Hey,

Right now I decided I wanted to bring something in this story, thank you so much for all the sweet reviews. I wanted to bring something to Regina and I wanted to make this story special. Amy is someone who would change all the episodes, but also changed Regina. That's the person I feel is the story is going to be most about. I had so much ideas about who Amy would be in the Enchanted forest and with some help I have an identity. She's a mix of a few fairy tales and she's also born from true love. And yes, Amy is good. Start your theories, I loved some of them. And I have to say there were some who were close.

Thanks and enjoy,

TempeGeller.


Chapter 2: Up to no good

Amy bit her lip and released it as she stared at her breakfast; she pushed her spoon against the cornflakes and yawned when a lack of oxygen came to her. Henry laughed as he had his eyes on hers. She gave him a kick under the table that returned the kitchen to absolute silence as Regina stepped inside. Regina looked firstly at Amy and then at Henry, almost like she was trying to notice something wrong about their outfits. She took the pack of cornflakes in her hand and said no word. Amy smiled at Henry and both of them released a laugh, at the same time Regina turned her eyes to them, glaring.
"Henry." She whispered. "Amelia."
Regina had explained that she had called Amelia after the pilot, Amelia Earhart, a woman she had read many things about and learned to appreciate, Amelia had no idea why Regina did that, maybe because she was never found again. No one ever called her Amelia, maybe a few people who liked to stay formal, or people that had a crush on her. She thought Amelia made her sound royal and there was not one part of her body that liked to act as a royal, she was a simple girl.
"So how is your Tolstoy class going, Amelia?"
"peaceful." Amy laughed. "And sometimes full of war."
"War and peace." Regina smiled "I get it."
"And the course was 3 semesters ago." Amy rolled her eyes. "I've been taking some English history classes, talking some great deal about Jack the Ripper."
"Jack the what now?" Regina opened her eyes wider. "And what did he rip?"
"The serial killer from Whitechapel?" She smiled "We have a study group, we have to write a paper on British legends. Alison, Hailey, Victoria, me and Noah have been working on it since the beginning of this term. We're looking to the story under the ink."
"Noah, did he choose to be in the all-girl group?" Henry laughed "Or does he have a crush on you?"
"Shut up, munchkin." She threw a pillow to his head. "

"What makes you so interested in a serial killer?"

Amy didn't turn around, she walked out of the kitchen and was almost directly followed by Henry. He had a smile on his face and stepped right next to her. She put a simple arm around him, something she did every day to her way smaller brother.
"So I heard you're making a tape on this Jack the Ripper." Henry spoke "Can I see it?"
"How about hell no." She responded. "Too much ketchup in one scene, plus you'll be way to smart for this tape and almost 50 percent of it are studying of written testimonies and language. It's a study of other works of fiction containing Jack the Ripper and bringing them back to modern society, plus finding reasons to say this person is wrong."
"That doesn't sound right?" Henry raised an eyebrow. "So who are the others doing?"

"Bloody Mary. The queen, not the urban legends." Amy laughed, she put her arm protectively Henry's shoulder, she always smiled. He did not remember one moment when his big sister wasn't the most spirited person. She was 20 years old going on 21 and always joking around with not being allowed to drink. "And also Sweeney Todd…"
"Do I want to know?"

"No." Amy shook her head. She noticed the smile on Henry's face, the walk to school was the one thing they had always done, even when Henry was three years old. Regina was the mayor of the town and she didn't have time to bring him to school, so she was the one that brought her little brother to school. "So…"
"Do you have a boyfriend at school?" He asked bluntly. She turned to her little brother, who still had a smile on his face. So, he wondered she was going out with one of her schoolmates.

"I don't need a boyfriend, Henry." She smiled "There's too much world to see."
"Than what are you doing Storybrooke?"
"Getting a degree, Henry."


The Enchanted forest

She had long wavy black hair, pale skin and her eyes were bluer than crystal. She stared through the window to the gardens she never wanted. Her mother said the world was a dangerous place, so dangerous that she would get hurt. The world was full of ogres, dragons and any monster that would kill her. She couldn't believe that a world with so beautiful flowers was dangerous, she could believe there were parts she needed to look out for, but still there needed to be something beautiful about everything.
As she stared to the sun setting under the horizon, the skies altered to fire red. She turned away, was she ever going to feel true love?

Her mother told about a lot, she told the story about her father. About how they had been in love, about the world being just amazing and then everything stopped being great. What she meant with that was a question to her, she thought that it meant that her father had left her mother in the cold. Her mother was left to take care of a child all by herself, a child that grew up not knowing any other children. The only company were the books that her mother got her. Even with those stories she felt lonely. She needed to get away. She needed to get out.

Tonight she was escaping, if her mother was not allowing her to live her life. She was going to find an adventure, she was going to find true love.


Henry stared at the mail he had gotten, he printed it. Was it fate that he gotten an answer so fast? And how could he get to Boston? He wanted to ask his sister, but he better not. There was already enough tension between his sister and his mother. There was something really funny going on between them, it was clear that Regina loved the both of them, but sometimes she was unable to express that love. When did busses leave? He couldn't go today and a ride to Boston would take at least 4 hours. Maybe even a couple of hours more.

She couldn't be aware that he was going to see his mother. The name of his mom kept going through his mind, Emma Swan. His name could have been Henry Swan, if it had not been Henry Mills. That would have been if Emma had not given him up, Emma was the daughter of his teacher. There was no picture, he didn't know what she would look like, would she be have black hair like Snow or would she share the blond hair with her father, prince Charming. He had stared at those images enough time. Emma. His mother.
He stared at Mary Margaret, he thought about how she didn't know who she really was. She didn't know that she had a child and a child she had lost. He thought about the pain she had to be feeling, maybe lucky that she wasn't feeling it. He needed to know what happened to her, maybe it was better that she was not aware of everything that happened, it protected her from pain. Henry felt double.
"Henry…" Mary Margaret stepped next to him. "Something wrong Henry?"
"Do you know what makes Jack the Ripper this interesting?"
"Have you been reading your sisters papers again?" She put the papers down next to him right away. Henry smiled a bit. "I'm not sure if you should know Jack the Ripper."


Amy stared at the letters in her book, Henry was later, she had no idea why. She closed the book as he ran towards her. He stopped right next to her, he had a smile on his face. A smile that was something she loved about her little brother. Yet there was something about the smile that reminded her about the times he was up to no good. She opened her eyes wider, as she put her arms around his shoulders.
"What are you up too?"
"What do you mean?" He blushed.
"Your 'up to something' smile." She stared right in his eyes. The blush on his face became worse and at the time he released a laugh, she was sure that there was something.
"You know who your mom is right." She stared at him. "After only two days?"
"Yes."

"You're planning on going to get her right?" She took his face in her hands. She noticed that he started blushing harder. "What were you going to do? Take the bus? A cab?"
"Both." He blushed. "I want to know here, I want to bring her back here."
"And you were going to have me worried?" She shook her head. "I'm going with you."
"No, you're not." Henry stepped away. "Regina would be pissed."
"Yes, but I have keys."
"You can't go." Henry stepped in front of her. "I don't think anything good can happen if you leave. You can't leave, bad things happen."
"No one has ever left this town." Amy smiled "I need this."
"You can't go."

Henry left, why did he think something bad would happen to her. He didn't want anything to happen to his sister, even if she wasn't his biological sister. He had a feeling that she would get hurt if she left town, he had to go all by himself.
"Henry, why do you think that you can leave and I can't?" She yelled. "You said it yourself, why am I waiting for going on adventures. I want to go…"
"You were born in the enchanted forest." Henry stared at her. "I was not, I can leave. You can't."
She stopped, she saw that there was a feeling of fear in his eyes. He really believed the story he was telling her. That was what feared her more, she couldn't leave. The whole fairy tale thing seemed fun, but it seemed that the fact that she couldn't leave town made her sad. She wanted to leave when she was older and now her brother told her, she would never be able to leave. That was what everyone wanted right? To leave home some time.
"Promise me, you'll stay here?" Henry took her hand. "That you'll let me go alone."
"So how are you going to do it?" She stared at him. "Get to the next town, take a bus. It doesn't seem safe. What if she doesn't want to see you? Henry."
"She's supposed to save us all." He stared at her. "He's going to give your memories back."

"Henry…" She stared at him. "Maybe the life I had in that book was less, maybe this thing is not true. Are you willing to sacrifice it all over a story?"
"It's not a story." He smiled at her. "It's life."

The next day, Amy did not walk Henry to school. She walked Henry to the town line or at least to the point where a board told you were in Storybrooke. There they were standing, she was inside Storybrooke, he was outside. She didn't even dare to look, she wanted to take a step over the line, just to proof there wouldn't happen anything, but she didn't dare. Maybe because part of her believed the story, maybe part of her believed that her mother was the evil queen. Henry's eyes were on hers. He had a smile on his face, he had her credit card in his pocket.
"There's enough money on there." She stared at him. "Find her."
"Do you believe me?"
"I believe you're not lying." She smiled "That's enough for me, right now. Do me a favour, find out who I am. I mean maybe I'll get a flash back or something."

"I will." He smiled. "I will find out."
"stay save." She touched his shoulder.

When she walked away from the town line, part of her wanted to turn around and walk over it. Yet she didn't, she let Henry leave. What kind of sister was she? Who would let an 8 year old go to Boston? She hoped he got there. She knew he would stay save, but part of her felt a pain in her. She was worried, he was her brother after all. Yet she didn't turn around, she knew that he needed to figure out if his mom cared for him and she knew he needed to find her. She didn't need to know her mother, but he did. So she let him go, because feeling that kind of doubt, she wouldn't want anyone to feel it. That was why she let Henry go.

As she stepped she could almost feel the wind pass around her. Cars passed her by, but she didn't stare at them.
"Amy!" She heard a voice behind her. "Amy!"
A girl with long blond hair stepped behind her, she had green eyes and a small forehead. She was wearing a dress and leggings, her name was Hailey and they were always partners.
"Where's Henry?"
"Off to school." Amy replied "So how's reading going?"
"I don't know what you like about Tolstoy." Amy replied "I for one think his sense of description is even more boring than anything. It's not my cup of tea."
"How about some tea?" She asked. Hailey raised an eyebrow.


Amy didn't know if she could go home, she was sure that Henry would have not returned. She knew her mother would notice if she came home without Henry, what lie would she make them believe? Maybe Henry was visiting his friends, but Henry did not have any friends, she knew that her mother knew that. She would never believe that. She started to sweat, where did she need to go? She couldn't go home, there was no way she could get away with getting home without Henry. She started to panic, what had she done?
"Amy…" It was Archie's voice. "Are you okay, Amy?"
"No." She smiled. "I could use something strong."
"Off course." She followed him to his apartment; there she was sitting on a chair in front of him. She didn't really ever drink alcohol, but right now she wanted to make an exception. He did some brandy in her glass, it only took her a few seconds to drink it. "I'm so stupid."
"What did you do, Amy?"
"Henry wanted to go to Boston to see his mother." She watched him poor in another glass. "I thought it was not a good idea, I even said I would drive him. That he said that I couldn't leave, so I let him go. I can't go home, if he's not there, my mom will kill me."
"Amy…"

"I'm such a fool." She cried. "I deserved this, I mean I let him go. I'm responsible for him."
"Amy, it will be alright." He smiled at her. "He's on his way back here, you are not stupid."


Regina stared at the clock, it was already ten. Henry was not even home yet and Amy hadn't returned either. A feeling of worry hit her, had anyone hurt them? Yes, that was right, she was worried about her twenty year old daughter too. She cared about both of them, Amy was a beautiful girl, anyone could hurt her. Right now she needed to call someone. She needed to know where they were. There was sweat coming to her.
She picked up the phone.

"Graham, my kids are missing."

She had definitely broken the image of the cold mayor. As she put down the phone, she thought about both of them. Amy and Henry. She turned around, where were they?


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