Robin Mills
The cave wall is as cold as it usually was. Every time I brush my fingertips along the cold, dark walls, it's always the same, it never changes and it hasn't in the last seventeen years.
Seventeen years ago, Fiona, as I like to call her to piss her off, took a little trip to a town called Storybrooke to get revenge on her own son. Fiona, mostly known as The Black Fairy, thought that it would be an amazing idea to kidnap me and two other babies out of their cribs while we were asleep.
The two other babies she kidnapped were Neal Charming and Gideon Gold, Gideon being her own grandson. He's her favorite just because of that.
I'm her second favorite, as I have found out that it's better to follow her rules than break them, which could cause me or my friends to get hurt, and I didn't want that.
Gideon, Neal, and I haven't seen each other in a year, or at least, I haven't seen them in a year. Fiona had taken Neal down to the mines awhile back, and when she sends you down there, you rarely come back. Since Gideon is her favorite, he gets special privileges, plus, Fiona doesn't like boys coming in the girl's dungeons.
I've made it my mission to reunite us, and escape this place, no matter how long it takes.
My thoughts quickly get interrupted when I hear the door that leads to our dudgeons open. I quickly stand up, assuming it was Fiona commanding me to do something.
I'm correct, it is her.
Fiona unlocked the door with a flick of her wrist. Okay, show off.
Fiona is the only person here who still has access to her magic. She took away magic from anybody who had it and locked it away somewhere. I was born with magic that I've never been able to use or practice.
"Robin, I need you for something," Fiona said and motioned for me to follow her.
I haven't left my cell in three days, I don't know if I'm happy to be out, or scared.
The cave walls still looked the same as they always did as Fiona led me up a passage of stairs. These stairs led to her castle.
Her castle was far worse than the cave.
Only select few people ever get to go up to her castle, I've only been up here a few times.
When everyone here was younger, the older kids would always tell us stories about it, about how it was haunted and if you ever go up there you'll get killed.
I can say it's not haunted, but I never even dared to venture up here on my own, so I don't know about the killing part.
Fiona led me to her artifact room as my eyes wandered around. The walls of the castle were grey, in fact, mostly everything was grey.
The artifact room is smaller than I remembered, but probably because it's been filled with more junk.
"I need you to dust and organize everything. I can barely walk in here." Fiona commanded and I nodded.
"Gideon will be up here to help you too, I sent him down to the mines." She added and I held back the biggest smile.
"And I better not see any canoodling from you two."
I roll my eyes. "I would never canoodle with Gideon."
I could tell Fiona made a face from behind my back. "Well, get to it. And don't open the cabinet."
"I don't want to see all your poison apples anyway." I huffed and grabbed the feathered duster that was laying around.
I probably had worked on the room for a solid hour before Gideon showed up.
I heard the door creek open and immediately looked up.
"Well, well, well." I heard Gideon's voice say.
He doesn't look as different as he did from a year ago, just lighter hair. "It's the wicked witch's daughter, should I be scared?" Gideon asked, shooting me a goofy grin and I smiled at him.
"Shut up," I say, and throw my arms around him.
Gideon has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. Of course, I'm close with Neal too, but Gideon and I have always gotten along better.
"I missed you," Gideon says.
"You smell bad."
"I've been in the mines, what did you expect?" He chuckles.
I did as well before pulling out of the hug. "Did you see Neal while you were down there?" I ask, raising my eyebrow in the process.
"For a second, yeah. But we had a fight a few weeks ago and he isn't talking to me." Gideon sighs, running a hand threw his hair before starting to slide a pile of books on the bookshelf.
"Oh," I say simply. "What about?"
"Stupid crap."
I nod, glancing over at the cabinet Fiona told me specifically not to touch.
Obviously I'm going to try to open it anyways.
I walk towards the corner that the cabinet sat at. "What are you doing?" I heard Gideon ask. "Checking out something."
I hear his footsteps behind me. "Robin, you know Fiona doesn't want us to open that."
"Chill out, there can't be anything that bad in here, besides, I probably can't open it."
I kneel down in front of the cabinet, seeing it was locked with a lock.
"Do you think you can find the key?" I requested, looking up at Gideon.
"If it's even in here, yeah," Gideon mumbles and starts looking around, looking mostly inside of books and shelves.
"Are you okay? You seem.. off." I tell him and he sighed a little.
"I saw Roderick today."
My eyes widen and jaw drop.
Roderick was Gideon's childhood crush and best friend. I never was close with him but I would hear Gideon talk about him a lot.
I only could remember how Fiona had taken Roderick from Gideon. It broke Gideon's heart at the time, and we all thought he was dead.
"He's alive?" I ask quietly.
"Yeah, I didn't even recognize him. Here." Gideon hands me a key that he had found from inside a small chest. "See if that works."
I take it from him, seeing as he did not want to talk about it.
I grab the lock with my left hand and place the key in the key slot with my right. It fit, so I turned it, hearing a click.
I take the lock off and open the cabinet, instantly seeing a ton of different lockets, all having labels under them.
I lean in closer and squint to read them, feeling Gideon lay his chin on my shoulder to read too. "Maria... Diego... Gideon.." My face shot up immediately. ".. Robin."
As soon as I read my name I was grabbing the locket. I examined it in my hands, trying to figure out what it could be.
"Well, are you gonna open it?" Gideon suggested.
I slowly open the locket, a green orb appearing, which caused me to close it quickly.
I recognize it somehow, I try to think of what it could be before it hit me.
I know exactly what it is.
"Gideon, I think I just found our ticket out of here."
