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 think it's safe to say at this point this story has taken off from the story plot from the actual show. Well, I suppose if people didn't like it they would stop reading it. The show will always be the awesome show that it is and my story is simply for the amusement of others. So off we go, read and review. I give credit to Bizzarieve, for he has once again helped me with the brilliant idea's that are his.

STORYBOOK

The study room was filled with light from the multitude of windows. They were high and the arches made of stone. The furniture was simple but the scene still wondrous to behold. Paper birds seem to fly everywhere as the elderly man stood at one of the cauldrons. He sprinkled the dust into the cauldron and watched as the potion bubbled. The sparks flew from the cauldron as they erupted near the ceiling into starry fireworks. He watched them amused as he heard someone state behind him.

"Master Yensid."

He turned to see a servant of unusual kind. He was a mouse, standing on his hind legs. He was much larger than most and wore a jacket of blue. There was a sword at his waist as the Master said, "What is it, apprentice?"

"I've come with news. The suitor is here waiting in the main hall for you."

"Excellent," Master said, obviously pleased, "Bring them to the garden for me."

"Yes, Master Yensid." The mouse dashed off as the old man stood tall. He walked out of the room as he went down the spiral stairs into a simple main hall. There stood a man in a vest and rough fabric shirt. His pants were leather, as well as his boots. His boots were worn and the buckles clicked as he walked. A pocket watch chain was attached to his vest button, leading into his chest pocket. His hair was shaggy and dark, but not unappealing. His five o'clock shadow was apparent but his eyes were sharp. They were filled with determination as he looked up at the old man. He graciously bowed as he said, "Master Yensid. It is good to see you."

"Welcome Ryaden," Master Yensid said with pride, "I am glad you could make it. Come this way."

Ryaden followed him, his hands joined behind his back. They exited the building to find a modest garden near a very large lake. It sparkled in the evening sunlight and had multiple willow tree's to provide shade. Ryaden was admiring the view with some lack of emotion when he heard the Master said, "I am most relieved to find that you have come. My daughters could do something to rejoice about."

"Troubled times?"

"Something like that," The Master said softly. They approached the lake as they saw a woman sitting under the willow tree, dressed in a splendid dress. The dress was dark in color, the sparks of blue hemming the dress. Her dark hair was tied back, allowing wisps of hair to fall down upon her face. She was reading a book, completely oblivious to their presence. Or so they thought.

"Hello Father," she said softly, closing her book. She held it under one arm as she stood up. Ryaden followed Master under the tree and her eyes met his. Ryaden was surprised at the force of her stare. It was intense, some might say almost frightening. However, Ryaden knew exactly what was within her: Power. Great Power. She curtsied and bowed her head saying, "Lord Ryaden."

"My Lady," murmured Ryaden, bowing deeply, "It is a pleasure."

"Ryaden," Master said coming around and putting his hand on his daughter's shoulder, "May I formally introduce my daughter Tzila, the Mage of the Land of Shadows. Tzila this is Lord Ryaden, the man whom I've chosen for you."

"You're the Mage of the Isle," Tzila said softly. Ryaden nodded and said briskly, "Well, it's good that you already know where I am from. That'll save us some small talk. But you said you had two daughters? Where is the second?"

If Tzila seemed put out from his bluntness, she had enough grace not to show it. The Master waved his hand and he said, "Just wait my lord. She will be with us shortly. However, we have another matter to discuss before she gets here. Let us sit."

The Master sat down on one of the chairs as Tzila went to sit back on the bench. Ryaden suddenly walked over to her and gently touched her arm. Tzila looked at him surprised as Ryaden said softly, "May I sit with you?"

It was queer, even for her to have him asking such a question. Queer but touching; Tzila nodded in agreement. The two sat down and the Master seemed pleased. Tzila couldn't help but feel a strange indifference off him, something she couldn't quite place. Ryaden pulled out a flask and asked Tzila a bit roughly, "Do you mind?"

Tzila shook her head slightly, although she thought of him strange for doing so. The Master seemed a little distracted to notice. Ryaden took a drink from it and capped it saying, "So what is this matter that bothers you so?"

"I've had some recent business turn far south," Yensid said wearily, "Over the years, I have been approached by several suitors for both my daughters. Obviously, I have found a suitable suitor for Tzila. However, I felt my youngest one was still a bit too young to be ready for marriage."

"So what would you like me for?"

"I was approached by a Duke from the Frontlands," grimaced Yensid, staring solemnly at Ryaden. Tzila's grip on her book tightened as her father continued speaking, "He wanted the hand of my youngest daughter."

"Wasn't the Duke of the Frontland married?" Ryaden asked, rubbing his temple, "I know I've met him once with you before…"

"He was married several times," Yensid said, gravely, "Which is why I naturally declined."

"So what, he threw a tantrum?"

"Something like that," Tzila suddenly spoke, softly. Ryaden looked surprised as he watched her briefly with narrowed eyes. Tzila paid no heed but continued on as she explained, "The Duke apparently had some knowledge of dark magic, having several of his magicians helping him conjure a dark curse."

"Oh lovely," Ryaden said sarcastically, "People doing things in great ignorance again. So what did the curse do?"

"It was designed to punish me," Yensid said, gravely, "Make her unavailable to anyone until I promised her hand to him. I've tried to find a way to break it, but it is impossible…"

"Alright," Ryaden said, sounding slightly annoyed, "But what exactly did it do?"

"If you wait a couple of moments, you'll see," Tzila said, indicating towards the lake. Ryaden looked on, only seeing that the sun was setting behind the forest of mountains. The moon was out in the sky, becoming much more visible. Watching, Ryaden saw the animals of the lake out and about and he let out an irritated sigh. However, his exasperation turned to surprise as he saw what he did.

The reflection in the lake of the moon began to glow, mystically as a swan approached. The light absorbed the swan, causing the ripples in the water to worsen and erupt near the shore. Ryaden jumped to his feet while the two others watch sadly. The water took the form of a woman, tall and slender like Tzila. However her face looked younger and her blonde hair fell down in beautiful ringlets. Her eyes were soft and gentle, also like her sister, but lacked the power behind them. Her dress was corseted, the corset ending abruptly at her waist. The skirts hung loosely, feather-like in nature. The dress was white and lavender, bringing out the color in her skin.

"May I present to you my daughter," The Master said, standing up as well, "Odette."

She smiled warm, her eyes briefly landing on her sister lovingly, and bowed saying, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Sire."

Chapter Forty Five: Prince Charmless

"Ouch! Would you quit prodding me with that woman?!"

Emma regretted volunteering to hold his binds.

They were walking through the thickness of the forest, with Jane leading the way. The Piper was bound tightly with rope, with Emma following him. Emma held a stick that she was occasionally prodding him with when he was purposely slowing and wriggling his hands against the ropes. Nib's stood behind her, holding his surprisingly well-made spear tightly. He was glaring passed Emma, clearly not at all happy that Piper was coming with them. Piper looked less enthused.

"Stop trying to escape and I'll quit prodding you," Emma said shortly.

"Who says I'm trying to escape?" snapped Piper only to get a sharp tap from Emma. His glares never ended as Nibs said, "Silence prisoner! You should feel lucky to even be breathing!"

"Stow it kid, or my next song will lead you right off a cliff!"

"Enough Piper," Jane said shortly, obviously thoroughly annoyed. She didn't even bother to look back as the man scowled and let out a harsh sigh. They continued on in silence, not a single one of them comfortable. Emma was wishing that they would get to wherever the meeting place quickly so she could get as far away from this man as possible. Nibs was still glowering when there was a sudden breaking of twigs. Nibs was suddenly tense, looking everywhere and pointing his spear out. Emma glanced back briefly before stopping altogether. Piper was also forced to stop, scowling. Emma watched Nibs turn in a circle as she said, "Kid, what's wrong?"

"Something's there," Nibs said as Emma sighed slightly. She then walked towards him with Piper narrowing his eye. Suddenly his voice sharply cried out, "Emma don't-!"

But it was too late.

Emma screamed as she felt herself fall down a hole, grasping the binds for dear life. The sudden jerk send Piper flying down after her. His yelp mixed with her scream as they continued to fall down. Hitting the sides of the hole, both found themselves rendered unconscious before they hit the floor of a cave.

"Emma!" Jane went to go over to the edge of the hole. Nibs suddenly whirled around and shouted, "Don't Jane!"

Jane found herself backing up as she finally saw what was making Nib's nervous. Out of the woods came two dark tanned skinned people, long black hair braided back. Their clothing was of dear skins and harsh string. They also held weapons made from the nature around them. One spoke a foreign language to the other as Nibs asked softly, "What should we do?"

"Damn it," Jane said, agitated, "Run."


"What will you do?"

August looked over at Red mildly, who was staring out the window of the diner. Dinner was in front of them, the lasagna steaming from being fresh out of the oven. There were a handful of people in the Diner, Belle being one of them sitting at the counter. August stabbed at his dinner and said before stuffing it in his mouth, "What do you mean, what will I do?"

"Once we find the core," Red said timidly, "And send it back to our world… what will you do?"

"I'm not sure," August admitted, "Baelfire and I never thought that far ahead… it just seemed such a foreign notion that I'd go back."

Red smiled weakly as August looked thoughtful. Tapping his fork on the plate, August said softly, "After this is all over… I'd think I'd like to find my Papa."

"You're Papa?" Red questioned and August nodded slightly. He ate more of his dinner before looking out the window. Red couldn't help but notice that his eyes were a bit glassy. Twisting his fork, August finally murmured, "Gepetto."

"Gepetto?" Red question, surprised, "Gepetto…. You're Pinocchio?!"

August's ears turned slightly red as he continued to eat. Red look of shock turned to amusement as she said, "You're Pinocchio…why haven't you gone to him yet?"

"Because I have yet to fulfill my end to the bargain," August said quickly, stabbing at his dinner, "Once I do, I can go back to him with a clear conscious."

Red watched him for another few moments before going back to her dinner. The two sat in silence for a while, with Red watching him. So he was from their world too… she would have never guessed that August would be the little boy Pinocchio in a million years. She hadn't known him well, just a brief meeting in the council chamber. It seems that even he had quite the trials of twist and turns…

"August…"

"Hmm?" August looked up only to have Red lean across the table. She grabbed his hand and pulled saying, "Come on, I'd like to show you something!"

Red pulled him to his feet, August very much surprised. Belle glanced back at them, watch Red pull the young man out of the diner. Belle couldn't help but smile weakly as she saw the looks in their eyes. Granny, who was wiping the counter near her, smiled wryly as she said, "Young love, happens even in the worst of times."

"Indeed…" Belle said, with a weak smile. She then turned back to her own dinner, looking at her plate. Her smile seemed to have faded some. Granny raised her brows and put the towel down on the counter. Resting her hands on the counter, Granny asked quietly, "Is everything okay?"

"What?" Belle snapped out of the trace she had been in and Granny asked, "I noticed Gold isn't with you again. Is everything okay?"

"Y-Yes," Belle said, "I mean, he's just been very busy and all…"

"Well it seems he should be putting a little more effort into making time for you." Granny said with a grimace of a smile. Belle shook her head slightly and said, "He's just trying to get Alice back home safely…"

"I know," Granny said simply, "But sometimes to get back something we lost, we need to cherish what we do have first…"

She reached forward and grasped onto Belle's hand. Belle, who had only a weak smile on her face, just shook her head slightly and said, "He won't stop until he has his family back…it's what's most important to him after all…."

"You are just as important," Granny said comfortingly, "I mean how many others can have the courage to see beyond his mask."

Belle suddenly pulled her hand away from Granny, giving a weak smile on her face. Belle paid for the meal, which Granny took without a word. Granny instead watched her sympathetically as Belle said, "Thank you for the meal. I really should get back to the library though. I have some work to do even in this mess."

"Unfortunately. I think we all could use a vacation," Granny said with a heavy sigh, "I'll see you at breakfast Belle. See if you can't have that imp come along with you."

Belle nodded vaguely, her expression distant. Granny could already tell she was getting lost in her thoughts. Belle picked up her sweater and went to walk out of the diner. It was warm, a tinge of coolness on the wind. Rumpelstiltskin hadn't been out and about much, even in the house. Ever since their argument, things were gradually becoming strained. Tears prickled at her eyes as she clutched her arms. Although the air was warm, it provided no comfort to the thoughts she now had running through her head. She understood he was terrified to lose Alison and Bae. She understood that this was a perilous time, where magic was needed…

But why must it be dark magic?

Why was he always resorting to the worst sort of ways? Why could he not believe that there was another way to save them? A better way? Why was it that every time she challenged his way, she ended up hurt?

Had he completely stopped caring all together about her?

That last thought made her shiver unconsciously. Shaking her head, Belle pulled the key out of her pocket as she approached the library entrance in a hasty manner. So hasty that it was careless, so careless she had collided against a man standing in front of the library.

"Oh I am so sorry!"

Papers flew as his bag fell open. It scattered over the sidewalk as they both fell down. The man seemed to recuperate quickly, moving to his knees. The man huffed as he said, "I should be the one apologizing. I was standing in the middle of the sidewalk like a dimwit."

He began to collect up his papers, much of them being music sheets. Belle felt a rush of guilt as she noticed them and began to help him pick them up. Finally both of them stood and got a better look at one another. He wasn't terribly unattractive; his hair was neatly combed. His vest held intricate stitch work, his trousers the same matching grey. His shirt was a pure white in contrast to his dark eyes. They weren't as warm as Gold's were, but they weren't unkind. Belle finally handed back his papers and said, "I'm really sorry. I hope I didn't ruin anything important."

"If it had been raining, perhaps," the man said humorously, putting the papers in his bag, "Then I would be cursing my own stupidity."

Belle allowed a weak laugh as he smiled small. He then held out his free hand and said, "I'm Avenant."

"I'm Belle," Belle said kindly, shaking his hand. Avenant looked surprised and his smile turned smartly. He then bowed slightly said, "So this is the famous librarian I've heard so much about. I was hoping to run into you."

"Me?" Belle asked baffled.

"Yes," Avenant said, "I had hoped you could help me find a particular book. It's very important for my research. If you wouldn't mind that is."

"No, of course not," Belle said, walking past him to unlock the library doors. She opened them and they went in. Belle turned on the lights as Avenant wandered around. He let out a low whistle as he saw all the books. Belle looked over at him as he was examining one of the shelves saying, "Quite an extensive selection…. I would imagine you could never get bored."

"Oh it definitely passes the time," Belle said, allowing a warm smile to grace her face, "And is forever entertaining."

"Too true," Avenant said, brushing his finger against the shelf. He then snapped his hand back and walked towards Belle saying, "Well, before we get too off topic. Let me discuss exactly what I'm looking for."

Belle watched as he walked slowly towards her. Avenant rubbed his pointer finger and thumb together as he said, "I'm looking for books on classical composers. I'm working on a composition and I thought I would do a little jump into the past…"

"I think I have just what you're looking for," Belle said, the pleasant conversation slowly abating the worries on her mind. She led him to the back as she began to chat with him about music and literature. She had become so wrapped up that she didn't notice the door open. A boy, no older than the age of thirteen, came in quietly as he could. He crept over to the receptionist desk, going behind. He quickly and quietly began to go through the drawers. He was biting his lip nervously until a triumphant smile overtook it. Grabbing the purse, he looked in every little crevice he could. Finding one to his satisfaction, he pinned something to the inside pocket. As he did so, he noticed that a book had fallen open to a page with a piece of paper. Pulling it out with a curious heart, the boy mouthed the numbers and letters upon it.

"Belle! Are you here?"

The boy scrambled, pushing the bag back into the drawer and shutting it. Crawling under the desk, the boy's heart began to race as he heard the clicking of women's heels getting a little too close for his liking. Belle voice got closer as he heard her say, "Kathryn, how are you?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I just stopped by to see if you had seen Charming? He was suppose to come to breakfast with Archie and I this morning, but he never showed. We thought maybe he stopped by here?"

"No, no. I haven't seen him. Have you check the station?"

"I did but I'll check again, maybe he was just busy... By the way, we have a little meeting at city hall today. It sounds like there's big news."

"Hopefully good news… what time is the meeting?"

"Seven. I'll see you there?"

"Of course. Good luck in your hunt."

There were clicking of heels and a door closing. He did not calm until he heard Avenant saying, "Charming? That's an unusual name."

"Ah, well, it's her nickname for a close friend. He can be quite the charmer."

"I see I see, it sounds like she's a fairytale person."

"Indeed, but even fairytales are a good read!"

"I suppose so…."

The boy sighed softly before pulling something out. He clicked it to the bottom of the desk before quietly crawling out. Looking both ways, the boy crept out along the floor before getting up and hurrying towards the door. Dashing out, the boy did not have a care to make sure the door shut quietly. After all he was quite happy not to be in there anymore.

"Hm? Is someone there?" Belle said, looking over her shoulder. She shut the book she was holding absentmindedly and handed it to Avenant. He took it graciously and said, "I guess not… well Belle, I think this is a good place to start. I thank you for your assistance."

"Hm? Oh no trouble," Belle said, "Follow me to the counter so I can check them out."

Avenant did just that and soon Belle was sitting behind the desk, checking out the books. Avenant studied her desk before noticing a picture. He absentmindedly picked it up and said softly, "Who's in the picture? Your family?"

"What?" Belle looked up to see him staring at a portrait. Belle sighed softly and said, "That is my fiancé Mr. Gold and A-Autumn."

"I see," he said putting it down, "She's a rather beautiful child… is she yours?"

"Oh no," Belle said shaking her head, "She's his."

"I'm sorry," Avenant said quickly, "She just looks like you."

Belle checked out the last of his books and slid them towards him. He took them back into his arms and said graciously, "Thank you once again, Belle. I will make sure to return them timely."

"Oh, please, enjoy them," Belle said warmly before Avenant turned and walked out of the library casually. Belle watched him leave and then sighed even heavier. She found herself taking the picture into her hands and staring at the two persons in it.

Was she ever going to be able to be beside them?

Some sweet smell entered Belle's nose and Belle fell to the floor without another thought. There was a sickening crack as she hit the floor with her chair. Whimpering, Belle felt the blackness claim her as a man picked her up with a low octave apology.


"So what will you do?"

Rapunzel looked ahead, watching Snow turn to face her. They were on a narrow path along the thick forest, climbing over fallen trees and unusually shaped boulders. The sun was hanging low in the sky, the nighttime almost upon them. If they had looked up they would see the stars glittering throughout the purple and midnight blue sky. Rapunzel follow Snow over the fallen tree and said, "After this? I'm not sure… you tell me a curse has ravaged our land?"

"Yes, it has," Snow said, "My husband and I were working on a way to get us back... but as you can see enemies stood in our way."

Rapunzel nodded, her blonde hair falling forward. Snow White continued walking as she continued on with her speech, "If we can find the core to our land…. Then we can go back to our land. And then everything can be as it was."

"Are you so sure?"

Snow looked back with a quizzical expression. Rapunzel looked in deep thought as she said, desperately, "It's been so long…how can you be sure everything will be the same when we go back?"

"We?" Snow question, a light of hope entering her eyes. Rapunzel blushed, obviously embarrassed and nervous. Stammer, Rapunzel found herself tripping over her words, "Well I thought- I mean I know we never discussed… I don't even know if he still there…"

"Then there is only one way to find out," Snow White said, taking the woman's hand, "He might even just be in Storybrooke."

Rapunzel smiled weakly but there was a suddenly crack of a branch. The two women went on guard, both pulling out their weapons. Snow found herself loading her bow, staring out into the depths of the woods. Rapunzel back up towards her, worry quite apparent on her face. Time would have clicked by, if time existed. The worry began to subside when their fears struck back with two simple words.

"Be calm."

Snow spun around ready to let her arrow fly, when she stopped upon seeing it wasn't a person at all. A pixie, no bigger than the palm of her hand, flew down in front of them. Her hair was blonde in color, the long braid falling down. Her ears were pointed sharply and her clothes of dark green. She was glowing, the pixie dust floating about her. Her eyes were unearthly pale, the color indescribable. Snow found herself lowering her bow as the pixie spoke in the most melodic voice she hadn't never heard before.

"You are safe now, Queen Snow," the pixie said wisely, "As are you, Rapunzel."

"Terra!" Rapunzel said with relief, putting her weapon away, "It is good to see you well."

"As it is to see you well," the pixie said, "Come with me now. We have a resting place for you both."

Snow looked confused a moment when she felt Rapunzel grasped her hand. Snow opened her mouth to speak her confusion when she heard the pixie sing. It wasn't in their language; in fact it almost didn't seem like a language at all. Just the most beautiful music she had ever heard. Her soul felt light and airy, something hadn't felt in a long time. She had gotten so lost in the beauty of it that she didn't notice the ground was shifting under her feet. Snow looked around and suddenly found that they were flying, the ground supporting them as they went up through the trees. The branches seem to move out of the way for them, allowing the night sky to be better seen. However, the night sky was put to shame when she saw the city in the trees.

It was breathtaking.

The lights were of green and gold. Magic was in the air everywhere, the pixie dust floating like snow. There were no houses, no castles of old. But there were bridges of flowers and vines, and platforms of soft moss. The tree cradled them, hiding them from view. But they could still see the sky through window like openings. Snow found herself gaping as Rapunzel laughed at her friend. Snow gave her a playful offended look as she said, "Don't laugh at me!"

"I can't help it," Rapunzel said cheerfully, "My reaction was the same."

The ground beneath their feet dissipated, letting them fall onto one of the largest mossy platform. Snow White looked around in wonder as she said, "It's beautiful…"

"We thank you for your compliment."

Terra floated down in front of them again, the song returning. It was different, but just as enchanting. Slowly but surely, pixies of all genders came floating out to gather about them, singing the same song. Snow looked at them curiously as Rapunzel explained, "Their language is one very, very old. Only the children that come here seem to understand what they are saying."

"Why?"

"Children seem to understand such things, being so innocent," Rapunzel said, calmly, "It something we as adults let ourselves forget…."

"What a shame," Snow said softly. A pixie flew down by Terra, looking older than she. The Pixie was male as he said in the lower melodic voice, "We shall speak the language that you do. We'd rather no confusion."

Snow White curtsied slightly and said, "We thank you for bring us here. I have a feeling you don't usually let people come to this place."

"No we do not," Terra said, "Your thanks are appreciated."

"We must ask you to keep our home secret from undesirables," the male pixie said, "To protect our pixie dust from corrupted hands."

"How do you keep such a place secret though," Snow said looking up, "Surely the lights reach up through the trees."

"The Magic protects us," the male said, "And that's all we shall say."

"For now there is someone that wishes to meet you," Terra said, softly.

"Well not so much meet."

Snow whirled around, the presence behind her frightening her. It disrupted the magic, feeling uneasy and cold. Snow didn't know what possessed her to bring up her bow and let her ready arrow fly. However he had been ready for it, outstretching his hand to let the electricity fly. The Anti Magic stopped the arrow dead in its track, letting it fall to the ground. Snow White looked shocked and horrified as did Rapunzel. The pixies shrieked in protest, obviously angry that Snow had done a thing. Snow clapped her hands over her ears, tears coming to her eyes. But Baelfire let off a wave of Anti-Magic to quiet them as he shouted, "Stow it, alright! You should know better than to get angry!"

Terra and the Elder Pixie silenced the others as Baelfire approached her. Snow looked upset and confused as Rapunzel looked between her and the stranger to her. Baelfire looked at her kindly as Snow stammered, "I-I'm sorry. I don't know what possessed me to do that."

"Its fine," Baelfire said, obviously without care, "People have that sort of reaction to me in this place."

"But-But you," Snow said confused, "You can use Anti-Magic in this place? But it's-?!"

"I know," Baelfire said, calmly, "And I'll explain that. I need you to come with me."

Snow timidly walked with him. Rapunzel went to follow, but Terra stopped her. Rapunzel looked a little unsure but did as the pixie wordlessly told her. Snow and Baelfire walked along the bridge as the pixie's went about their business. They were silent for a while when Baelfire said, "You felt it right? The unsteadiness when I made myself known."

Snow nodded softly, still looking abashed. Baelfire was quiet for a moment and said, "The Pixie dust here makes people calm and happy. The Anti-Magic in me disrupts that, even though the magic in this world is strong. Your immediate reaction was to get rid of the threat. It's perfectly common."

Snow didn't say anything, feeling that there was something amiss here. Baelfire was quiet as he said, "I have to apologize."

"What- Why?" Snow said surprised.

"Because in contrast to what you might believe," Baelfire said, "I didn't come to Storybrooke with good intentions."

"You-You," Snow started in confusion but then it hit her. Snow White looked at him with a degree of impassiveness that not even the joyful atmosphere could stop. Baelfire looked up into the sky as Snow said, "So you… and the Enchantress…."

"She was my teacher," Baelfire explained, "One from long ago."

Snow White stared at him the same but didn't say a word. An explanation was coming, and she felt her usual compulsion to hear it. Baelfire continued on slowly as he said, "I made the device that came to keep everyone in Storybrooke. That Anti-Magic shield is powered by seven seals, that's how many would be needed to keep such an extensive town locked up."

"But why?" Snow said, with cool calmness, "Why would you do that? To all of us."

"You know that I recorded all the stories in that book," Baelfire said, "Well it's part of my job to watch and record, to guide and to hinder when necessary. Ever since I found your town, I was tasked in writing all your stories. Once I made the book, I was to make sure I planted it with you; so that when Emma came she'd have a guide."

"You did that?" Snow said, "So that's why it just suddenly appeared…"

"Yes," Baelfire said, "After that, August and I made sure that Emma never strayed too far. But one day the Enchantress came to me, not too long after I thought Lisie to be dead…"

Baelfire finally began to walk again; Snow followed him at a bit of a distance. Baelfire started again and said, "Regina was getting nervous… she was raising Henry with a nervous mind that the curse would be broken and she would lose him. So she had approached the Enchantress, begging for her help. She wanted a way so that even if the curse was broken, she'd have a way to control everyone within the town. The Enchantress agreed and came to me looking for a device that could do as she asked."

"And you built it," Snow asked furrowed, "Why?"

"Because even if the curse had been broken, none of you would be ready to return to the Enchanted Realms," Baelfire said, sounding a little impatient and angry, "Years and years went by and I saw how…corrupted you all had because of the curse, because of its magic. The characters that my daughter and I had grown so fond of had been turned to darkness. I couldn't let you all destroy that, so I made the machine…"

Snow's face turned sad as she spoke, "It was the only thing you had left of her wasn't it? The stories..."

"It would test you; give trials that would seem impossible. But if there was even a shred of hope, everyone would beat it." Baelfire added, acting as if he didn't hear her.

"Is that why the Enchantress is doing this?" Snow said suddenly, hope taking over her tone, "Please, Bae, if you know something…"

"Don't you get it!?" Baelfire said, somewhat irritated, "I'm not the one that has to figure it out, you do! If you don't do the work, you'll never yield the results. All I can tell you is my actions and mine alone… The rules of being the author prevent me from speaking…"

Snow was quiet as Baelfire sighed. He stopped again, leaning against the railing made of vines. Baelfire stared out as he said, "It was the only way to rectify my father's stupid curse… When the curse was supposed to break, I took it as my queue. To go and make sure the trials were distributed fairly… and go raise hell for a certain cold hearted witch."

"The Snow Queen…," Snow said intrigued, "You were the boy, weren't you?"

Baelfire looked at her, his brows raised. Snow gave him a look and said amused, "Henry's not the only one who's read that book cover to cover. And Emma….tells me bits and pieces of things."

Baelfire scoffed, looking back out at the scenery slightly amused. It died as he said hurtfully, "Then I came and found that a certain little Mage had prolonged the curse."

"And you found Alison," Snow White said filling in the blanks, "And she got involved…"

"She didn't need to be!" Baelfire cried, "She wasn't supposed to be… the trials I had were not meant for her… they were too dangerous…"

Snow watched as he hung his head. His messy hair fell into his face as Snow tried to comprehend what he told her. Snow shook her head and said, "It doesn't make sense… if Regina didn't make the deal with the Enchantress before the curse, why would she have taken all those people and things from the other lands? There's reason for it, unless she knew Regina would…"

"I don't know," Baelfire murmured, "I never questioned the decisions until recently…"

"Recently? Baelfire, what happened?"

Baelfire's jaw tightened, a mixture of anger and anguish on his face. Snow became concerned as Baelfire said in less than a whisper.

"She let Jack Frost take Lisie…"

"What?!" Snow said stricken, "Take? Take her where?!"

"Antic," Baelfire scowled, "She's in Antic, the one world she should NOT be in…"

"So what is it you need from us?" Snow asked baffled, "Why are you still here?"

"Because at the top of this Island is an archway," Baelfire said shortly, "That Archway is one of the many openings to Islet, Ryaden's doorway to other realms. It's what the Enchantress stole from him."

"So why not just use it?"

"Because the Enchantress infected it with Anti-Magic," Baelfire said impassively, "And Jane and I can't pass through safely until we've healed it."

"Heal it? How-?"

"I can extract it," Baelfire said, tensing his arm, "But I can't heal it. It needs magic from a person born in the Enchanted Realm. That's where Emma comes in."

"Emma?" Snow said, looking even more baffled than before.

"Emma is the product of true love," Baelfire said, "My father made sure that whoever the savior was, magic would be apparent… So my deal is, if we fix Islet I'll make sure you get home safely."

"And you can get Alison from Antic," Snow White said, finally understanding.

"So do we have a deal?" Baelfire asked, finally facing her in full. Snow watched him a moment, sizing him up. Baelfire swallowed as Snow said, "You've told me all of this….why? I could very well shoot you now for all you've done to everyone."

"Because it's the truth," Baelfire said, "What other story could I give you than the honest one?"

Snow White watched him and then said firmly, "Alright, I accept your deal. But I refuse to leave until I've found Emma."

"That's already been taken care of," Baelfire said with a shaky sigh, "Jane is bringing them here as we speak."

Snow looked surprised and relieved. She then said, "So how do we get to this archway, this Islet?"

"More of that later," Baelfire said, sighing, "For now, you should go tell Rapunzel she'll have transport with you. When Emma arrives, we'll go further into the plan."

Snow took that as the end of the discussion. Baelfire had turned back to stare out at the scenery. Snow White couldn't help but think of his story and the turn of recent events. Snow suddenly tilted her head as she said, "Baelfire…you said you left the book in my closet."

"Mhm."

"How did you know it would get to Emma?" Snow asked curiously. Baelfire smiled softly, a scoff escaping him. He then said with a sincere but humorous tone.

"Not to be cliched, but your family has a knack of always finding each other."


"Is it working Professor?"

Avenant looked up from his book briefly to see the boy walk in timidly. The study was small, computers crammed on the desks and books on the shelves. The walls were cool grey in color, the floor dull colored wood. The couches were of black leather and the table cluttered with papers. But what took up most of the room was a black piano, probably the best kept thing in the room. The boy sat down in the chair as Avenant said impassively, "It's working just fine, you did everything well."

"I'm glad," the boy said sighing in relief, "I almost thought that woman would catch me."

"Hardly," Avenant said with a scoff, "But you'd do well to be just as careful on the way out as you were in."

"It won't happen again."

"It shouldn't," Avenant advised, "or it'll be your neck on the line."

The boy swallowed and the fiddled his thumbs. After a period of silence passed, the boy said, "Professor…I saw something strange in her purse."

"Strange?"

"Yeah," the boy said only to reason a pointed glare from Avenant, "I mean Yes, I did. It was a paper with a series of numbers and letters. Almost like a code."

"A code?"

"Like the one you find on books."

"Ah," Avenant said, "That. What was the order?"

The boy recited the series of numbers and letters, Avenant listening closely. He raised his brows and said, "Interesting… good work on your behalf. Keep that up and she'll remain pleased."

"Will you be seeing her again?"

"I'm sure everyone will be seeing more of her soon," Avenant said, "But I suggest you go and further your studies, I won't have you falling behind."

"Yes, Professor," the boy said faithfully as he rose to leave. Avenant was soon left alone. Tapping his foot patiently, Avenant said softly, "We shall see where these turn of events lead us..."


There was a sizzle as the potion turned a dark shade of purple.

Gold was standing at the pot that was holding the simmering potion. It was incomplete, he knew that much. But soon, with a pinch of luck, he'd get it to work. Pushing his hair back, Gold took a deep breath. The air was salty, even though he was far away from the shore. His basement was illuminated dimly, a rather coincidental similarity to his mood. Picking up a vial with a pair of pinchers, he dipped it into the potion. Letting it sit, he watched the potion hiss and spit. Bubbling, Gold took out the vial to see it had filled and sealed itself. The liquid inside was moving about, a movement that would make one shiver. Pocketing it, Gold went to turn and grab something off the desk behind him.

A sound however made him flinch.

It was a crunch from someone stepping on gravel. It must have been outside, which put him on guard. Walking up the stairs, he rubbed his fingers together. He had been expecting a fight…

However, he found something else.

"I thought that would bring you out."

"What are you doing here?" Gold growled at her, tempted to hex her into some unfortunate creature. Granny, who was holding her cross bow casually by her side, shrugged and said, "Oh, I just found myself taking a walk. I figured I would drop in and ask you why Belle was alone at the diner all day."

"I was busy," Gold said coldly, "Finding my granddaughter."

"And here I am," Granny said stubbornly, "Trying to save you."

"Save me?" Gold let out a cold snap, "Who said I'm the one who needs saving?"

"Says the woman who was close to balling her eyes out in my diner," Granny said testily. Gold still held his glower, but there was a tinge of guilt beginning to swarm in his eyes. It was enough to make Granny continue without hesitation.

"Look," Granny said, "I understand that you're upset about Alice-."

"Extreme understatement," Gold said darkly.

"But that doesn't mean we let go of everything else we hold dear!" Granny warned, "I know you and I haven't been in agreement about much of anything, but we both loved Alison dearly. I know she loved you and I know she'd be more than upset if you let your chance at love disappear!"

"She won't be upset about anything if she's dead!" Gold snarled, "Why doesn't anyone understand how much danger she's in?!"

"We do-!"

"Then Belle shouldn't be complaining about how I'm trying to get her back!" Gold was beyond rage, it was enough to have Granny do a double take. "Autumn is my family and I will get her back!"

There was a silence and Granny sighed. Shaking her head, Granny said with a bitter understanding, "Autumn…It's Alice now Gold…"

"Alice or Autumn or Lisie, it doesn't matter," Gold said, heatedly, "I will get her back."

He pushed around her and walked towards the house. Granny watched him, but she held no anger on her face. Instead, there was a look of understanding, sympathy, and aghast; like an old wound reopening slowly. Granny scoffed loudly and Gold whirled around saying, "What?!"

"I know you seem determined to throw away your happiness for family and that's could even be considered a noble thing. Just remember," Granny said softly, as she began to walk away, "That you might also be throwing away her happy ending in the way you do it…"


Water dripped onto the rocks, slowly and inconsistently.

Emma groaned, feeling the pounding in her head lessen. The world around them was dark, the only light seeming to come from the rocks themselves. It wasn't the greatest light, but just enough to let her see. Getting up, Emma felt the pain in her head worsen. Leaning against the cave wall, Emma panted as she felt the blinding pain cripple her mind. Whimpering, Emma barely heard the walking of feet come towards her. Suddenly a hand yanked the hair at the back of her head as she felt something press into her mouth. Inhaling sharply, Emma felt the powder go down her throat. Coughing madly, Emma felt the person let go of the back of her head saying:

"It's about time you woke up."

Doubling over coughing, it took Emma a while to stop choking on the powder she had inhaled. As she coughed, she found that the pain slowly began to subside. Finally catching her breath, Emma looked up to see Piper standing there with his hands in his pockets. He seemed fairly disinterested as Emma struggled to get up saying, "Wha-What the hell did you just stick down my throat?!"

"What a thank you," Piper said rolling his eyes, "It's powder, something like a pain killer if you must know. We were lucky enough to fall where we did, there was enough dead plant life on the ground to save us."

The Piper grabbed her wrists and yanked her to her feet. Emma stumbled, the pain now nothing more than a trickle. Emma watched him walk down the mossy path of the cave, looking entirely baffled. Trying to follow him, Emma said, "Wait. Wait a minute!"

"What?!" Piper snapped impatiently, turning back to her. Emma stared at him and said, "Why didn't you leave?"

"Pardon?" Piper said, looking at her with disbelief.

"You could have left," Emma said, stepping towards him, "You could have gone off on your own. Left me here. Why didn't you?"

Piper watched her, his eyes shaded by the darkness about them. Emma was looking at them, desperate to find the answer that not even she was quite ready to hear. She should hate him, she didhate him. But he had stayed and no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't understand why he would stay. That small little flint of lightness lurched in her stomach. Piper stepped towards her, until he was within arm's reach. Emma cursed herself; she couldn't help but try and search for the flame she had once seen in his eyes before falling through the portal. Piper reached out and suddenly pulled her closed. Emma winced as Piper leaned in and whispered tauntingly close to her face.

"Is that hope, Swan?"

Anger and grief entered her eyes as she yanked herself away. The moment was broken, the coldness being the barrier that stood solidly between them. She stared at him hardly and said, "I want to know why you didn't do what you normally do and leave."

"Because," Piper said coldly, pulling back his sleeve, "Some binds aren't clearly visible."

A mark suddenly began to glow, a very strange mark that looked almost like a scribble. Emma felt her hand prickle as she looked down to see a part of her own symbol glittered strangely. She looked back at him, confusion mixing with her guarded expression. Piper said shortly, "Jane put a jinx on me. Making sure that even if those ropes didn't hold me, I couldn't stray far from you. Trust me, you don't want to know what happens when I get too far…"

Emma stared at him, confusion leaving again as Piper sighed. He then pointed down the tunnel and said, "We might as well work together anyway. As much as it pains me to say, we've made a good team at one point."

"No," Emma said, stoutly. Pain was clearly evident in her voice as she said, "We did not. You lied and cheated; disappearing without a single word! You sent me to jail where I had to give up the only thing that would have been good in my life!"

"Emma-," Piper groaned, disinterested.

"Don't Emma me!" Emma snarled, "I have no obligation to help you, or work with you! The only thing that matter is I get back to Henry! S-So go do what your best at and disappear!"

Emma stormed off past him, moving at a quick pace. