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 he has given me in this story!

Chapter Thirty Seven: Heartbreakers.

The cell was cold. No bright light was in the cell, the only light coming in from the moonlight. The bars in the small window cast shadows on the floor. The sounds were limited to the small creaking from the upstairs. A small groan interrupted the other sounds, the figure on the cold floor shifted around. Sitting up, Gretel looked around to see her prison. Fright entered her eyes as she scrambled up and went around the room. How had she gotten here? One minute she had been in the bathroom, now she was here? She tried searching the room for a door but found none. How was that even possible? If there was a way in there had to be a way out. Looking up, the only way out that Gretel could find was the small window that was beyond her reach. Exasperation filled her face as she sat down on the floor. Ava suddenly looked up, hearing a thump from upstairs. What was that?

Emma yelled, feeling her back hit the sofa. She looked up, watching the man she knew so long ago grab a chair and sat it in front of her. They were in a study that looked familiar to Emma. Looking around, Emma couldn't help but feel she had been here before. Piper sat down in front of her with a contemplative look on his face. Emma felt a lot of emotions running through her. Unfortunately, Piper's spell was restraining her from acting out any of them. Emma almost scoffed when Piper said, "So you are the last person I was expecting to run into."

"Well thank you, the feeling is mutual!" Emma said, her voice laced with resentment. Piper winced and stared at Emma saying, "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?! What are you doing here, Damion!?" Emma snapped, glaring up into his face, "You-You're Pied Piper!? Your- You're from there?!"

"Yes," Piper said, his voice loud and harsh, "The question is why you are here?"

"You mean you don't know," Emma said bluntly, "You show up after eleven years in a magical town that's being trapped with Anti-Magic … and you don't know."

"Well forgive me, Emma, that my power is not foresight," scowled Piper, his agitation growing by the minute, "I was summoned here to help a certain Guardian, not go back down lover's lane."

"I think you burnt that bridge a long time ago," Emma said venomously. Piper leaned in and said, "Only if you want to believe that. Which is perfectly fine with me."

"You left me," Emma hissed, her eyes narrowing, "You left and let me take the fall for something you did."

"Regardless," Piper said impatiently, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, "You didn't answer my question."

Emma sat back further into the couch, give him a stare that irk the man in front of her. A dark look crossed his eyes, a cold cruel look over taking his persona that Emma had never seen before. Piper then stood up testily saying, "Look, your either going to cooperate and tell me what's going on. Or, I am going to find out what's going on myself. And I promise, everyone you ever made friends with will suffer for it."

"Yeah, good luck with that," Emma said, the anger growing in her. Amount that anger there was sadness. Any hope that might have been there for some misunderstanding of what happened years ago vanished with his cold stare. Emma then sat up, leaning towards him saying, "Just know that you'll be starting a fight with the Evil Queen, Prince Charming, Snow White, Red Riding Hood, Dwarves, and not to forget Rumpelstiltskin."

Piper scoffed and said, "Those royals and guard dogs are not an issue… Because you see my employer is stronger than all combined. As far as Rumpelstiltskin is concerned… he's spirit will break soon. But since you will not tell me why you are here, I'm going to take the courtesy to pay everyone a visit. After all I have a job to complete."

"You won't find her," Emma said bravely, "When Alison doesn't want to be found, she won't be."

"Hiding won't matter once she hears my song," Piper said, straightening up, "You won't be able to leave the manor, my spell will keep you here. I will back with my employer's prize shortly."

"What does he want with her?!" Emma snapped and Piper smirked, saying, "And that is something I don't have to answer."


"Where is what Jack?"

The two of them stood there, Jack's staff still under her chin. His eyes that had been narrowed open wider as he felt her magical core go on the defense. Magic collected around her on an alarming level as she stared at Jack. Lowering his hand, the staff disappeared as Jack let his hand fall to his side. Stepping towards her, Jack reached out and touched her shoulder. Alice breathed in deeply as he said, "You're back..."

Alice pulled back, staring at him nervously. Jack looked puzzled as she said, "You… you worked with that pirate rat to send me into the Anti-Magic shield. Don't lie to me, Jack, Sofronia told me everything."

"I used the pirate rat," Jack Frost said shortly, "In order to awaken you."

"You almost killed me," Alison said and Jack shook his head. Taking out a vial, Jack showed her and said, "I wouldn't have let you die. It was the only way to get rid of the Anti-Magic inside you."

