Chapter NINE: Guns Don't Work

Later, Mulan was helping Emma and Mary Margaret to choose some weapons to use on the journey. "Choose wisely. We must be vigilant if we hope to survive the journey," Mulan said.

"Where's my gun? I want it back," Emma said.

"Is it magic?"

"Depends on who's pulling the trigger."

"Follow my lead, step where I step, do exactly as I say, and we might survive."

"Thanks for the pep talk, but I think we're okay. I just killed a dragon last week."

"Have you ever seen an ogre?"

"Pretty sure I've dated a few."

"Legend has it that when they kill you, the last thing you see is yourself dying in the reflection in their eyes. Let's walk. It'll be dark soon."

"Don't let her rattle you. I won't let anything happen to us. Stick to the plan," Mary Margaret said.

"What is the plan? You haven't told me anything. What's going on?" Emma asked.

"The wardrobe."

"Wardrobe? The wardrobe? Like, the wardrobe that sent little baby me to Maine?"

"Mm-hmm."

"You think it could get us back to Storybrooke?"

"I don't know. First we have to see if it survived the curse, then we'll worry about making it work."

"Where is it?"

"My place. You wanna see where you're from, Emma? That's right. We're going home."

After a long trek, the gang found a clearing in the Enchanted Forest. "This will do. We'll make camp here for the night. We just need to find water, collect some firewood," Mulan said.

"Uh, if we're hiding from ogres, shouldn't we maybe, I don't know, not start a fire?" Emma asked.

Don't worry, the Professor's Eldunarí said. Ogres are like bats. They use sound to navigate their way around.

"Right. Because that's something everyone would know about ogres," Emma said.

"Look... I know you're out of your element..." Mary MargAretha said, trying to comfort her daughter.

"I'm fine."

"I know, but maybe you should just stay here while we get wood and water, guard the campsite with the Professor."

"You mean the big, empty clearing?"

"It's the safest place. We'll be right back."


A few minutes later, while Mary Margaret was out collecting firewood, she was confronted by Aurora. "Don't move. Phillip's gone because of you," she said, rather sternly.

"You listen to me, princess! You think I don't know what it's like to be separated from the people that I love? What happened to Phillip was not our fault. So I suggest you find another way to channel your anger," Mary Margaret said back.

Mulan stepped in. "Don't talk to her like that."

"She tried to kill me."

"I will deal with her," Mulan said, when a gunshot was heard, making everyone jump.

Emma, that wasn't a gun, was it? The Professor asked.

"Yeah..." Emma said, "...Just to protect my friend. Why?"

Well, that was awfully loud. And ogres hunt by sound...

"So are you saying I could have attracted-" Emma started to say, but was cut off by Mary Margaret, who sas the faint outline of an ogre, that was coming closer.

"RUUUNNN !" Mary Margaret said.

"Aurora. This way. Come on!" Mulan said, leading Aurora up a hill.

"Split up!"

"Come on!"

"Over there," Mary Margaret said, directing Emma to whereMulann and Aurora went.

As Emma rushed to get away from it, she tripped over a log branch. The ogre approached her and she tried to shoot at it, but the ogre just crushed her gun. "Seriously?" she asked.

Take cover, the Professor said, releasing some golden energy, making the ogre step back.

Mary Margaret took this chance to load an arrow and aimed it at the ogre. "Back away from my daughter!" She said, then she shot the arrow, killing the ogre. "You have to shoot them in the eye," Mary Margaret said, when she got near Emma.

"When was the last time you shot an arrow?" Emma asked.

"28 years ago. Guess it's like riding a bike."

"Yeah, but how did you know you could hit that?"

"I didn't. Next time, listen to me. That kind of thing isn't gonna work here."

"Yeah."

"We should get going."