A/N: I think each chapter is gonna be a different persons POV, but I might do two chapters from one persons POV if it requires it. Anyway, thanks for reading!
He didn't remember much when his mind awakened, but things slowly started to come back to him, tiny pieces of irrelevant information.
Everything was pain. Pain and green light. His mind refused to sort itself out. Everything was muddled, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. A jigsaw puzzle that wasn't meant to be put together.
He… He knew his name. Neal. His name was Neal. Or was it Baelfire? It was Baelfire and Neal. His Papa called him Bae. But everyone else called him Neal. That made sense, right?
He had seen the green light once before. When he had… When he had… When he had fallen through a portal, that was it. A portal to another world. He had been… Running away. From magic. From his Papa.
That didn't make sense. Why would he run from Papa? Because his Papa had used bad magic, he recalled. He had hurt people. He had broken their deal.
He remembered Emma. Her blonde curls, her smooth skin, her soft lips… And Henry, the little tyke. His son. Henry was his son. But he had left them. He had abandoned them, just like his Papa had abandoned him. A pang of regret hit him at that. He had tuned into the father he had been trying to run away from.
They were all from the Enchanted Forest, but he hadn't realised Emma was until August. August was Pinocchio. Pinocchio had known who he was, and he had convinced Neal to leave Emma and Henry.
His mind was shattered, recalling pieces of information, rejecting others. Everything he remembered felt like glass, cutting into his head and causing him pain. Most things didn't really make sense.
Like how Tamara had shot him. That was a dream, wasn't it? Of course it was. Tamara had loved him, and he had loved Tamara. They were going to get married. Yes. It was a dream. Well, more of a nightmare, actually.
He had fallen through another portal after being shot by someone, he was certain of it. He had been reunited with Emma and his Papa only to be torn from them again. They would miss him, and he would miss them, but they would find each other. Hadn't his Papa cast a Curse to find him the first time round?
Blackness snuck up on him, and he again fell asleep.
