There's a Strange Magic In Storybrooke:
How To Find A Goblin
"I confirm knowing Sugar Plum. But she isn't in Storybrooke."
The heroes had arrived at the convent about ten minutes ago. Marianne instantly felt comfortable when she interacted with other fairies. Mother Superior, the Blue Fairy herself, was the first to bow in front of the amnesic fairy. Turns out that it was rare for fairies in the Enchanted Forest to meet royalty within their species.
"How exactly do you know the Sugar Plum Fairy?" Regina asked as Mother Superior led them to a room in the convent where she had Marianne sit down and have a cup of tea. To answer Regina's question, Mother Superior showed the group a tapestry that was hanging on a wall: fairies floating within circles that were connected by what appeared to be branches of a tree floating in space.
"Fairies are native to several realms," she explained. "Most of them are assigned a specific task by the fairy deities Titania and Oberon. While me and the rest of the fairies in the Enchanted Forest were task to bring kindness to mortals and be like their spiritual guardians, the Sugar Plum Fairy was tasked to teach the moral of true love. And to further her task, she created her infamous love potion."
"Rosetta said that there can be exceptions in magic," Emma said. "Is that true?"
"Indeed," Mother Superior said quietly. "There are only a few individuals throughout the universe who are granted the ability to break the rules of magic…for a good reason. Death gods like Anubis do have the ability to bring back the dead. Seers and divine figures like Father Time can travel throughout time to ensure that things go as the Fates decreed. And few individuals like Sugar Plum can make love potions in order to teach lessons about love."
"But the love potion was like an apple of discord in my world!" Marianne protested. "Do you have any idea of what happened while Roland was trying to spray me with a love potion?"
"Not to mention that the use of the love potion made the Bog King want to annihilate love in the Fae Realm," Rosetta said.
"I know." Mother Superior nodded. "He imprisoned Sugar Plum for years, destroyed nearly every single primrose in the Fae Realm, and held Queen Marianne's sister for ransom in exchange for Sugar Plum's last potion."
"I hate to break the mood," Lily said, "but how is talking about a love-potion making fairy going to help us get Marianne's memories."
"I can work on a memory potion, but it will take me about more than an hour to prepare. The nuns will provide Queen Marianne with a room until the whereabouts of her husband and son are found."
Emma's phone rang in her pocket. She answered the call. Her face was darkening as she finished the call.
"Looks like where going to have to find the Bog King and Marius later," she said. "David said there's been a car crash uptown."
Time skip
Fidget self-complimented himself as he walked inside the main office of the sheriff's station. He really had learned his lessons with Cora very well. All he had to do was throw two apples painted in gold at two cars, which were driving uptown, and create an accident that would prompt the two sheriffs to report to the 'crime scene', leaving the station empty.
He didn't have to look through all the cabinets very much. After lots of spying and blackmail, he got the information of the whereabouts of the Storybrooke Records during the two Dark Curses. They were locked inside a drawer underneath Emma Swan's drawer.
This is too easy. Like old days, Fidget thought as he pulled out two small, thin pieces of wire out of his pockets. He used them to break open the tumblers within the key hold; a metallic noise was heard as the Batrishan pulled the drawer open and pulled out the two thick book of records, one for each Dark Curse.
He flipped each book open at the index. He saw that every citizen in Storybrooke was classified in four different categories: their identities back in their homelands, their identities here, their species, and their homeland. Since the Bog King was a goblin, he searched in the 'species' category. He grinned when he saw that the only goblin in Storybrooke was…the Bog King.
"Let's see, his profile page is on page 124," Fidget muttered as he looked at the page 124 from each book and found the same results:
Storybrooke Identity: Matt Forest
Original Identity: Bog King Lysander
Species: Goblin
Original Homeland: The Fae Realm
Additional Information: Matt Forest is the owner of Forest's Biking Hangar, Storybrooke's sole garage that sells motorcycles and bikes. The Hangar is located on 123 Primrose Avenue.
A goblin posing as a bike and motorcycle seller? Sure, why not? After all, from the way Fidget was seeing things, this town was full of weird things, like fairies posing as nuns, or the Evil Queen as Mayor, Little Red Riding Hood's Granny running a diner, and an Egyptian god of funerals owning a jewelry shop. The Bog King owning a hangar full of motorcycles and bikes didn't really make Fidget's eyebrows arch.
He snapped his fingers and a piece of paper appeared along with a blue pen. Fidget quickly wrote down the name and address of his target. Once that was done, he put the paper in his shirt's pocket.
But the Batrishan wasn't done. He was highly aware that his enemies would also try to look for the Bog King. Using an erasing spell, he wiped away anything related to Matt Forest in the books before putting them back in the drawer and locking it.
"Well, that's done." Fidget clasped his hands together as he got up and prepared to leave…without forgetting to cast a mist spell on the security camera. "Now I think I'm going to go shopping for a motorcycle."