Note: OUaT is property of its creators and ABC. I'm only dabbling in their world, with no claim to anything (though if I did...) Anyways, a few notes, this takes place in Storybrooke with flash backs to the fairytale world with Belle and an OC of mine who was originally intended to be a minor OC in another story. However the tricky little bastard decided to come and jump into this story. Sadly the only thing I had own..oh well, enjoy oh, and please enjoy. Reviews will make me update faster and more motivated.
In the beginning there were two beings, the Creator and the Keeper. The Creator brought light in being, and all the world with it. The Keeper brought shadow and the Underworld. For a time they lived together in this new world as husband and wife. The Creator soon turned her attention to youngest beings, men. Fragile and weak compared to herself, she named them her special children. They blossomed in her light and knew no death. The Keeper grew jealous and slew the first children. This broke the Creator's heart. She imprisoned her husband in his own realm with the veil of reality keeping him locked away for all eternity. To guard that border she made a set of guardians from storm wind with fire in their bellies. As she wept her tears brought life into the beasts. These beasts were the first dragons.
- From the archives of the Castle of the Prophets, attributed to Sainte Gervaise the Blind
"Alright, now take a deep breath" Cris smiled gently at the young boy, Henry, as he sucked in a huge breath, "and out. Wow, quite the set of lungs you've got there."
"Thanks. So, you're new here right?"
"Word spreads fast here doesn't it?" She laughed and let Henry play with her stethoscope as she made a few marks on his chart. He was a nice kid, even if his mother was giving off bad vibes. The Mayor was thankfully outside the office making a few calls. This saved the young nurse from the ice cold glares the woman had been giving her.
"Is that yes?" Persistant boy, how cute!
"Yes. Now, hold out your arm and lets check your blood pressure." As she thought, Henry was a perfectly healthy ten year old. Normally, from what the other nurses told her, Dr. Whale performed Henry's yearly physical, but was busy acting as medical expert for the Kathryn Nolan case. "What have you got there Henry?" Henry was flipping through a large leather bound volume as they waited for his mother to finish her calls.
"A book. It's very important."
"Mind if I take a look?" Henry hesistated, but handed over the tome. "Wow, these pictures are beautiful. Did your mother get this for you?"
"No, my teacher gave it to me." She continued to flip through the book, mesmerized by the illustrations. One in particular caught her attention. It was off two men, a blonde in a fur lined cloak and the other in shadow, only a pair of thin hands illuminated. There was a small line of swirling text beneath stating 'The elf and the Imp'. Some how they looked familiar. "Oh, I like that one. It's about two wizards who quarrel and duel over a princess, but she gets kidnapped."
"How does the story end?"
"It hasn't happened yet." The nurse raised an eyebrow. "I think the princess is still waiting for her happy ending."
"Well, she might have to get that happy ending on her own. No one hands you things on a silver platter." Henry smiled.
"That's pretty cool. What do you know..." Regina opened the door as she snapped her phone shut.
"All done?" Cris nodded and gave the mayor her payment order. "Where's Dr. Whale?"
"Down at the Sheriff's office madame mayor. He won't be back in his office until this afternoon." Regina pursed her lips in an annoyed pout. She prefered dealing with people she knew to be firmly under her thumb. That and outsiders in her town were a sign of the weakening curse. The writer was bad, but this nurse... Regina had a sick feeling of deja vu. "He did say that if anyone wanted to get in contact with him his mobile would be on." By anyone, he had meant Regina.
"No, that's alright. Come Henry, I'll give you a ride to school." Henry shouldered his school bag and followed his mother out of the office, but excused himself saying he'd left his jacket on the table.
"Ask Emma about Operation Cobra." Then he was gone. Cris could only shake her head. Kids were funny sometimes, they were so ready to believe in fantasy and magic. And why not, with a pinch of magic anything was possible.