"You've changed," Alice said her expression quite upset, "You've changed, you never would have hurt me… What has she done to you?"

"The Enchantress?" Jack said, taken aback, "She hasn't done anything to me."

"I have a hard time believing you Jack," Alison said, her eyes glassy at this point, "Nothing you've done has proven that."

"Alison, she hasn't done anything," Jack said firmly, his voice sounding a tad bit threatening. He walked closer, tilting her chin up to look at him. Alison did not stop him, but did not move to embrace him either. Instead she stood her ground and stared at him unhappily. Jack then said, "Where is it? It is not your place to be here."

"Then where do you think I should be Jack?" Alice asked, her voice coming out stronger than she felt, "The Queen's palace in a cage? Or how about with my parents that the Enchantress sent over the course of space?"

"I'm taking you back to Antic," Jack said, "Once I've figured out where you've hidden my core, we are going back."

Alison's heart nearly stopped. Swallowing, Alice jerked backwards with an indignant look and said, her voice filled with confusion, "I'm not going back to Antic! And what core are you talking about?"

"Alison, don't make this harder," Jack said, warningly and Alison said, "I'm not doing anything! You're the one not making sense!"

"Alice-!"

It took a split second. Alison threw her hands up in the air and the magic flew up in the air. Jack stumbled back from its intensity as the light post absorbed it. Alice took this chance to run, dashing away from the stables. Jack went to go after her but something flew in his way. Jack jumped back, looking up at a black horse rearing up, thrashing it's hooves at him. Jack swung out, cold wind piercing the horse. It whinnied and backed off as Jack said, "What a tame horse you've become. No matter, I've always liked the little rabbit's game of chase."

Jack waved his hands as the snow around him began to shift. It took on forms, forms of a wolfish beast as the wind began to howl. Jack shook his head and said, "I have the perfect hunters after all."

It was exhilarating, and frightening at the same time. She could feel the magic forming in the posts, slowly filling the air. But she could also feel his own magic build up behind her in a dangerous way. Fright crept into her as she heard the howling in the wind. Alison dashed through the alley ways, frantically trying to get to the town hall. Hopefully everyone would be gathering there already and hopefully he would be coming…

Yelping, Alice suddenly felt herself hit the ground as something snapped at her ankle. Crashing into the ground, Alice threw her hands in front of her face, allowing her magic to guard her from the wolves. It burst out in a semi transparent blue shield. They snarled and snapped but Alice twirled her finger in a circle, before allowing the shield to throw the attacking beasts. This time it was their turn to yelp, getting tangled in the web the shield had become. Alice couldn't help but let out a mad grin as she scampered up and ran off. But however, Alice skidded to a stop as other wolves jumped down from the roof, growling and magic radiating off them viciously. Alice stared at them with somewhat blankness and said with an exasperated sigh, "I don't have time for this."

Suddenly a vicious fire came crashing down on one of the wolves with a crack in the air. It howled and disappeared, as did the flames. Alice looked up with a mildly surprised expression as the attacker jumped down from the roof top. Lashing out his whip again, he snarled, "Get lost, you mutts!"

The wolves' growls turned to whimpers as they scampered away into nothingness. Alice watched him with surprise as he turned and stared at her with almost an angry expression. Alice looked unsurprised as he snapped, "Just what are you doing out here alone?!"

"Nice to see you too, Ryaden," Alice said cheerfully and Ryaden growled in frustration. Ryaden walked over to her and bent down. Alice did not pull away as Ryaden briefly waved his hand over her. Magic came over his hand in the form of light, a form of healing. Alice allowed him to do this, calmly standing until he was done. It vanished and Ryaden let out a long sigh. Ryaden then stood up and said loudly, "You're lucky you're not hurt. Tzila would've killed you."

"You mean you would've killed me," Alice said cheekily and Ryaden glared down at her saying, "Don't you ever run off like that again."

"Don't ever leave me in a weird room by myself again," Alice said pointedly but then shrugged saying, "But whatever, if you say don't do it…"

"You'll do it again anyway," Ryaden said with a defeated sigh, "I fail to see your logic."

"You fail to see Wonderland's logic," Alice said, "But Wonderland doesn't care and frankly neither do you. So ask the questions you really want to ask."

Both looked up and around when the wolves howls began to fill the air again. Scooping her up onto his shoulders, Ryaden jumped high into the air. Alice firmly wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning forward. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his pocket watch. Spinning the small dial, Ryaden stared ahead and asked reluctantly, "Was he infected?"

"I don't know," Alice said honestly,looking up at the night ridden sky, "But something is wrong with him."


"Piper."

The man looked up, leaning against the swing set pole. Jack Frost walked towards him as Piper said, "I'm sorry I didn't catch her in my snare yet. I'm still working on it."

"Don't bother with that anymore," Jack said shortly, "I found her myself."

"You did?" the man said surprised, "Was she under?"

"Not at all," Jack said, coldly, "It's come to my attention that your spell doesn't work on her."

"Shame," the man said, flatly, "Would have been nice and easy if it did."

"Doesn't matter," Jack said walking around, the snow no long crunching but slightly sloshing under his feet, "What does matter is that Alice's magic will soon be protecting this town from me and my work is not done."

"So what do you want from me?" Piper asked and Jack said, "Keep the two prisoners in the Manor. I don't care what you do with them as long as they are safe. I need to lure her out of the main part of town. She's not coming without a fight."

"Of course," Piper said, with slight mocking, "Didn't you train her to be smart?"

"Watch your tone," Jack said, a dangerous aura surrounding him, "Besides, you should be back to your former lover…not that you loved her much to begin with."

Piper's eyes went dead as Jack walked around the swing, causing a breeze to start as he spoke, "You met Emma when she was trying to steal your car. You were intrigued and lived like a couple. But when Baelfire and August found you, you abandoned her. Made her take the fall and sent her to jail. Now I know what Morgana did to you, so either your heart actually managed to soften from the ice or…."

Jack stared sternly at him and said, "The ice has really made you that heartless."

"Not heartless," ridiculed Piper standing up straight, "Black Hearted if you will."

"More like Black Ice," muttered Jack disgustedly. He turned away and then said, "But no matter, I shouldn't be getting involved in my Mage's business. I have my own to take care of. Just remember the name Henry."

"Henry?" Piper asked in a bored tone, "Why?"

"Because," Jack said darkly, "That's the name of your son."


Noise suddenly erupted from the hallways, angry voices echoing. Henry nearly jolted up, Alison's book almost falling to the floor. Staring at the door briefly, Henry looked back at Mary Margaret to see her looking worried. They were sitting in a lounge in the office building. Henry looked at Mary Margaret worried and said, "It doesn't sound like it went well."

Snow White bit her lip and looked down at her grandson's worried face. Hugging him reassuringly, Snow White said, "I'm sure they are just trying to figure things out. Why don't you keep reading, there might be something in there that might help us…"

Henry bowed his head, staring down at the title of the story. It broke her heart, to see him in such sorrow. The noises in the background seem to fade away, as the footsteps went farther and farther from them. Tracing the words The Isle, Henry murmured, "I highly doubt it would be that easy…"

Regina yelped as Charming shoved her into the room. His face was beyond livid as he stormed over to Regina. Looking quite fearful, Regina scrambled back, leaning against the wall in somewhat fear. Zoie, who had run in from behind and grabbed him saying, "That's enough, Charming! Despite everything she's done, she wasn't responsible for this!"

"Get off me!" Charming roared, wrenching his arm away from the Savior, "He took my daughter and none of you did anything to stop him!"

"He was playing his pipes!" Regina's voice flared up, as did her temper. She regained her footing and snapped, "We could do nothing! Whatever happened was nothing we could stop!"

"Not that you would have tried," Charming snarled, as he moved towards Regina threateningly, "I'm sure you wouldn't mind any of us dead!"

"Charming!" Zoie snapped as Red and Granny came running in. Charming did not move to harm Regina again, the hostility did not leave. Red hurried over to him and asked, "Charming, what happened?"

"That man, the Piper," Charming seethed, "Took Emma!"

"What?!" Red asked stricken and Granny asked, "Why?"

"It seemed like he and Emma knew each other," Zoie interjected, her face stony. Charming glared at her and snapped, "That's not possible. Emma was a baby when she left our world! There was no way for her to know him!"

"The Piper has been missing for fourteen years; you haven't been in Emma's life for countless years," Zoie said stoutly, "So it is possible for them to have crossed paths."

Charming went to open his mouth when the doors swung open. Gold came striding in, his eyes looking stormy. Belle was hurrying behind him, looking exhausted but just as upset as him. Gold glanced in the direction of the group and seemed rather irritated. Charming pushing past Red and said, "Gold, we need your help."

"Well sorry dearie, I have my own intrigues to deal with," Gold said, his voice growling sterner by the minute. Charming didn't seem to hear him as he said, "The Piper took Emma! Whatever you're intrigued about can wait-!"

