her last, but mostly he wanted to know if she was happy. She must be, because it meant that she had survived, her mother was best at that. She kept going. So now, the wolf would do her best to keep her little feet going, walking as far as it took to take her to see her mother, to come home.

She avoided the blackness that clouded her vision, exhaustion and exertion from her journey here beginning to overwhelm her. She could see the strange buildings and structures she had only ever seen from above, this had to be it, she had to be in Storybrooke. As she strolled through the streets, shadowed by the night, she avoided the yelp one woman gave, who ran from her -she needed to find her mother. The blackness was swallowing her vision greedily, her feet were screaming at her, her joints were beginning to protest. It really couldn't hurt if she were to rest here? This land was her home, it wouldn't hurt to just sleep here. A few more minutes and she would find her mother. She could keep her safe.

A few more minutes to lie, and let her eyelids fall.

A few more minutes, and she would get back up again.

Because time was slower here.

A few more minutes, as she drifted off to sleep, for the first time, she fell asleep under the stars, not among them.

Ruby dropped the bag of trash that she had been carrying out into the back, when she had neared the dumpster there laid seen a small child, resting against it, fast asleep and shivering.

The child had slightly olive colored skin, dark brunette hair that was loosely keeping to her sweat stained forehead. She raised the back of her hand to check her temperature, but it wasn't anything feverous. She had reservations about this girl, she was crawled up into a ball, clutching something close to her chest. She was young, very young.

That was not the biggest shock for Ruby.

The child was wearing leather pants, a dark brown color, and a deep blue flowing dress around her, to the floor, spread out around her, it was kept in at her waist with a gold belt, and she seemed to have a deep blue hood that she had let down as well, and it was laced with little swirls and patterns that were so intricate, very clearly hand-crafted. These were not robes from the enchanted forest. They were certainly not any clothes from this realm. It was a similar material to the werewolf's cloak, and the scents she got from the girl alone made her nose tingle, almost as though it was filled with chlorine, she couldn't quite understand it. She didn't know if the little girl was homeless, because she smelt clean, and different. It was like a smell she had encountered before, but it was new all the same. And then there was the magic, it was something she had found she could sense after Gold brought magic to Storybrooke, and this girl was full of it, more than gold was, and much lighter, maybe even more than Emma was.

Sighing, she scooped the little girl into her arms, she wasn't about to let a small child spend the night outside Granny's. And if granny was - although she highly doubted that she would- then she would pay for it and find the little girl a home. Which then she found herself worrying about, because although the dark curse had been cruel, all the children had families, even the lost boys when they had made the trip back from Neverland. So, who did this girl belong to? Why was she so lost? Why was she sitting at the back of the diner, curled up, cold and shivering if she was so powerful? The magic was so tense in the air, as soon as Ruby had her laid down in the bed, she had to get out of there, it was almost suffocating.

In the morning, she'd get Blue to come down and find out why this little girl was so powerful, but for now she needed to get outside, into the woods. She needed to run.

When Ruby came back inside, and had made sure the girl was indeed sleeping, she wasn't really sure what she would do. She would get Blue to come and answer some of her questions, and maybe the girl could answer some for herself, but she couldn't help the nagging feeling that somehow this little girl was familiar to her. Maybe they had met in the enchanted forest? But then, why was the girl wearing such strange clothes, even for there? It was very possible the girl didn't know where or who she was, or where she came from. She didn't want the little girl to wake up alone. So, she got down into the chair in the corner of the room, ready for the rest of the night. She wasn't about to let the child wake up alone if she didn't know anything of this realm.

When she came to, she was in a bed. That much, she could tell, but as for the rest, like with where she was or how she had gotten there, she didn't know. Pulling herself up, she saw a woman passed out in the chair in the corner, and somehow, she wasn't really afraid. It was a position Amma often took when she could spare nights away to come look after her. She began to panic as she soon realized she really did have no clue where she was right now, or who the woman was and why she had such colorful hair.

She couldn't think of what to do next, the only few things she had been told had seemed somewhat cryptic and now, she needed her instincts more than ever. As her head began to reel, her thoughts plaguing her: how to leave? Should she stay? What was she supposed to do now? One thing clicked in her mind; The Elders of the sky. They had taught her many things with their magic, and some of them hadn't been able to control the power she had possessed. But she had been taught many things, and she knew what she could do, to see if she could trust this woman. Her memories. If the woman had been kind and had good intentions, true ones, in bringing her here then maybe she could trust her. She tried not to feel like she was ignoring Amma's advice about finding her mother first.

Bringing forth her magic, she tentatively reached a hand up to the woman's temple. When the stranger didn't stir, the girl let the power in her loose, shuffling through this woman's mind until she found memories of the night before. She watched as the woman found her, sleeping on the ground. It was unsettling to see herself being analyzed by this woman, it felt like she was scrutinizing herself. The girl let out a sigh of relief as the woman just brought her here to stay safe. Yet the woman left her, transforming into another being. It was a shift she could recognize. This woman was turning into a wolf, much like the one she was used to- it was her favorite of the forms to take. Another sharp breath as she retracted her hand as sharp eyes came to meet her own.

