Hi so here is another chapter, this one covers a lot of episodes up until Graham's death. In the Enchanted Forest we see Giselle's life, how Rumple did raise her sort of but kept her secret so that Regina wouldn't find out (or Hook)

The part about Hook's story is guesswork. He's not in the first season so therefore not in the book but I thought like the Saviour story it could have been removed, and we know the Dark One is all powerful so...make of that what you will...

And already the foundations are being laid for the first time Killian and his daughter meet.

Disclaimer-Nothing is mine but Giselle/Scarlett.

Please Read and Review.

Paradise Lost

Chapter 3-A Death In The 'Family'

Scarlett gets involved with Henry's plans to free the town from the 'Curse' as Emma settles down into Storybrooke, meanwhile in the Enchanted Forest, Giselle grows up in the shadow of the Dark One.

Imagination is more important than knowledge.

Knowledge is limited; imagination encircles the world. (Albert Einstein)

Storybrooke

Scarlett hadn't attempted to get involved in Henry's overactive imagination. In fact as far as Scarlett was concerned while she loved Henry like an annoying little brother she didn't want to have much to do with she hadn't intended to read through the book that damn teacher had given to him.

She had only walked into Granny's on a Saturday in order to pick up a breakfast sandwich and a takeout order of her favourite Pumpkin Spice Latte only to see Henry Mills sat at the table by the window pouring over the book and (thankfully) devoid of both his mothers.

"Hey Scarlett" he said smiling at her when as she tried (discreetly) to move past him praying her clumpy favourite black boots didn't make too much noise. "Hey Henry" she said deciding to humour him despite the fact that the boy was pouring over a book that she felt was rather dangerous to someone's imagination.

"I'm trying to find you" he said gesturing to the open pages of the book. "But I can't" he paused looking so frustrated that Scarlett couldn't help but feel both irritated with the woman that had set Henry on the path which she knew would only lead to heartbreak and warmth that the younger boy was taking this so seriously.

"You found my Dad yet?" she asked deciding to humour him.

Henry frowned looking suddenly, rather nervous. "Yes" he said finally. "I think he might be Rumplestilskin" he caught Scarlett's expression. "He's the man pulling the strings"

Scarlett nodded thoughtfully. That did seem right after all.

"Sounds about right" she said shrugging. If Henry was to believe after all.

"I've found most of the people in town in the book" Henry said grinning. "I mean there are some people that I haven't found such as Pinocchio and...Well...Captain Hook's missing as well"

"Captain Hook?" Scarlett asked interest gaining despite her intention to ignore Henry's insane view that the town was cursed into an enteral timeless slump.

"Yeah, there's mentions of him all over the book, with Mo...The Evil Queen, and I think he's a footnote in the Rumplestilskin story but I..." he lowered his voice and Scarlett slipped into the seat next to him intrigued despite himself. "I think the book may have been tampered with. I know that the story of my Mom is gone. The Saviour storyline is safe but Scarlett..." he shook his head. "I think that someone has been messing with Captain Hook's story. Like it was there but then it was gone"

Scarlett blinked before he tucked her hand under Henry's sleeve. "I don't think that my father hates Captain Hook" she said shaking her head so that her dark curls flew over her shoulder. She patted Henry on the arm again. "I suppose that you haven't found me yet" she said grinning and taking a sip of her coffee.

"No" Henry said looking utterly put out. "I think you might be tied in with your Dad and the Rumplestilskin story but then again there is no mention of you..." he shot Scarlett a look as if he was suspecting her to be upset about the fact that she wasn't in some storybook about fairy tale characters.

"Oh" Scarlett replied. Humouring Henry was the best policy she decided.

She decided eventually to say goodbye to the boy choosing to leave the warmth of Granny's for the cold outside. As she left she saw the Sherriff pass Emma Swan a coffee and a bear claw and the woman laugh as he did so tossing back her hair so that it fell over her back in golden waves.

They didn't notice Scarlett and Scarlett was fine with that.

She still couldn't shake of what Henry had said about Captain Hook and Rumplestilskin though.

Captain Hook.

She took another mouthful of coffee, tucked her old brown leather jacket around her elbow sleeved, knee length black dress and tights and wide brown belt, and decided to go in search of a quiet place near the lake where she could eat breakfast in peace.

The Enchanted Forest. The Dark Castle.

Giselle had grown up in the small cottage on the outskirts of the small village that fell under the Dark One's rule. Her small bedroom was above the main floor of the cottage and had a small window in which she could open the shutters and see the stars at night.

Her bed was tucked under the window. Her mattress was soft and her blankets were all velvet trimmed in fur a far cry from the other people in the village. In truth she didn't know about the other people in the village because she had never met them. Giselle was kept far away from the village people and Rosanna the maid who looked at her always went into town to get food and books.

For a moment the girl just lay there, her soft cotton nightdress soaking in the warmth from the blankets as she stared blankly at the wooden ceiling. For a second the thirteen year old didn't move and then finally smelling the warm smell of porridge on the fire. She moved down the small wooden ladder bare feet pattering on the ground till she got the wooden chest that held her clothes.

