TemperanceTales: I do not own Once Upon a Time in anyway shape or form and I give full credit to the creators. I don't own any fairytales not done in the show either and give credit to respectful owners. I give credit to Bizzarieve for all the help. I'm sorry this took me so long I've been extremely busy with life.

Chapter Twenty Seven: Appearance

"What the hell?"

August winced, closing the door to the room. Baelfire stood there rigidly, his dark eyes stormy looking. It was night, and the bedroom looked somewhat clean. Turning to look at Baelfire, August suddenly felt really nervous. While he knew his friend wasn't one to resort to violence first, August also knew Baelfire could have a really short fuse. And if he was correct with his thinking about the upcoming topic of conversation, Baelfire's fuse was going to be really short. August didn't let his discomfort show as he asked, "What's up?"

"You should know very well what's up," Baelfire said, advancing with a bit of a menacing air, "I met the Mage of Wonderland on my way here. You failed to mention that she was a child!"

"I tried to tell you. And why does it matter?" August said, feeling dumb for asking it, "What difference does it make that she's a child?"

"Because I have to shock her with my Anti-magic to make sure she wasn't an enemy," Baelfire snapped, "Do you realize how much that hurts for a child? The poor kid looked like she was about to cry!"

"I know, I'm sorry," August said, as Baelfire ran a hand through his hair. Exhaling Baelfire walked over to a chair, throwing his jacket on top of it. August watched him and asked, "So is she an enemy?"

"Of course not!" Baelfire snapped, "But I can't say she won't be wary of me now."

"Well I had to ask," August said, "She's really close with your dad, and his had some shady allies in the past…"

"Don't remind me," Baelfire said sitting down on the chair. Staring out the window, Baelfire tried to calm his raging temper. August then sighed and leaned against the desk. He glanced towards a picture he had out on the window sill of Baelfire holding Lisie. August smiled weakly as Baelfire suddenly said, "She has the same blue eyes."

"What?" August said and Baelfire said with a heavy sigh, "Autumn, she has the same blue eyes… in fact she resembles what she-"

"Bae, don't start that," August said, his voice sounding pained, "Lisie is dead; the Mages told us themselves that she died."

"I know," Baelfire's voice constricted, "Don't need to remind me, it's just an observation."

"I know," August said, understanding a bit of the nostalgia, "I had the same one… but she's not her."

Baelfire sighed, staring out the window again. He noticed someone walking down the street. Well two someone's actually. A boy he had never seen before and Autumn, looking quite upset. He looked like he was helping her and Baelfire grimaced. Baelfire watched them disappear and said, "She has a lot of magic inside her… such a pity."

"Not all magic is a curse, Bae," August said and Baelfire said, "I know that, but for a child to have all that magic is."

"The people of Wonderland would beg to disagree," August said, shoving his hands in his pockets. Baelfire shook his head and said, "They are a bunch of crazies. Psycho's."

"To us," August said, "its normal behavior in that world."

"Something I will never understand," Baelfire said, exhaling. August then said, "So what are you going to do now? It's only a matter of time before the Mage's know you're here."

"Oh I want them to know I'm here," Baelfire said, seriously, "And believe me; there is quite the plan in store for Storybrooke. Are you prepared to raise a little mischief with me?"

August scoffed and shook his head saying, "Since when did I get an option with you?"

"Never, I just like to pretend that I give you one," Baelfire said, smirking. He stood up, walking over to his bag. Pulling out a book, Baelfire roamed through it saying, "I've waited too long to deal with Morgana and certain other Mages. I am certainly not going to pass up a chance to get even with them."

"I'm expecting your evil laugh in about a minute," August muttered, knowing that this wasn't going to end well.

"Oh believe me," Baelfire smirk turned to a grin, "Evil is not going to cover what I have in store."


"And just when was anyone going to tell me this?!"

Emma winced as Gold stared at her fuming. Belle stood off to the side, looking rather shocked. Sighing, Emma said, "I was going to tell you soon. In my defense, I only found out about her father being your son a week ago. The kid and I just found out tonight that he was even alive."

Gold gritted his teeth, walking away. Emma looked at him nervously and said, "Look, I know it's a lot to take in, but can you really blame her for not telling you?"

"Of course not!" Gold said, his voice harsh, "But I would have expected you to say something a week ago, not now!"

Grasping his cane, he turned and looked at her sharply. He could not believe this, but at the same time it all made sense. It explained so much as to why she wouldn't tell him the secret. He had never imagined this when finding his son. But it was only natural that he would have a life of his own, possibly a family. Never once in a million years however did he picture this happening; he never thought that his son's daughter would be the one to find him. Guilt, anger, confusion, and alarm took over; he had hoped Autumn went home like he asked her to. The poor child looked to almost be in hysterics. Now he knew, now he knew… Gold exhaled and Emma actually looked pitiful, not angry at his blaming. Emma said, "He was meeting someone at Granny's Inn. Despite his odd behavior upon seeing Autumn, he seems like a pretty decent fellow."

"Of course he would be," Gold said, a mixture of emotions creeping into his voice. Emma winced, guilt welding up more inside her. She did really feel bad, even if Gold wasn't always so nice. She didn't know why, but the more she got to know about him the more she felt for him. It was never fair to get dealt pretty nasty cards, and then to have a situation beyond control. Belle walked over to him, gently grasping his arm. He looked over at her, the look in his razor-sharp brown eyes softening. He then sighed and Emma said, "I can arrange a meeting with him for you if you'd like."

"And tell him what? That his daughter is here in Storybrooke after being in the pitiless foster system for years?" Gold said, and Emma said, "Start with the basics first. Talk about what you had wanted to talk about to begin with. Then find out what's the family situation first."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gold said, not liking what that implied. Emma sighed and said, "Look, I'll be square with you. Her being tossed around in the foster system like she had been was sketch ball enough. But now the whole reason she had been told she was put in said foster system to begin with turns out to be a big fat lie. A mistake like that can't be coincidental."

"Are you implying he abandoned her?" Gold asked, incredulously. Emma didn't take offense to the dark look in his eyes as she said, "I'm saying that no one has any idea about what's going on and that before we hurt anyone else here, we should try and sort out what's going on."

Emma looked at him with begging eyes saying, "Autumn has been hurt enough."

Gold gripped his cane, an air of defeat around him. Belle didn't say anything, but watched him with a concerned look. Emma watched him give a slight nodding of the head, giving her the affirmative. Emma then sat back in her chair, running her hands through her hair. Gold then said, after a period of silence, "Alison, her name is Alison…"

Straightening up, Gold said, "I'll be heading home; come Belle."

Belle followed him out, Emma watching them leave with an unreadable expression. Gold's was even more so, causing Belle more uneasiness. Belle didn't know what to say to ease his mind; this obviously had been a huge blow to him. To her, it was just confusing. However, she thought it shouldn't have been so surprising to them. Autumn treated him like family. She obviously cared enough about him to be so conscious of his feelings. Getting into the car, Belle looked over at Gold as he entered the car. He didn't say anything as he turned the key in the ignition. The tension was rising however, and Belle couldn't help but say something.

"She loves you."

"I know," Gold said, his voice rough. His grip tightened on the steering wheel as he drove home. Belle bit her lip, falling silent for the rest of the car ride. He pulled into his driveway and stopped the car. He took the keys out of the ignition before saying, "Please go preoccupy yourself. I'll need to talk to Alison alone."

"Rumple," Belle started before Gold got out of the car. She watched him walk towards the door with a heavy heart. Getting out of the car, Belle followed him into the house. As she locked the door, Belle heard him go up the stairs. Sighing, Belle walked into his study in hopes to find something to do until he was done.

Gold was in absolute dread. He had no idea how to even go about this. He was so angry and hurt and yet a part of him just could not take out on her. All of her lost expressions, her constant evasions in talking about his son and her father in detail… he should have known. He should have guessed.

She should have told him.

"Can you really blame her?" the little voice in the back of his mind taunted. Gold made a face, pausing a bit on the stairwell. Could he blame her? Autumn had seen him at some of his worst moments and she had stories of even worse ones. No he couldn't blame her for being frightened to tell him. It was that thought that made him feel so much worse. That thought made him move up towards her bedroom.

Whether she knew it or not, Gold could start feeling Autumn's out of control emotions flow through her magic. It was alarming, how close her emotions were tied into her magic. Especially considering the attack from the mysterious enemy should have left her powerless for a while. He would have to try sorting this out later. Finally reaching her bedroom door, Gold knocked on the door. There was no answer, but he knew she was in there. He could feel it, the chaotic presence in the other room. Opening the door, Gold walked in saying, "Dearest, I'm coming in."

She was in the bed, face buried into the pillow. She was in pj's, consisting of an oversized long sleeved shirt and sweatpants. There was a lamp on, illuminating the room gently. Henry was sitting there on the bed with her, stroking her hair. He looked up at Gold nervously, almost apologetically. The boy had known, that much was clear. And yet, surprisingly, he wasn't mad at the boy either.

Just how soft was he getting in his old age?

"Henry," Gold said with forced amounts of control, "Please head home."

Henry hesitated, looking down at his friend on the bed before looking back towards Gold. Gold twisted his cane as he said, "Please, Henry, go home."

Henry reluctantly slide of the bed, giving his friend a gently squeeze to her shoulder. He passed by Gold, only to be stopped by him. Henry swallowed, looking up at Gold nervously. Patting Henry's shoulder, Gold said, "Thank you for bringing her home."

That seemed to reassure Henry enough to smile weakly at him and murmur a welcome. He left them alone in the room, the atmosphere still tense between the two. Closing the door, Gold walked over to the bed. Abandoning the cane, he climbed on top of the bed. He sat by her, gently pushing back her hair. She let out an unconscious shiver and he frowned. He then said, "Looking at me. Alison, I need you to sit up and look at me."

Alison looked up at him, allowing him to see her face. Her nose was pink from crying and was slightly biting her lower lip. But what really got him was the very tear filled eyes. She sat up slowly, sniffing as she retried to regain composure. Gold wasn't having it. He wanted ever tear, every scream, every little bit of honesty he knew every foster family tried to snuff out of her.

Stroking her wet cheeks dry first, he pulled her into a crushing hug. She froze; froze in such a way that made him want to cry. Rubbing her back, he kissed the top of her head. He finally spoke with some hesitation, "I know now, Alison. Emma told me everything."

A very violent tremble shot through her body and Gold felt it. Her tension never faded, even with his attempt to show her that he hadn't stopped caring. Grief shot through him and he said, "Alison, please talk to me."

"I'm sorry," she finally said, her voice coming out in broken sobs, "I didn't know he was alive. I don't understand…"

"I know," Gold said, firmly, "I believe you."

Autumn swallowed, pulling away so she could see his face. He was sincere. He was being sincere and it made hot tears fall while bringing out a sob from her mouth. Gold stroked her hair out of her face as he watched her with a calm expression.

"I believe you," Gold said, "And while I feel I already know why, I need to hear the words from your mouth. Why didn't you tell me?"

"He was dead!" Autumn her voice was incredulous and hurt, "He was dead and you were still looking for him! It's why you did all of this…"

Autumn looked around her bedroom, rubbing her arms as she whispered, "It would have changed everything."

"Would it have really?" Gold asked, his voice pointed. She wasn't looking him in the eyes and it was bothering him. Cupping her cheeks, Gold made her look towards him as he asked, "Do you really think that I would love you any less? That I would throw you back to that sad excuse of a foster system while I wallowed in misery?!"

"No...I-I don't know," Autumn said, her eyes quite not meeting his. Gold frowned, knowing that there was something she was still not saying.

I just want to be loved for me and me alone.

Gold felt the jolt of realization as he said out loud, "You thought I was only going to care because you were his daughter."

The tremor that ran through her confirmed his answer. Gold wiped the fresh tears away as he grimaced a little bit. The truth hurt, but the truth remained. Pulling her back into a hug, Gold said, "Dearest, none of this is your fault. I begrudge you for nothing that has happened, believe me. But I need you to understand that from now on there can't be anymore secrets between us. It's becoming much too costly to you, Alison."

Autumn peered up at him, his face not far from her. Her lip trembled as he leaned in. He kissed her forehead, before allowing her to break way bit. She was staring up at him with confused eyes, stating, "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why me?" Autumn said, her voice quivering with many conflicting emotions, "With anyone else, you would have let hell loose on them. Why are you so different with me?"

"Because your circumstances were completely different," Gold said firmly, gripping her arms tightly but not hurtful, "Most people do such things out of spite and revenge; that's what I will not stand for. You were stuck in a position that children should never be stuck with. You did what you did out of fear; fear of my grief and anger, fear of letting go of the man you held so dear to your heart. You've given up so much, the last thing you wanted to do was give up the last thing you had left."

Autumn was staring at him with wide eyes, looking very vulnerable. He stared down at her, gently tilting her chin. Gold then said softly, "I love you, regardless of parentage. You said you wanted someone to love you for you and you alone; that's exactly what you're getting dearie."

Autumn swallowed, tears creeping down her chin. He stroked them away, his face looking slightly tired. She then said, "For a man who avoids dealing with his own emotions, you read people rather well."

He chuckled and said, "Practice dearie. Now calm yourself; you're here with me, regardless of what those Mages say. You are mine, my family, and I will ensure your happiness."

"Words are pretty," Autumn said, her voice sounding rather defeated, "But they are just words…"

"That will be actions very soon," Gold said. Readjusting himself, Gold leaned against the backboard and stretched his legs across her bed. Autumn waited a moment before following him. Autumn leaned against him, staring out her dark window. He was now rubbing her back, his other arm resting around her. It was comforting, even if she still felt like her world just got turned upside. Autumn sniffled and said, "He didn't even recognize me…"

"You've been out of his life for years," Gold said, looking down at her, "Who knows what he's thinking, Alison. It's wouldn't be surprising if he thought you were dead."

Autumn winced and she moved off of him much to her dismay. She need sleep, her head was violently hurting as was everything else. She should have been glad that he wasn't furious but she was too hurt to register anything properly. It felt like someone had ripped her heart out. So many unanswered questions, but it wasn't like they were getting solved tonight. Gold pulled back the sheets, allowing her to crawl under. He then leaned over kissing her cheek and whispered goodnight. He went to get up and a sudden terror came over her. Grabbing his arm, she said, "Don't!"

Gold looked at her in surprise as she looked at him fearfully. Autumn stared at him with a pleading look and said, "Please don't leave."

"Alison," Gold started and Alison begged, "Please…just until I sleep?"

Gold hesitated before lying down next to her again. She snuggled under the covers, her body aching with pain much more than physical. Stroking her hair, Gold watched her staring up at him. For now, he would let her have this comfort. As much as he wanted to protect her, he wasn't a fool. Until this was over, she was going to be struggling with the pain and confusion now flying around.

"I love you," Gold said softly.

Alison swallowed and said, "I love you too."


The woman hummed softly to herself.

The large window was open, showing the town of Storybrook in the distance. Letting out a whistle, the woman smiled when the wind picked up. A boy's echoing laugh filled the air as she said softly, "Bring the good Doctor up to speed, would you?"

"That woman!" Dr. Whale slammed the bottle against the wall of his home. He could not believe this; for twenty eight years he had been in this prison. Twenty eight years he could have spent regaining his brother. His blood was boiling, his anger intense. How would he get revenge? He already ran into people who had no recollection of the other life. Who could he even turn to for help? Gripping the table, he stared at the mirror. Jumping out of his skin, he turned around to see a boy standing there. He had an evil looking grin on his face and he said, "About time you realized I was here."

"Who are you?" Dr. Whale said, "How did you get into my home?!"

"Easy," he jumped up on the table nearby with unreasonable time. Dr. Whale gripped a candle holder, narrowing his eyes. He knew magic when he saw it, as much as he didn't like using it. "I came in through your window…"

"You still haven't explained who you are!? Why are you here!?" Dr. Whale said, now extremely wary. The boy gripped his hand around a knife. Alarm shot through Whale as the boy as his hand began to have lightning shoot around it. This wasn't magic, it was something much different. The boy then said, "My name is Peter, and I will aid you in your anger!"

Whale jumped back, swinging out his arm. But he was much too late.

Blackness over took him in a heartbeat.


Sunlight crept into the room, waking Autumn up. Blinking, Autumn shifted under the thick covers. Her headache was gone, but the sinking feeling in her stomach remained. Sitting up, Autumn looked around to see that Gold was gone. It wasn't surprising; she hadn't expected him to stay. She looked around before clamoring out of bed.

Walking over to the closet, she pulled out clothes from the closet. She had to go, right now before she didn't have another chance. The shock her father had used was definitely Anti Magic, which roused many red flags in Autumn's head. Was it the same as the shield? Was he the one trapping everyone here?

It killed her to say she had no clue.

She dressed, brushed her hair, and snatched her backpack. Pushing the book and some other items in the bag, Autumn zipped it shut and swung it on her back. Hurrying off down the stairs, Autumn quickly escaped out the door.

While she walked, Autumn tried squishing the feeling growing in her stomach. As she pondered on what she was going to do, someone came walking up beside her. Jefferson grabbed her shoulder, staring at her intently as he asked, "What in the hell? Was that-?"

"My father, I know," Autumn said, gritting her teeth, "I don't understand it either."

"Are you sure it's him?"

Autumn narrowed her eyes, staring at him intently. Jefferson gave her a knowing look as he said, "You know better than to judge only by looks. Are you sure?"

"I can't be," Autumn said, swallowing, "But I can't afford to not consider he is."

"Where are you going?"

"I have to check on some things," Autumn said.

"You have school," Jefferson said, "And the other Mages are looking for you."

"They will have to catch me first," Autumn said, looking at Jefferson sternly, "And we know I'm not easy to catch."

"Alison," Jefferson said, catching her by her shoulders and hugging her to him. Giving him a stare of protest, Autumn watched Jefferson said, "Go to school. You supposed to be keeping low anyway."

"I also have a she witch that spouts out Anti-magic and had no hesitation attacking me," Autumn said.

"You also have friends who have been worried sick about you," Jefferson said, "Especially Henry."

"And I'm sure Grace is looking for you," Autumn replied pointedly, staring up at him indignantly.

Jefferson clenched his jaw as Autumn pulled away from him. Tilting her head, Autumn said, "You had me have her remember and you still haven't gone to her. Why?"

"We have more pressing concerns right now."

"Fine," Autumn said, "Go wake up Chesshire. He is at your house sleeping."

Autumn walked away as Jefferson called after her, "Where are you going?"

"I have someone to go see," Autumn said walking away, "Go wake him up."

Autumn walked away, opposite from the school. Instead, she went into a different part of town. The houses were smaller and obviously not as well kept. Autumn kept walking until she reached a house she was well familiar with. A young boy was playing outside, kicking a ball around. Autumn stopped by the fence, watching him for a minute before saying, "Danny!"

"Audumn?" He looked towards him, "Audumn!"

He ran over to her as she jumped the fence. He hugged her legs. Ruffling his hair, Autumn said, "Hi. Is Aunt Dinah here?"

"Yeah," Danny said, "She's in the kitchen with a friend."

"I figured," Autumn sighed, "I'll be back, okay? I'm going to talk to Aunt Dinah."

"Okay!" Danny dashed back to his soccer ball. Autumn walked into the house and towards the kitchen. She found Dinah sitting in the kitchen with a mug of tea, talking to a woman.

"Felicity, or should I say Elisabeth," Autumn said, her voice blunt. Felicity looked towards her, her sharp eyes softening a bit. Dinah looked slightly alarmed, whispering, "Alison-!"

Autumn looked at her sharply as Felicity put a hand on Dinah's.

"It's okay, Dinah," Felicity said, "I might have already outed us…"

"Outed you?" Autumn asked sharply, "What is going on? Who are you? How does Chesshire know you and how-?"

"Kiddo," Felicity said, looking at Autumn sincere, "Please sit. We have a lot to talk about."

Autumn made a face but sat down in a chair. Dinah looked nervous as Felicity said, "As for your first question, I am Elisabeth. But I am not from the city like I told you. Or any city in this world for that matter. I, as well as Dinah, are-."

"Cheshire Cats?" Autumn interrupted.

"Yes," Felicity sighed, "I was sent to this world many moons ago to ensure that you were kept safe."

"By who?"

"Aislinn of course," Felicity sighed, "She was my Companion."

Autumn looked surprised as she said, "Your… Chess's sister?"

"Yes," Dinah said, "And I am his half-sister."

Autumn looked warily at Dinah and asked, "And Lilah…?"

"Was my companion," Dinah sighed deeply.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Autumn said indignantly, "You saw my book. You knew my story and you still said nothing. You let me forget!"

"I was going to," Felicity said, "After we got here and settled, I wanted to tell you who I was. But magic was at play and you kept forgetting things slowly. Despite any of my attempts to get you to remember, you kept slipping away. Then the Darren mess happened and I was more worried about making sure he didn't kill you. Then Gold took you under his wing and I had to run."

Autumn winced at mention of Darren's name but didn't comment any more on it. Felicity looked at Autumn guilty and said, "I am sorry. I didn't mean to keep it secret. I just thought-."

"I wasn't your problem anymore?" Autumn said shortly.

"That you were protected," Felicity said exasperated, "Kid-!"

"Look, as far as we are concerned, you're in the clear," Autumn said, standing up, "When I made this potion, I had made people forget about your prior and that you were cleared of all charges in regards to that incident. I just wanted to make sure you were okay after trying to take on that thing alone."

"I'm fine kid," Felicity said, "Truly."

"Good," Autumn said, "Enjoy your freedom."

Autumn stood up and walked away from the two of them. Dinah went to get up and follow. Felicity stopped her and said, "Don't Dinah. It's fine. She'll come around on her own time."

"But she needs to be protected," Dinah said, "If Mama knew-!"

"She doesn't need my protection anymore," Felicity said, "Not now. She has Emma."


"So Autumn is the Mage of Wonderland?"

Emma nodded, twirling her French fry before she ate it. Granny, Red, the dwarves, Archie, and the Charmings were gathered around the empty diner. Granny had 'closed' the diner for the afternoon so they could talk without interruption. Emma finished chewing as she said, "She is."

"And she is also Alice Little?" Snow asked confused.

"Alison Kinsleigh," Emma corrected, "Don't call her Alice, whatever you do. She doesn't like it."

"Huh," Snow said softly, "I wonder why."

"More importantly, I'm wondering why the Mages said that she was their problem," Charming said, "I mean, why tell us to stay out of it?"

"Maybe she's a villain?" Grumpy commented.

"You hush your mouth," Granny growled, "She's nothing of the sort."

"You can't know that," Grumpy said, "We've all been cursed!"

"I doubt she is a villain," Emma said, "It sounded to me the Mages are very controlling when it comes to what Alison is supposed to do. I mean she is a kid after all."

"Maybe they are just protective of her?" Snow asked tentatively.

"Well they are going to have a fight getting her away from Gold," Charming said.

"I can't imagine him giving her up without a fight," Archie said.

"He wouldn't," Granny said, "He'd roast them all if they tried."

"Which isn't good considering that we are dealing with an unknown enemy and we can need all the help we can get," Charming said, "For now, we should all lay low until we sense out another attack or the Mages come forth with new information."

"Something tells me they are not the forth coming type," Grumpy grumbled.

"Well, Alison is," Emma said, "I'm confident she won't leave me out of the loop. Now if you will excuse me, I have some work to finish before Henry is done with school."

Emma stood up and walked out of the diner promptly. Snow quickly grabbed her coat and followed after her. Charming groaned a bit as Red asked, "Things not the way you were expecting?"

"No, Snow and I have been having a hard time talking to Emma," Charming said, sighing, "Excuse me."

"Emma, wait!"

Emma glanced back to see Snow running after her. Emma looked exasperated as she said, "Mary Margaret, I don't have time for this. I really need to look into something-!"

"What? What could be more important than taking a-about this!" Snow said, her voice raising slightly.

"Alison's father is alive," Emma said, stopping and turning to face Snow, "He waltzed his way into town last night and scared the kid half to death."

"What?!" Snow looked shocked and stricken as she said, "Are you positive? I thought-!"

"He was dead? We both thought that," Emma said, "But he's not."

"Emma," Snow said, her voice unsteady, "Is it possible that this has something to do with the things 'stolen' from the other worlds or who's trapped us here?"

"Potentially," Emma said, "That's what I need to figure out. So I need to get back to the station and start digging for answers."

"Let me help you!" Snow said.

"No, we are supposed to be blending in," Emma said, "It will raise suspicion if the school teacher is helping in the Sheriff's office in the middle of the school day. Please, just let me do this."

Emma walked away in a rush while Snow watched after her sadly. Charming walked up beside her as he said, "Don't push it Snow."

"But she's our daughter," Snow said, heartbroken, "I have been waiting for this moment since we've been put under this curse."

"I know," Charming said, "But we have to accept that Emma is a grown woman now and we need to give her time."

Charming hugged Snow, kissing the top of her head saying, "Everything will be fine. You'll see."


"Chess!" Jefferson hung up his jacket as he shouted up the stairs. There was no answer, which made Jefferson sigh irritated. Walking up the stairs, he growled. He hated getting Chess up, he was such a complainer. Jefferson finally made it to the second floor, staring into the room Chess usually occupied. Much to his surprise, the room was empty. Walking around to other bedrooms, he found that they too were empty. Going into his work room, he ran a hand through his hair saying, "Damn it Chess."

"Papa."

Jefferson froze, not believing his ears. No, it couldn't be. Turning around, Jefferson saw indeed his darling Grace sitting there. She smiled warmly, kicking her legs gently. The look on her face was hopeful, as if she was waiting for him to do something. But he was frozen to the floor, not believe his eyes. Alison told him that Grace was one of the exceptions, but something had made him freeze. He couldn't go to her, he didn't deserve her. She deserved the family that had been with her the past 28 years. But now he had made her aware, the worst curse he could have given her.

Grace stood up, looking at him in the same manner she had been. But this time she spoke up again, "Papa, it's me. Grace."

Jefferson felt his legs leap forward, scooping her up in his arms. He couldn't stop hugging her, squeezing her tight. Tears prickled his eyes, Jefferson rubbed her back. Grace immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on to him just as tight. She smiled even brighter and said, "I knew you'd come find me, but Alison said you might just need a little push."

Jefferson couldn't help but let out a short laugh. Kissing her head, Jefferson closed his eyes. Tears slipped down his cheeks, a feeling of warmth mixing in with his guilt. Grace closed her eyes, feeling relief and happy. She couldn't help but laugh when Jefferson said, "I guess it wasn't Chess I was coming to get."

Autumn closed the telescope, standing on the hill. So they had reunited, Alison couldn't help but sighed. Part of her felt miserable, she knew that it was done. Jefferson was with Grace, where they could go off and live there happily ever after. Jefferson had no longer an obligation or reason to help her; after all the deal was completed. She had known that from the start, but she couldn't help but feel the negative emotion fueling the other negative emotions running through her. Putting the telescope in her bag, Alison zippered it shut. Slinging it over her shoulder, Autumn made her way to the forest. She needed all the help she could get, and nothing was going to stop her from doing what she had to do.

Walking down the slope, Autumn came to a clearing where a door stood. It was an elaborate looking door with sleek wood. There were many carvings, strange to this world but not to Alison. She reached out and one of the carvings was pushed in. There was a whirling sound as locks where undone and Autumn backed away. She watched the door open on its own accord and there was a mist rolling out from it. Inside light blue and white magic swirled like another door, blocking anyone that might be coming from the other side.

The mist swirled up into eight pillars, tall and fierce. The door snapped shut allowing the mist to dissipate. There stood a woman with cat like eyes surrounded by three very like her. One man stood with a top hat with white ears. He wore a white mask over his face and a black suit with a silver broken heart embroidered on it. A hare stood near him with shabby clothes, also wearing a top hat but of old velvet that was worn at the edges with his grey old hare ears. He had a crazed look in his eyes as he jittered his foot against the grounds. Two boys appeared, both with pitch black hair and deep brown eyes. Each were dressed with similar black leather clothes, but one wore red while the other blue.

"Alison!" one of the boys cried out. Both came pouncing upon her, and Alison stood her ground. She hugged them both murmuring, "Miss you too."

The cat woman looked around with her sharp fierce eyes before settling them on Alison. The twin boys let her go as the cat woman smiled saying, "Well, my Kitten, this is the world that you were born in. I must say it's...strange."

"I know," Alison said, walking towards her, "And I promise that we won't be here too long. But there is something quite horrible occurring."

"I know of it," the woman said sharply, but her smile was growing as she watched Alison, "As do the rest of us. Now all we await is your orders."

"That's right!" Alison ducked back as something came racing past her head. She straightened back up with a smirk as she watched the hare bouncing up and down. He was grinning maniacally and Alison walked near him. She then leaned against a tree saying, "Well then, March Hare. I have a special assignment for you. Take whoever you want with you. I want you to give someone a little…scare. I don't want her dead, or severely hurt, just enough to make something clear."

"And who is this woman?" The March Hare cackled, a dangerous look overcoming his face. Alison smiled warmly and said, "She's the Evil Queen Regina, she smells of apple perfume. Believe me you'll know her when you find her. When you've done your job, give her this."

Alison flicked her hands out and a red rose appeared in her hand. It was in full bloom and Hare took it with a careful swipe. He inspected it greedily and Alison scolded, "Give it to her. I'll give you one once you've completed your task."

"Fine!" March Hare said loudly, "I will do as you command. Dee! Dum! Let's go!"

The March Hare hopped off at an alarming speed in the direction of town. The boys raced after him, shouting at him to slow down. The cat woman raised her brows, looking intrigued. Alison then turned to the man in the black attire and said, walking towards him with more upright posture, "Well, my white rabbit, I do have an important task for you. I need you to shadow someone for me. Just until I'm in a position to do a little bit more. He's got dark hair, tall, brown eyes, with a distinct smell of pine. Keep me updated on what he's doing. His name is Baelfire Kinsleigh."

"And what do I get in return, Milady?" his voice was smooth and flawlessly warm. The cat woman had narrowed her eyes at the name Alison had spoken but did not question. None of them usually did and in this moment the Mage was grateful. Alison extended her hand, allowing a rose to form. This one was white though, and Alison said, "For you, my dear white rabbit."

He took it, putting it in his inside jacket pocket. He then also jumped away, much more gracefully. Alison watched after him a moment before turning her attention back to the cat females behind her. The three then rushed forward, getting down on her level, pushing back hair, examining her saying:

"Alison, you've gotten so much taller!"

"Your clothes are so strange-are all clothes like this-?"

"Gods, it was awful-."

"Enough!"

All three froze and looked back at the cat woman. She jerked her head, staring at them all fiercely. All of them scampered, turning into large panther like cats. The woman stared intently at Alison as Alison just stood there. Stretching out her dark tan hand, the woman stared at Alison expectantly. Alison immediately walked towards her, extending her own hand. The woman examined it, tracing the palm lightly. Alison watched her as she said, "So much pain, it was hard to watch young one."

"I'm sorry," Alison murmured and Sofronia said sharply, "You should not be sorry, you should learn from past mistakes and turn them to advantages. I taught you that, did I not?"

"Yes," Alison said, staring up at the Mother Cat. Sofronia seemed satisfied as she let go of Alison's palm saying, "Good, now what would you wish of me with this knowledge in mind."

"I need you and your family to protect those in town," Alison said, "We are going to have big problems and I need to make sure people are protected. But do it carefully. People will think it strange if they see you."

"Understood," Mother Cat said, "We'll keep them at bay."

Mother Cat purred, leaning down. She kissed Alison's cheek and said, "I'll report back tonight."

"Be discreet," Alison warned as Mother Cat walked away, "I can't promise he'll be happy about all of this."

"It's fine," Mother Cat said, "It's you I live to please, not him."

She then leaped up into the tree's, transforming into a large panther looking cat. Alison was left alone, looking back at the door. The locks were firm in place; the door looking like it had been untouched. Smiling cat like, any thought processes of Autumn began to slip away. Walking a bit of distance away, Alison left the door as well as any doubts about what she had to do.

~Storybook~

"Where are we going?"

Sofronia glanced back at Alison, both of which were walking along an old trail. Several other cat people were walking ahead, weapons in hand. Sofronia spoke clearly, even though her accent still remained, "We are going to meet others much like yourself. They will help you in your quest in getting home Kitten."

Alison pouted and said, "Why couldn't Hatter come?"

"Because it pains him to face one of the people he will be meeting," Sofronia said, "It reminds of a past mistake that he will not let go."

"Oh," Alison asked, "Is she mean?"

Sofronia laughed and said, "How would you guess a she, Kitten?"

"Because," Alison said, following Sofronia with a bit of a dark look, "Lots of she's are mean, especially to he's."

"Like who?" Sofronia asked and Alison said, "The Queen of Hearts is mean! My mommy was mean too, she hurt Daddy really bad. She tried to get rid of me, and Daddy made her leave. That's why my Daddy doesn't have a true love anymore."

Sofronia slowed down and said somewhat harshly, "It doesn't sound like true love to me."

"Huh?" Alison asked and Sofronia said, "Well, not all she's are mean, especially this one Alison. Besides, I am a she as are you. And I highly doubt you are mean."

Sofronia came to a clearing, a cliff side overlooking rocky hills of twists and turns. But these hills were strange. They land was going down on a slant. The land curved at a certain point having the hills upon it turn in a spiral. They continued onward into mist that existed quite a ways down. Alison gapped and Sofronia said, "We will travel downwards into the Lowlands. There we will be able to meet our companions."

"I can't climb these!" Alison cried, "I'll fall!"

"Nonsense," Sofronia said, "You will learn. But for now you will climb on my back. For we must get there in haste."

Alison did as she was told, holding tight to Sofronia's neck. Sofronia then took a suddenly leap, rushing down the slant. It was intense, but Alison managed to not scream. She watched as Sofronia skillfully leaped down, jumping and landing like a cat. The mist did now allow them to see far but Alison trusted Sofronia to know where she was going. That trust was put to the test when Sofronia jumped and straightened out. There was no more land just a drop down in the thick fog. Alison yelled, "Where's the land!?"

"Don't worry," Sofronia said, sharply, "It will greet us soon."

Sofronia soon after landed on soft grass, slowly straightening. Alison slipped off, feeling very light headed. She looked around seeing the fog slowly clearing away. Somehow Alison found herself with the other Cats in a field of grass with running waters. There were chairs made of stone with petals on the seats. In the middle was a large tree with a strange sight to behold. Ice, golden leaves, spring blossoms and thick green leaves were upon it. Alison looked up in awe walking towards it. She was about to reach out and touch it when she heard a voice.

"Such a wee one she is."

Alison jumped back, looking to see people now occupying the chair. One was man, looking cynical and sarcastic, another was a teenager all in black, an elderly man with blue robes watched her intently with a woman by his side. She looked at the teen and scolded, "Sage be nice!"

"What!? I'm just sayin' what everyone's thinking," Sage protest and Jane shushed him. She looked at Sofronia warily and said, "What is the meaning of this? Why is this child here?"

"Because Jane," Sofronia said sharply, "This is the new Mage."

"You lie!" Ryaden snarled, getting to his feet. Alison whimpered, fear shooting through her. Jane shot him a look before looking at Alison asking, "How did you come to be here, you don't smell of this land or time."

"I-I fell down a rabbit hole," Alison said backing away from Jane. She didn't like the man, she wasn't sure she would like any of them. Jane groaned and the man snapped something Alison would not care to repeat. Sofronia stopped one of her cat's from going over to Alison and said, "Whether you like it or not, she is our Mage. I'm sure of it."

"You better not be!" Ryaden snapped, "There is no way a child could be the Mage of Wonderland!"

"Shall we prove it to you then?"

Alison jumped away as a woman came out from behind the tree. Alison scrambled to hid behind one of the chairs, frightened as could be. It was silly to hide here, but where else could she go? The woman looked over at Alison sympathetically as another woman appeared in light pink wisps. This woman had bright blonde hair with flowers adorning her bound hair. Her dress was gold, pink, and green mixed together in a pattern and went to her ankles. She tilted her head and said, "Well, she's a bit shy, isn't she?"

"Well what do you expect?" A man appeared next to the old man, his hair fiery red. His beard was short and his clothes brown leather. "She's been through much in the past few months. Come out little one, we don't bite much."

Alison shook her head, tears threatening now. The old man shook his head sympathetically as Sage joked, "You're not helping, she won't come out of there anytime soon!"

"Let me try."

Alison felt a cool breeze swipe over her and the grass had frost appear upon it. She looked up and saw a face that resembled the teen that sat a short distance away. His hair was more blonde, almost white and his eyes were a grey hazel. They were fierce and frosty, but held a strange kindness to them. He wore a grey long shirt with dark pants. His boots were leather with shining silver bells. Looking from both teens, she could have sworn they were twins. He extended his hand and said, "I'm Jack Frost, The Guardian to Season of Cold. What's your name?"

"Alison," Alison said, nervously shaking his hand, "Alison Kinsleigh."

"Well Alison," Jack said, his hand cold but surprisingly not unpleasant, "There are a few things we need to sort out and you can't be hiding behind a chair to do so."

Alison nodded and crawled out from behind the chair. The frost crunched underneath her as she stared up at him. Taking her hand, he then said, "Come over, my friend Aislinn needs to check something."

Aislinn smiled, getting down on her knees. Gently reaching out to Alison, her golden brown hair fell forward. Alison noticed her hands were soft and not as cold as Jacks. She pulled Alison onto her lap and said, "Little one I have a question for you. One that will tell me if you are indeed the Mage of Wonderland. What color are my eyes?"

"Huh?" Alison said, staring into her face. Aislinn repeated her question, much softer. Alison stared at Aislinn watched her fierce blue eyes. Alison opened her mouth to answer but stopped. There was something strange, the blue in her eyes. What she took as fierceness was actually something else, now she looked at it they looked like little flecks of mist in her eyes. Beneath it was a color that was quite different.

"Brown," Alison whispered, tilting her head, "Your eyes are brown…"

Aislinn smiled big and kissed Alison's forehead. Forgetting that she barely knew this woman, Alison touched her face saying, "How can that be?"

"Magic, little Alison," cooed Aislinn, "It's my magic. It flows through me like it does yours. But you must keep it a secret. Only Mages can know this."

Alison nodded, promising her. Aislinn smiled and said loudly, "She is the Mage of Wonderland."

"Are you telling me a child from the future is the Mage of Wonderland?" Jane said stricken, "This isn't a good thing!"

"On the contrary, I think it's splendid," Aislinn said picking Alison up as she stood. Aislinn took her free hand, took Alison's smaller hand, and looked at the Guardians. Each gathered closer and blew. Different colored mists came out, gathering to Alison's hand. Aislinn blew directly, her blue mist harnessing the others. Writing appeared on her hand, glowing blue. It looked like a W with a slash through it. Her body felt warm but not unpleasantly so. Jack, who had jumped up into the tree's, looked a little bothered. Each stopped blow and went back to their own spots. Ryaden then threw his hands up saying, "How is this splendid. She six years old and her parents are probably worried sick!"

"Relax Ryaden," Aislinn said, her voice stern, "Her family won't know she's gone. Once she has completed her task, she will be able to go home to the same time and place. Besides, she's made of more than you think."

Ryaden narrowed his eyes and said, "I will have no part in training her. I will not train a child for an adult's job!"

Ryaden disappeared in smoke, leaving an oddly sweet smell in Alison's nose. Shaking his head, the red haired man said, "He's in a right state. But its fine, he's not the teacher we had in mind for her."

"I'm sorry Fintan," Jane said, waving her hands, "If it was taking care of her, I wouldn't mind. But if training her is what you ask of me-."

"We would never ask you to do that," Fintan said, understandingly, "Taking care of her is what she needs. You, Sofronia, and Hatter will take care of that. No, we decided two of us Guardians will take part in her training."

Jane gapped and Sage said, "Whoa, you haven't done that since the old man!"

"Sage!" snapped Jane and the Master said, "It is must she learn quickly. We don't have much time to wait. Jack, I'm assuming you will be first?"

Jack glanced at Master and said, "Not yet. I have to make sure my own Mage is trained well enough to keep Antic going in my absence. Aislinn will be first."

"Bu-," Alison protested, feeling nervous that he was leaving. She wasn't sure why she was starting to feel so attached. He was so…different. But she liked it in a strange way. He jumped down, gracefully floating. It reminded her of snow falling. He tilted her chin up and said, "Till we meet again."