"What was that? Were you using magic on me?" The woman inquired, shifting upwards in her seat.

She pulled back and took a few footsteps away from the woman who had now fully sat up in her chair, watching her apprehensively.

"Nothing, I was just trying to find out why I am here."

The woman snorted and seemed to relax a little.

"Yeah, well maybe try asking. I'm Ruby, you're here because you shouldn't have had to sleep outside. What's your name?"

"Name's are dangerous." Those were the words Amma had told her, specifically when warning her about coming down here.

"Yeah, well your name isn't going to hurt me, so what's your name?"

There was a pause, as the girl tried to decide whether or not this woman was trustworthy. "Ninita.", she finally responded. Well, it wasn't exactly a lie, her Papa had often called her that, and Amma often spoke it in other languages. Some she seemed to understand without needing translations, it was a nickname, but it was a name for her none the less.

"Alright, I'm Ruby, like I said. Sometimes people call me Red."

"Like your hair?"

"Uh, yeah. It's my signature color, I guess." The woman stood up fully, twisting her neck to the side, stretching out her long arms with a silent yawn. "What were you doing with magic?"

"I was looking through your memories. I wanted to know if you would hurt me." She said the last part softly, and looked down, suddenly ashamed that she had even accused the woman who was here and had helped her and who was very kind, of hurting her.

"Hey, look I'm not going to hurt you, I just have someone I want you to meet. But first, I need to know where you're from."

"I cannot tell you."

Somehow, that only seemed to amuse the tall brunette woman further.

"Yeah, you can trust me, I took you inside didn't I?"

"Yes." The girl admitted, still unwilling to meet Ruby's eyes.

"So, where are you from?"

"Casa." She hoped that the woman didn't know any of the languages her Amma and Papa had taught her. But Ruby just laughed.

"Yeah, kid I know some Spanish. And everyone knows 'me casa es su casa'. I get that where you're from is home, but what's the name of that realm?"

Her eyes widened, not only did Ruby know that she was not from this realm, but she knew some of the languages they spoke there. Suddenly speaking in different languages didn't seem like a viable option anymore. She could not speak in alive languages, then. Perhaps speaking in long-dead ones would work?

"It's called Stiarna, but many people call it many things. We call it Casa most times."

"Hey, don't be scared okay, but I'm taking it you know you're not in that realm any more, right?"

"I know.", she paused, finally taking in the room around her. Old, worn flower-covered wallpaper lined the walls, an oak wood floor stood beneath her feet. Behind her, sat a large bed, covered in sheets that matched the walls. "Everything here is..."

"Strange." Ruby finished for her, an arm reaching out for her shoulder for comfort. "I know, but do you know what realm you're in, how you got here?"

Of course, she knew. She was in Storybrooke, and when Amma had returned, there was power enough to send her here, this was supposed to be her home, because it was where her mother should be. But this Ruby or Red, whoever. She was not her mother, and so she wasn't about to disclose that information yet.

"Storybrooke. And I can't tell you."

"Kid, you seem to think you can't tell me lots of things. But you can, I'm not going to hurt you if you tell me how you got here. Was it a magic bean? A portal? Is there a reason why you're here, alone?"

That, maybe she could answer.

"To your first two questions, the answer is no. There is a reason why I am here, though I am not alone. I won't be, shortly." She took a deep breath as she chose to trust this woman, and hoped Amma was wrong, or that mother trusted this woman.

"I'm here to find my mother."

"Well, that I can help you with, I got a knack for tracking people down."

Ruby stretched once more, her arms stretching outward, her shirt riding up as she stretched all of the kinks out in her back. Yawning, she sat back down, so that she was just eye level with the girl.

"I know."

That pulled Red out of her reverie. "What?"

"I saw you become a wolf. Is that your only form? Or can you shift into something else? Who taught you?"

"Woah, hey slow down. How did you see me as a wolf? You were asleep. Was that your magic?"

The girl instead of answering, just decided to flash her a smirk as a response, holding up the fingers of the hand she had used for eliciting the memories.

"You're not scared are you?" Ruby asked, her eyes suddenly becoming focused on her feet.

"No, so I suppose you are a werewolf then, if you haven't told me of any other forms. An in-control one at that. Very good control, might I add."

"Hey Ninita, how do you know this? You look like you're, what? Ten? but you talk like you're way older. Are you royalty or something in your realm? Stiarna right?"

"Time passes differently there, and no, I'm not royalty there, there isn't really a class system, but I suppose you could say we are all equally royal."

"Your realm certainly sounds a lot better than the enchanted forest, better dress sense anyway." She gestured to her clothes, which she noted had thankfully made the journey with her, she hadn't expected them to, seeing as they were made of magic she had learned in the skies.

"Oh, yes of course." She waved her hand over herself, magically wearing new clothes, where her pants were gone, she was now wearing a flowing green robe, a lighter shade of green for a dress underneath it, but she still wore the same cape, and instead of a golden belt that kept the clothes clinging to her body, it was one that seemed entirely emitting blue light. This one, she had learned to create from Amma.