Giselle changed from her nightdress tucking it into the chest and ran a soft rag with hot water (carefully filled by Rosanna) over her body and then reached for the dress that was at the top of the pile. It was a dark purple and fell simply over her body held into place with a tight silver band. The sleeves were edged in silver as well but Giselle still smiled when she found her dark boots the leather soft and still smooth despite the fact that they were old and well worn. She caught sight of her expression in the mirror. Her long hair was messy and she ran a brush through it wincing. She reached for a band and tied it loosely into a bun at the back of her neck though strands would be falling loose probably.

Rosanna was spooning porridge into the warm wooden bowl. "Thank you" Giselle said sitting down on the wooden benches at the wooden table. She sat straight backed, head held up high. There was freshly baked bread on the table, the white kind and she smoothed warm butter over a slice and grabbed a piece of thick smoky bacon. Rosanna smiled at her passing her the honey and she spooned some into the porridge and into her tea at the same time.

"You know what time you will leave?" Rosanna asked sitting down opposite her and stirring a lump of sugar into her tea. Giselle nodded. Today was Friday and they responded in just the same formal way. "I'll pack a bag, when the carriage arrives as usual and then I will leave Sunday night as I always do"

Rosanna nodded. "I'll have something warm waiting for you like always" she said smiling.

Giselle nodded swallowing a spoonful of porridge. She chewed her bacon and bread and then when breakfast was finished stood to help Rosanna clear away the simple but clean breakfast. Rosanna waved her away and Giselle took that as an indication to pack her bags for the weekend.

She choose three more gowns. A green one the shade of emeralds, a pale butter yellow one and a dark red one edged in black for spare. Into her bag went a small pair of high shoes, a selection of books and various accessories and hair clips.

Friday, Saturday and Sunday was always different to Giselle. Giselle spent the weekend at the Dark Castle with her de-facto father. Rumplestilskin, commonly known as the Dark One.

The weekend was the only time that the two of them spent time together. The rest of the time Giselle was isolated with Rosanna. She had her books and her lessons but she was for all intents and purposes alone. This was because (as she was told) the fact that she was the Dark One's adopted daughter and ward was to remain a secret.

Giselle had no idea beyond what vague descriptions her father would give her about her biological parents. Rosanna had told her once that her birth father had been a criminal that had stolen her mother away from her son (Giselle's half-brother and the son of her adoptive father) and then killed her.

Her mother. Well. Her father wouldn't go into detail about that but Giselle was under the assumption that her mother must have done something really bad in order to make her father's magic shatter a tea set the one time she asked why she had left Giselle's brother.

Giselle was safe because of her adoptive father. He had told her ever since she was a little girl that her biological father had intentions to not only kill her mother but her brother (who was missing due to a magical accident, apparently) and herself as well. Her birth father was apparently a man with no morals or sense of goodness and out of a sense of duty for her mother he had saved Giselle from certain death.

The Dark One made a surprisingly good guardian Giselle thought. The carriage pulled up being used by magic and Giselle tucked her grey cloak lined with fur around her, said goodbye to Rosanna and climbed into the carriage.

Giselle she knew, had never wanted for nothing. Well. She thought sardonically nothing material. She had been wonderfully clothed and fed and her education was up to date. She could read and write, speak three different languages of this realm fluently and her father had taught her how to read, speak and write strange languages from other realms and to read the magical runes. She knew how to brew herbs and make medicine from Rosanna and she could calculate a small kingdom's allowance easily. She knew how to plan ceremonies and the geography and history of the Enchanted Forest and all the other realms. She knew all about the Seas and whatever mysteries were out there in the other realms as much as her father did. The only thing she didn't know about was her real family and the events surrounding their death.

However...well...Giselle pondered the thought that had plagued her for nearly thirteen years. Why would her father lie about something like this?

The carriage stopped at the gates, the gates swinging open with magic and the carriage pulling to a stop in front of the door which magically swung open. Giselle left the carriage and clutching her bag entered the castle.

The doors swung shut just like they always did. She slowly walked up the stairs and into the main drawing room.

Her father, adopted father, Rumplestilskin, The Dark One to go by his many titles was sat at his spinning wheel. He was dressed as finely as ever and even though he didn't look up when she entered the room she knew from experience that he knew that she was there.

She bobbed a curtsey like Rosanna had taught her to do since she was a little girl. She had copied the gesture from the maid and only when she rose a little she saw tea had appeared on the table.

"Good evening father" she said moving towards the table and pouring two cups of tea. She added honey and sugar to her own cup and then sugar to her fathers and passed it to him as he stood up from the stool.

"Giselle" he said warmly holding out his arms. Giselle dropped her tea cup and moved into them. The hug was short and sweet and when she pulled back her father was smiling at her. It was a genuine smile as well. Giselle sat down at his indication sweeping off her cloak and with a wave of his hand her bag and cloak was taken up to her room in the West Tower which was Giselle's own private room.

