AN: This chapter is a short update. I have had some writers block lately. This is a quick look at Emma's beginnings in OZ. I will try to update again soon. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read this, favorite and follow. I really do appreciate it.

Any errors are mine. I don't use a beta.

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Chpt 2

"Ugh, Regina, what the hell?" Emma groaned, rubbing her head, where she felt a dull ache. "Regina?" Emma called out. Silence. Emma sat up, fully opening her eyes. The sheriff's breath hitched as she was taken aback by the view. She had never seen such vibrant beauty. She sat staring for a few moments mesmerized by the deep reds, royal blues, and bright yellows, of the flowers surrounding her. The sun beat down on her skin, filling her with warmth. The sky was a clear pale blue, not gray like Storybrooke.

"Oh, no, no, no" Emma was suddenly on the verge of panic, as she realized she was no longer in Storybrooke. "This can't be happening." Somehow the sheriff was transported to another land, a different realm, she didn't know. What Emma did know, is that she was here alone and had no idea how to get home. Story of my life, thought Emma, alone and looking for home. Tears streamed down her face at the memories of childhood, the thought of not seeing Henry or Regina or her parents ever again. All she ever wanted was a normal life and all she ever got was crazy. After a few moments of feeling sorry for herself, Emma took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. "Get it together Swan. This is no time to fall apart."

"Who are you talking to?" said a young male voice.

"What?" Emma could swear she heard someone talking, but when she looked over her shoulder, in the direction of the voice, all she could see was a small monkey hanging from a branch.

"Wonderful, now I am hearing things" she grumbled "and talking to myself."

The sheriff stood up and brushed off her jeans. Now what, she thought. There were a number of ways she could go, but where would she end up? While trying to make her decision, the little monkey swung from his branch and landed in front of her.

"I wouldn't go that way if I were you," said the monkey pointing in toward the north. "Evil lives there."

"Holy shit," Emma exclaimed "you can talk. How hard did I hit my head?"

"What, you've never seen a talking monkey before?" the creature asked.

"Well, no actually," said Emma "Where I come from animals don't talk."

"Strange," the creature replied. "What land are you from?"

"Storybrooke, Maine,"

"Never heard of it,"

"I'm not surprised, it's a made up town, created by curse," said Emma "And where are we exactly?"

"Oz of course," the monkey chuckled and shook his head.

"That's just great," Emma shouted "How the hell did I get here and how the hell do I get home!" she yelled at the animal. She was so tired of magic and spells and curses and being the Savior. She didn't ask for any of it, nor did she want it.

The monkey simply stared at her, unfazed by her outburst. After a few minutes of silence and letting the woman cool down, he responded, "I don't know how you got here, but I know someone who can help us figure out how to get you home." he started down the road leading south "come, follow me" he hollered at Emma.

"Where are we going?" she asked, running to catch up with her new companion.

"To see a friend," said the monkey "Her name is Glinda and she has magic. She will surely be able to help you."

"Damn it," Emma mumbled to herself "More fucking magic."