"Woah, I mean, little warning before you use magic?" Ruby wrinkled her nose, the smell wasn't nauseating, it was the strength of it, it really was overpowering to Ruby's strong wolf senses. The familiarity of it clung to her, she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was just out of reach.

"Oh, of course, you are a werewolf then?"

"Yeah, but still, you didn't tell me how you know this stuff."

She snorted, this girl had never heard of the sky before? How was she so oblivious to the skies above? They watched over each realm, how had she never noticed? Had no-one even thought of it? It was legend. She noticed Ruby's inquisitive look and tried to explain as best she could.

"Well, I only knew you were a shifter, of sorts, when you transformed into a wolf from your memories, if you can't transform into anything but, it's only safe to assume..." She trailed off as Ruby just gave a little nod.

"So do you know people who shift into other animals?" She watched as red got up and opened the door, she had to admit she was afraid, but it seemed she could trust Ruby, who held out a hand. She took it, a little disgruntled at the fact she thought she was that young, but nevertheless, it was a form of comfort she wasn't going to refuse too quickly.

"Never heard of the Viroa?"

"The what?" She followed Ruby as she showed her down the stairs, into a kitchen, covered in strange amenities from this modern world. "It means changer, they are shape-changers, they can convert themselves into any animal entity existing, in any realm. But they have control over it, and they have a human form, that in exhaustion, or moments in loss of power, is what they revert to. It takes no magic to keep them in that form."

"You know a lot about this."

"I should, I am one."

"Woah, cool. What can you change into?" It took her all she had to not roll her eyes, which wasn't enough, but Ruby took it well.

"I Just told you, but I know you are a werewolf, because a) I saw the change from your view, and have done that before, and b) Your name makes it easier to confirm."

"Don't tell me our old realm is known in yours? The Enchanted Forest?"

"Stiarna knows of all the realms, but apparently, it's not the other way around."

"You're confusing me."

"I assumed as much."

"Right, so you're looking for your mom, yeah?"

"Yes, but I can do that myself, I hope." Red walked them out into the diner she had seen, when Amma was helping her prepare for the journey.

"So this is Granny's, I know stuff might be strange here-"

"I know, you're Ruby, so Widow Lucas must be about to get the kitchen ready. Now is as good a time as any, I think."

"Never heard anyone call Granny that in a long time. Good time for what?"

"A locator spell."

"So you have something of your mom's?"

"Yes, but it may not work, it already has many enchantments on it, and it may not work if mother has left."

"Hey, why do you think she's leaving? Not many people leave Storybrooke."

"I'm sure you already know that I have means of knowing things, if mother is already... gone-then there are other people this will lead me to."

"That makes no sense."

"It will." She seemed to halt a minute as she lifted the hand that had the enchanted flower in it, if Amma was right, and when she returned, everyone would be in the underworld, then there was only one person this would take her to. If enough time had passed, and then she would have to await mother's return, and give her the warning.

"Ruby, will you follow me, help me find the people -whoever it may be- and deliver my messages?"

"Kid, sure I will, but who do you have to go to?"

"Wherever the spell takes me, I shall go. I do not know the messages, the enchantments do."

Ruby held her hands up in mock surrender, stifling a laugh at the glare that reciprocated it.

She couldn't see what she was holding, but she cupped it in one hand, the other hovering just above it, pulling at invisible strings, until a soft, blue glowing teardrop shape began to levitate in her palm, her other hand just above it, manipulating it, until it seemed to dissipate, leaving white smoke in the air. As she watched, mouth agape, when Ninita leaned forward and inhaled the smoke through her nose, her eyelids snapping open.

"So...where are we off to?"

"To see Snow White, I have a message for her. She's back isn't she? They've already gone to the underworld?"

Red's jaw almost hit the floor. This kid knew everything.

"Yeah, uhm. I know how to get to Snow's, and some people are still stuck in the underworld."

"Good, Amma will make it safe for them. We need to speak to Snow White, and then wait for mother's return.. Now if you don't mind, I need to put up my veil."

She watched as the girl waved her hand over her face, a thick black shadow now covering her face. As the child led her on, she couldn't help but be curious as to who she truly was.

She wondered who Amma was, but just steered off in the direction of the loft, the urgency in this child's voice propelling her forward. Blue would come later, explain all of this to both herself, and apparently now, Snow as well.

If this kid's mother was in the underworld, on the voyage everyone had took, leaving Storybrooke quite dull, then that meant Ninita's mother was one of four people; Zelena, Emma, Regina or Belle.

And based off what she knew of all four, each name placed as this kid's mom was just as crazy as the last.

Ninita is just a nickname that she was given, it means 'little girl' in Spanish. Amma, means 'grandmother' in ancient Norse, Stirana means 'stars', Viroa, really does mean 'changer'.

So, I changed a few things and soon the other chapters will be updated soon, as well as continuing with the story.