"I have dinner waiting for us" he said quietly. "While I spin the wheel for a while why don't you find a book and translate for us. I want to see what you've learnt in the last week"

Giselle sat down her purple skirt fanning out around her. "Translation of the runes from the language of Arabic to our language?" she asked and with another wave the book fell in front of her. Turning to the page she began to read.

That night Giselle slipped into her nightdress and curled under the red velvet coverlet and laid her head on the clean white pillowcase. Her room was a large circle with the bed in the middle. It was a double sized bed covered in fresh clean linin and was accompanied by a desk with access to the library and a pewter bath tub that had access to have hot water. There was a chest of oak for her clothes. The mirror remained the same like it had done all her life, covered.

Giselle had learned a long time ago that, that was one of the golden rules of living in the Dark One's house if only just for three days a week, throughout the years.

The next few days Giselle knew would be filled with taking books from the library back home, fetching straw and reading to her father, having dinner and talking about his many adventures. To some it wasn't enough. To her it was. It was like all the other weekends in fact and Giselle was happy in her sleep, comfortable and safe and in her own strange way loved.

Her last thought before her eyes fluttered closed was that she probably had a better life than the one her biological parents would have picked out for her. It was funny...how that thought often occurred to her whenever she was in the Castle, food and wine and books making her drowsy.

And she fell asleep in the castle that was like a second home to her while her father was spinning at the wheel below.

Storybrooke

For a few more days everything was normal. The entire week afterwards Scarlett dedicated her time to a brutal English Language Essay dedicated to the changing of the language over Medieval and Modern times.

Scarlett personally thought that her English teacher might have a personal vendetta against the entire class to schedule such an essay for four thousand words in a week.

She was on her fourth tea in so many hours, had slumped into another pair of black leggings, and a two toned blue jumper when her Dad came home. Scarlett was halfway through proving a translation deep in thought when the door slammed.

"Hi" she said not looking up when the door opened or when her father took of his coat and kicked off his shoes and socks like he always did. It was a mark of informality that he only allowed Scarlett to see and she always had to hide her smile whenever she pretended that she didn't see it.

"Tea in the pot" he said wearily and Scarlett nodded. "I am two hundred words of the end of this blasted thing and then I am going to open a bottle of wine regardless of what you think of underage drinking"

Her father paused before standing up and using his cane to limp into the kitchen. Scarlett finished the sentence she was typing and looked up as the glass of red wine placed in front of her.

"Yikes" she said closing the laptop slightly and watching her Dad take a long gulp of his own wine. "What happened?" she took another long look at her father.

Her Dad gave a long and almost melancholy sigh. "I have some bad news sweetheart" he said. "So bad I think I might let you order in greasy food and sit up and drink with me for the night"

Scarlett did sit up straighter this time. she might have been fifteen and her father might be more...liberal...especially when it came to the fact that she spent most of her Saturday's reading in bed rather than partying down the Rabbit Hole but she knew that if he was offering her greasy food, a night off from a particularly nasty essay and a glass of wine to boot then Scarlett was half prepared for the world to come crashing down.

(For one brief moment she would later deny she thought that it might have something to do with her biological mother and father)

"Graham Humbert died today" he said quietly.

Scarlett stared at him sitting back in her chair.

"Shit" she said taking her wine and sipping it. The red wine burned the back of her throat for a second before she swallowed it. Her Dad raised his glass in a mocking kind of gesture.

"What off?" she asked quietly.

"Heart failure" her Dad said with a slight sneer as if he found it a highly doubtable story. Scarlett stared. "He's got to be mid-twenties if he was a day"

Her Dad inclined his head again. "He died" he said thoughtfully. "He died in Emma Swan's arms"

Scarlett stared at him. "They think she had something to do with it?" she said quietly. Her Dad shook his head. "She was shaking like a leaf when I arrived" he said thoughtfully. "And his heart just went out, like someone wrapped their fingers around his heart and crushed it"

"Graphic" Scarlett said shaking her head.

Her Dad nodded again.

"Interesting" he said quietly. "How everything seems to change in this quiet town when she arrives isn't it?"

"Like magic" Scarlett said standing up and stretching out her shoulders.

"You want me to get the pizza take out menu?" her Dad nodded his eyes fixed on the walls obviously thinking hard about whatever had happened tonight when the bright, attractive, charismatic Sherriff had died suddenly.

It wasn't until she was in the kitchen that Scarlett realised that yes, things had changed in this small quaint town the moment Emma Swan had appeared in her yellow car, dressed in red leather and setting her son's already over active imagination on fire with talk of curses and Evil Queen's.

Next Chapter-Scarlett and Emma Swan bond over their similarities, Mary Margaret Blanchard is having an affair and Scarlett is still suffering flashbacks, meanwhile in the Enchanted Forest a devastating loss sends Giselle on a new path that neither she or Rumple saw coming.

Let me know what you think, next chapter will come soon