Chapter 4 Trying to start over.
Alan and the genie of the lamp he stole appear on a small field in a poof of smoke. Alan takes in his surroundings and realises in his new home it's morning. Looking around Alan sees a clear blue sky with the sun shining and in the distance, Alan sees hundreds of building each in various styles some resembling building that was built in Roman/Ancient Greek times, others buildings that resemble London in Victorian times along with 1920s London.
"Thank you, genie," Alan said.
"Your wish is my command." The genie simply replied.
"Where are we?" Alan asked.
"We're in the Land of Untold Stories, master," The genie answered.
"I've blocked my family for now. But soon they will break through the magic scrambler I stole. I just need one more wish." Alan says.
"Wish away master," The genie spoke.
"I wish that my family no matter how hard they try will not and cannot find me until I am ready to see them again." Alan wished. The genie nodded her head before granting the wish.
"Now what is your final wish?" The genie asks.
"First what is your name?" Alan replied hoping she would answer.
"Lorelai, master my name is Lorelai," Lorelai tells Alan.
"Lorelai, if you allow me, I want to free you from this lamp," Alan said. Lorelai stares at Alan for a moment studying him to see if he is just playing her.
"How do I know if you're being sincere?" Lorelai questioned.
"Just answer me, yes or no," Alan spoke slightly annoyed at the genie's mistrust.
"Yes." Lorelai snapped.
"Very well Lorelai, my final wish is that you are free from this lamp and given a second chance at life where ever you want." Alan wishes. A smile on Lorelai's face grows before she clicks her fingers and grants the final wish. The lamp in Alan's hand disappears in a poof of smoke and the silver bands on Lorelai's hands vanish.
"Thank you, thank you," Lorelai said as she hugged Alan tightly.
"No, problem and you can call me, Alan," Alan told Lorelai. Lorelai pulls away before speaking.
"I've served many masters and they all refused me freedom. Why didn't you?" Lorelai asks.
"No, one should be forced to live a life they don't belong or want to live. And I couldn't forgive myself if I didn't set you free since you brought me to a place where I can start over." Alan explained.
"What are your plans to do here?" Lorelai questions.
"To start over. Maybe I can get a job find my own home big or small and live the life I've always wanted to live." Alan answers.
"That sounds nice," Lorelai replies.
"And you," Alan said.
"I'm not sure I haven't been free for so long," Lorelai tells Alan.
"Why don't we stick together and try and figure things out," Alan suggested. Lorelai smiles before replying.
"I-I like that," Lorelai says.
A few days have passed since Alan and Lorelai have decided to stick together and try and figure out how they could try and start over in the Land of Untold Stories. The past few days haven't been easy homeless and only having each other to rely on. While Lorelai sleeps mostly in the day and Alan watches over her. Then on the night, Lorelai watches over him. Then in evening, the two had to rummage for food and water. Today is Saturday in the Land of Untold Stories and the two new friends are searching for new clothes over at 1920s London neighbourhood part of the Land of Untold Stories. On the streets of 1920s London neighbourhood, Alan and Lorelai are still wearing the same clothes they were wearing. When they arrived at the Land of the Untold Stories. Lorelai and Alan's clothes are covered in dirt and muck.
"We really need to find some new clothes and fast to blend in," Alan commented.
"We would have by now. But you can never commit to one outfit." Lorelai replied. Lorelai sees a smile on Alan's face.
"Well, when you've been wearing jeans and converse trainers committing to an outfit this realm proves to be a lot harder," Alan said. Alan is happy that Lorelai has chose to stay here with him.
"Oh, how awful whatever can I do." Lorelai sarcastically replies.
"Why not conjure us some nice clothes," Alan suggested.
"Oh, so what am I now your personal little sorceress," Lorelai answered.
"You're the one with magic I'm just the lost boy who stole a lamp and made a wish," Alan spoke.
"But you made a magic scrambler to keep your family away from you until you made the second wish," Lorelai says.
"No, I stole the magic scrambler. I was never lucky enough to be taught magic." Alan tells Lorelai.
"You stole my lamp and a magic scrambler. Wow didn't anybody tell you stealing things that don't belong to you is wrong?" Lorelai asks.
"Yes, but I was never really a good listener." Alan shot back earning a laugh from Lorelai.
"I've had enough of looking for the potential clothes for us steal," Lorelai replied before making a gesture causing the two of them to become devoured by pink smoke. The smoke quickly comes and goes leaving Lorelai wearing white trousers, a white blouse and heels to match. While Alan is now wearing grey trousers and a white shirt with brown boots.
After shorting out their clothes Lorelai and Alan decided their next main priority is to find a place to stay. This should be easy right wrong most of the houses were already filled with residents. They eventually found an old bar belonging to a woman in her 30s called Gretel not the Gretel from the Enchanted Forest who was cursed into Storybrooke. This Gretel was born in the Wish Realm. When they entered the bar and at a small booth the two counted the coins they either picked up from the streets. Only having just enough money for one drink. Alan walks up to bar and buys a drink with the drink he returns to the small booth and hands the drink to Lorelai. Lorelai smiles before taking a sip of water.
"Thank you, Alan, I think we can share this drink three mouthfuls each," Lorelai said.
"Ok, Lorelai how did you even end up in the lamp?" Alan asked and he sees Lorelai frown and smile fade that made him regret asking.
"My father, he cursed me to be a genie." Lorelai answers.
"I guess I'm not the only one with father issues," Alan replied as he takes the metal cup from Lorelai and takes a sip of water.
"I'm starting to think that we were meant to meet," Lorelai says.
"So, it was my destiny to steal your lamp," Alan spoke.
"Maybe." Lorelai replied.
"I'm glad I stole the lamp not just to get away from Storybrooke. I'm glad I got the chance to meet you." Alan confessed.
"We really need shelter. A place to stay tonight." Lorelai commented. The owner of the bar overhears Lorelai's comment. The owner Gretel who has short red hair and green eyes wearing a brown dress walks over to the booth were the two teens are sat.
"I'm closing for a while. If you need a place to stay I have two spare rooms." The owner offered.
"Why would you offer us rooms?" Alan asks.
"Because you need room and I need help around the bar." The owner explained.
"What do you say Alan ready to pull some pints?" Lorelai asked.
"I think so, Lorelai thank you miss," Alan said.
"Gretel call me, Gretel dears," Gretel tells the teens.
"Okay, when do we start?" Lorelai questions.
"Nine o'clock every morning we don't just serve drinks I also prepare meals. But I expect you both to be up at seven and ready to prepare at quarter to eight." Gretel warns.
"Okay by me," Lorelai replied.
"Me too," Alan tells Gretel.
"Great," Gretel says.
End of chapter 4.