Third person's POV
The Enchanted Forest
A beautiful girl, around 16 years old; Katerina Petrova, was at her room, looking down at her belly and put a hand on it gently. She smiled but then her smile fell. She felt pain. She was in labor.

She screamed while she was in her bed. Her mother and sister where helping her as she was giving birth. "A little more dearest, a little more. Push ... a little more. A little more. A little more. Push!" Her mother said. Katerina pushed and screamed.

Soon, she delivered her baby. A girl. Katerina's mother took the baby on her arms while her father was watching. "It's a girl," Her mother said, smiling. Katerina looked at her mother and her child, shook. "A girl?" Katerina asked, tears in her eyes with joy. Her mother nodded. "Please mother, let me see her," Katerina pleaded.

Katerina's mother was about to hand the child to her but stopped when she heard Katerina's father yelling. "Woman, don't! What are you doing?" Katerina's mother gave the baby to her husband.

"Let me at least hold her once ... Just once ... At least once," Katerina pleaded to her father. "Forget it!" He said. "You have disgraced this family." He left the room with the baby.

Katerina cried and screamed. "No, father, please! No, father, no!" She said. She wanted to get out of the bed and ran after her father but her mother stopped her. "No Katerina, it's better for her! It's better for her!" He mother said as she embraced her. Katerina was still crying. "No mother, please ..."

"Let her go ... Let her go, Katerina," Her mother said. "Please, mama," Katerina cried, holding her mother tightly.

Jane's POV
I walked into Emma and my apartment. It was Emma's Birthday so I bought a Birthday cake, candles for it and a present.

Let me give you some information; My name is Jane Swan. I'm Emma's adopted daughter. We both know each other since I was four and we both were together at a foster family. She took care of me ever since.

Then when Emma was eighteen and I was only six, we meet Neal. He was very nice guy and while he was with us and was like a father figure to me. And then, Emma got into jail and Neal disappeared. I was alone for a while.

I was there for Emma when she gave birth and gave the baby up for adoption. When she was twenty one and I was nine, she adopted me. And that's it ...

After I lighted the candles on the cake, I heard footsteps in the hallway outside the front door and I knew it was Emma. I quickly closed the lights. The door opened and Emma walked in. I light the lights, "Happy Birthday!" Emma jumped.

"Jenny!" She called me by my nickname and she smiled as I giggled. "Happy Birthday," I said with a smile. I hold up the cake and she had a shock look. "Jane, you didn't need to," She said.

I shrugged and she smiled. "Make a wish, blow off the candles and open your present," I said, smiling. "You bought me a present?" She asked and I nodded. "Now come on Mom," I said with a smile.

She closed her eyes and then blow the candles off. I smiled as I put the cake down on the table and pulled out the present. I hold it out to her. "Here," I said as I handed it to her.

She smiled and opened it. It was the red jacket she loved that we saw a few days ago. She looked at me, shock. "No way," She said. "Try it on," I said with a smile. She put on the jacket and smiled. She pulled me to a tightly hug and I hugged back. "Thank you."

Then, the doorbell rang as we broke the hug. "Did you expecting someone?" Emma asked and I shook my head. "I'll get it," She said and walked to the door. I started to cut the cake.

I put part of the cake that I cut on Emma's plate. "Whoa, hey, kid! Kid! I don't have a son!" Emma said as a boy, around 10 years old, walked in and looked around our house. "Hi," I said, frowning. He smiled at me. "Hey, Jane," He said. "I'm Henry. Emma's son and your brother."

My eyes lightly wide. Emma's and Neal's son? "Kid, where are your parents?" Emma asked. He looked at her. "Ten years ago, did you give up a baby for adoption?" He asked. I noticed Emma's eyes grow wide. "That was me."

"Give me a minute," Emma said, and walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Henry walked over to me. "Um ... Do you went some?" I asked, pointing at the cake. He smiled and nodded. I cut for him a piece and put it on a plate. He started to eat it.

After a minute, Emma walked out of the bathroom and see Henry eating the cake and drinking juice. He put down the juice as he looked at Emma. "You know, we should probably get going," He said. "Going where?" Emma asked as she crossed her arms. "I want you to come home with me. Both of you," Henry replied, looking between me and Emma.

I looked at him shook. And I know Emma was too. "Okay, kid, I'm calling the cops," Emma said as she walked towards the phone. "And I'll tell them you kidnapped me," He said. "And they'll believe you because I'm your birth mother," She said and put down the phone. "Yep," He said.

"You're not gonna do that," I said. "Try me," He challenged as he looked at me. "You're pretty good, but here's the thing. There's not a lot I'm great at in life, but I have one skill. It's called a "superpower." I can tell when anyone is lying, and you, kid, are," Emma said and started to dial the number. "Wait," He said and she stopped. "Please don't call the cops. Please come home with me."

"Where's home?" I asked. "Storybrooke, Maine," He replied. I raised an eyebrow. "Storybrooke? Seriously?" Emma asked. "Mm-hmm," He said as he nodded. Emma sighed. "Alrighty, then. Let's get you back to Storybrooke."

... ...

Emma was driving in her car with me on the passenger seat and Henry was at the back seat. The driving was silent, until Henry broke it, "I'm hungry. Can we stop somewhere?"

"This is not a road trip. We're not stopping for snacks," Emma said. "Why not?" He asked. Emma sighed. "Quit complaining, kid. Remember - I could have put your butt on a bus," She said. "I still could."

"You know I have a name? It's Henry," He said. I looked at the mirror and saw him opening a book. "What's that?" I asked. "I'm not sure you and Emma are ready," He said. I frowned. "We not ready for some fairy tales?" Emma asked as me and her exchanged looks.

"They're not fairy tales. They're true. Every story in this book actually happened," He said. "Of course they did," Emma said sarcastically. "Use your superpower. See if I'm lying," He said. "Just because you believe something, doesn't make it true," Emma said.

"That's exactly what makes it true. You and Jane should know more than anyone," He said. "Why's that?" I asked as I looked at him. "Because you both in this book," He replied.

"Oh, kid. You've got problems," Emma said. "Yep. And you two going to fix them," He said and started to read the book as Emma and I exchanged glances.