"No, no, dearie it can't!" snapped Gold, "Because my shop was broken into by those damn Wondercats! The first clue we've had to finding Alison in weeks and the only chance we have at getting Emma and that young girl back!"

"Young girl?" Red said her voice hitching, "You mean Grace."

"He means Gretel!"

Everyone suddenly spun around, seeing someone standing on the railing with easy. The group became so quiet as they watched the young girl balance herself on the railing. She grinned down at them cheekily and said lightly spinning on the railing, "OR as I've heard, she also goes as Ava."

"Alison," Red said, relief slowly coming over her face. Alison stared blankly at her and then said, carelessly, "Oh yeah, that's right. You knew my counterpart, I know of your fairytale identities. But I think it's safe to say that we don't know each other. After all, names have been a bit funny to me since I woke up. Let us introduce ourselves properly if you don't mind."

Red froze, her face falling. Gold's face went hard as Belle grasped his arm in comfort. Granny, who was staring at Alison with slightly narrowed eyes, walked forward and said, "My name is Widow Lucas. You can call me Granny. This is my granddaughter Red, or Ruby in this world. We own the diner."

"Pleasure," Alison said with a politeness that was sharp and childish. She did a small mocking curtsy and continued to walk along the railing. Red shifted and didn't say a word, obviously quite distressed at the child's aloofness before her. Others were less sentimental however.

"Prince Charming," David said shortly, crossing his arms. Alice glanced back, a coolness coming across her face. Alice turned, staring at him with her arms behind her back. Belle watched her with wide wondering eyes as the child walked closer to them. Belle then swallowed and said, "I would be Belle. I'm afraid I don't have much of another counterpart in this world."

"Lucky you," Alison said, her voice filled with honesty. Alice then looked at Belle and said curiously, "You're a little shorter than I thought you would be. Prettier too."

Belle looked taken aback and Alice stared over at Regina and Regina said, "Evil Queen Regina, or otherwise known in this world, Madame Mayor."

"Well it is a pleasure to see you fighting for good this time," Alice said with a coy smile, "Brings out the spark in you. Good to see you Zoie, it's been a long time. Cheshire Forest Outpost, correct?"

"Indeed," Zoie said with a small smile, "But I think you should finish greeting the ones you don't know, its proper courtesy."

Alice glanced down at Gold and said with an air of composure, "Oh I know the Dark One when I see him. Even with that more…human face."

Gold's face went impassive, almost cold. Everyone glanced at him with a look of pity, feeling the pain that was turmoiling inside. Gold did not let it show however as he nodded slightly. Alice stepped back, an almost unsettling expression crossing her face. Red cocked her head, staring at Alice with confusion. What was that about? It was almost as if she felt guilty for speaking like that. Red did not get long to think about it though when Alice turned around, holding out her arms saying, "Besides, I'm not one for being proper. As little as we might know one another, you should remember that Zoie."

"Forgive me, Alice," Zoie said kindly, "I didn't mean to offend."

"Never," Alice said cheerfully, "But we are getting quite off topic. My name is Alice, the Mage of Wonderland. I also happen to know where both Emma and Gretel are."

"You do?" Red said, her voice raising slightly.

"Where are they?" Charming asked, advancing menacingly. Alice glance at him with mild disinterest as she said, "Jack Frost's been hiding at Morgana's abandon manor. We strongly believe he's hiding them there while Piper tries to waste his time by playing his pipe…"

"What do you mean waste time?" Granny asked, narrowing her eyes slightly, "You mean it doesn't work on you?"

"Of course not!" Alice said cheerfully, finally sitting down cross legged on the railing, "After all, it is my mother's spell…"

"Mother…" Red started, her eyes growing even more confused as Charming said, "You mean Jane."

"Yep," Alice said, kicking her legs and Belle asked, "Why would that matter?"

"Because being of blood gives certain immunities to certain spells," Gold said suddenly, everyone turning to look at him, "Especially for children. The question is how would you know Jane was your mother?"

"Well, aren't we being Mr. Smarty Pants today," Alice said mockingly, "I would know because I was told."

"By who?" Granny asked sharply.

"By me."

Everyone looked as someone came out of the shadows, Chesshire walking forward with his hands in his pockets. Everyone looked surprised at first and then angry as Gold stepped forward menacingly saying, "You knew. All this time and you knew where she was!"

"Why of course," Chess said, walking up to the railing and opening the gate to get closer to the group, "I am her favorite after all."

"We've been looking for her!" Red said, almost tearfully, "Trying to find her before Jack Frost did, and now Emma and Gretel are gone!"

"Get over it!" Alice suddenly snapped, her cheerful demeanor disappearing in a flash, "Chess isn't responsible for what is going on between the Enchantress and her minions. If you're all going to start pointing fingers, get out!"

All of them looked taken aback, a flash of Autumn crossing their minds. Gold couldn't help but swallow, feeling an unsettling feeling of the loss of the child he had come to love. It took every ounce of will power to not go over, scoop her up, and take her to where they could alone to talk. However, he doubt that would go over well now. Charming was the first to gather himself and then said, "So what should we do? Since you feel so self-righteous enough to tell us what to do."

"No more self-righteous than you are, Shepherd," Alice said, swirling her hand around in the air, " We are going to get them back. Piper right now has a frozen heart, which needless to say is quite a problem. I need to get close enough to stab him with one of my roses and absorb the ice."

"And how are we going to do that?" Granny asked and Alice paused. An uncomfortable expression came across her face as she slid down. Her shoes clicked against the floor light as she walked over to them saying, "We need to lure him out, which won't be too hard considering that he's supposed to be looking for me. The hard part is going to be keeping Henry out of the crossfire."

"What!?" Red asked, defensively. Gold grabbed Belle's hand tightly, staring at Alison strangely. Belle look from him to Alice confused. Charming was more vocal with his feelings.

"Why is Henry going to get caught in the crossfire!" Charming said angrily.

"Because," Alice stated simply, "Henry is the biggest distraction."

"Why?" Regina asked narrowing her eyes slightly, "Why Henry?"

"You mean none of you have pieced it together?" Alice said baffled, "Piper is Henry's father."


Baelfire was traveling on the trail, his clothes very different from the one he had fallen through the portal. His pants were of dark leather and his boots were slightly worn. His shirt was black, his sleeves slightly baggy as the cuffs gingerly clutched his wrists. At his waist was a sword, made of strange black metal, specks glistening in the evening sky. The air was cold, the wind blowing gently. The leaves made a song, sorrowful but hopeful. Baelfire continued to walk through the forest until he reached a cliff.

It was breathtaking.

The sun sat right on the horizon, the sky littered with stars and brilliant colors. The sea only added to its beauty, the rich blue filled with many lights of its own. As he watched, Baelfire could see that the mermaids were out in the cove, perching themselves on the rocks to lay out in what was the evening sun light. Baelfire did not smile warmly, only weakly, thinking how Lisie would have loved to see this place. But his smile vanished when he did see a lack of something, something that he kind of wished was still here.

"Hook is no longer here if you're wondering."

Baelfire turned around to see a man leaning against the tree. Flamboyant wouldn't have been enough to describe him. His coat was pale cream, embroidered with gold and pink threads and hanging on his shoulders loosely. His pants were grey trousers with nice dress boots. His shirt was white, simple enough but hung open around his neck. The man had his hands in his pockets, his mud colored hair slightly tousled. He had a childish grin on his face, making Baelfire about ready to sock him on in the face. Turning completely, Baelfire said shortly, "What are you doing here?"

"Me? Well I've been doing some dirty work for our lovely teacher," he said cheerfully, walking towards Baelfire with a strut, "Hasn't gone over well with my wife, but what can I say, when the Enchantress says to do something I do it. But my question is…"

The man stopped, grinning at Baelfire with more of a mocking expression as he spoke, "Why are you here when the Enchantress needed you in Storybrooke?"

"Because she sent my wife here," Baelfire said coolly, "Unlike some people, my family comes first. My only regret is that I left Lisie there with our teacher still there."

"Lisie?" the man's voice changed, sounding genuinely surprised and serious, "She's alive?"

"Yes," Baelfire said, flatly, "And now she is going to get stuck in the crossfire."

"Ah," the man said, with an air of interest, "So you're changing sides?"

"Hardly," Baelfire said, swiftly, honestly, and darkly, "You know very well that the author needs to stay neutral. I've done my part to keep myself that way."

"By playing both sides? Does Jane know what's about to happen? Or Lisie for that matter?" the man said with a grin, "Trust me, Comrade, women hate being lied to."

"Lie?" Baelfire said with a scoff, his voice going cold, "I don't lie. It may be my puppet's thing, but I assure you, Jenkins, it's not mine."

"My, my," Jenkins said with a wild grin, "That's a darkness I haven't seen in forever."

"Well I hadn't planned on seeing you in forever," Baelfire said, stepping towards him, "But now that I have… I'm going to have you do something."

"Oh?" Jenkins said, raising his brows, "And just what is that?"

"Since I'm here, gathering my own plan together, I know the Enchantress is going to call on you to go to Storybrooke."

"Aha," Jenkins said with a laugh, "Not possible. You're the Anti-Magic one, remember Baelfire? You travel among the Anti-Magical Worlds and I can only travel to the Magical Worlds."

"Ah, but you see," Baelfire said with a wicked smirk, "I can't go back to Storybrooke, not until someone from there comes to get me. You see, there is magic in Storybrooke now. And as you pointed out just now, magic is your realm of jumping and not mine."

"Damn it," Jenkins actually glared at him, realization dawning on his face, "That's why you were so willing to jump here. So you would have all the time in the world and teacher would make me go."

"Regardless, you'll be going there," Baelfire said impatiently, "And I need you to do something for me."

Baelfire pulled something out from his pocket, a small bag of sorts. Tossing it to Jenkins, Baelfire watched the man look inside. Narrowing his eyes slightly, Jenkins looked at Baelfire saying, "Is this what I think it's for?"

"Yes," Baelfire said, putting his hands in his pocket, "It is."

"Teacher won't like it," Jenkins said his carefree nature returning, "She doesn't want to push them too hard."

"They need to be pushed," Baelfire said shortly, "Pushed hard into a corner where no time will be waste. The Dark One's reign will come to an end."

"Even if it means losing your father?" Jenkins said with raised brows. Baelfire turned away to stare out at the horizon again. Jenkins looked intrigued as Baelfire said calmly, "I will do whatever it takes to protect Lisie from that evil…whether or not she'll need protection remains to be seen."

~Storybook~

"What do you see?"

The sea air was thick with taste of salt, the wind blowing warmly. The water's crashed into the side of the boat, assisting it in moving forward. The shorter and stouter man was standing on the main deck looking up at the man who was holding a telescope. He was staring intently towards the island, watching the shores and the town that looked under repair. The man scoffed a smirk playing around his lips as he lowered the telescope. Twirling the telescope, the man looked down at the man with a lazy look and said, "I see that the cycle of boys have finally…paid up."

The men on the lower deck listened, snickering as they went about their duties. The short man looked from them to the man standing alone saying, "Are we sure this is safe to do? I heard the Mage of this Isle is ferocious and terrifying-."

"I'm sure that's what all the parents tell their little children to keep them home," the man said lifting up the scope back to his eye, "Trust me, sailor, if all goes according to plan, we'll score something so valuable that we'll be one step closer to riches…and my revenge."

"I-I understand," the man stammered, "But I've heard anyone that double crosses Ryaden, he has a special beast he sets upon them."

"Stories, stories, Mr. Smee," the man said casually, his hook shining dully due to the cloudy weather, "We won't worry about them till we prove them true. Now get us closer to the Isle, Mr. Smee. Make sure that we settle in with the fog, I won't be getting caught before we barely make it to the shallow waters."

"Ai-Ai, Captain," Smee mutter before setting off on his duties. The Captain watched through his telescope, and nearly gapped when he saw a girl running through the town. Bemused, the Captain watched her run a breath neck speed, glancing behind her. Her brown hair was loose, flying in the wind. She was young; however she was a stunning child. Watching her climb up one of the buildings, he watched as one of the many herders tried grabbing at her with the hooks staff. The girl looked around and spotted something. Reaching up, she grasped something as the Captain said, "Well, well. I didn't know they had started wooing girls. Not even a tomboyish little lass."

Suddenly, the girl dropped herself.

The Captain nearly jumped in shock as he watched her fall. Watching her hit the ground, the Captain inhaled sharply and clucked his tongue. He watched as the herder approached her and said, "What a shame…I suppose she is just a wee-."

The herder snarled as he was suddenly sent flying, a plant flying in his face. Hook looked surprised as the girl held out her hand, sitting up. The plant's roots and stems grew, rapidly going around the man's wrists, arms, retraining him entirely. The plants roots, sunk into the ground and pinned him. The girl stood up and grasped his hooked staff. She smacked him upside the head and the man grew still. The Captain raised his brows as he watch the girl run away saying, "What a feisty little lass…brave too. I think I might have found a worth souvenir for this trip."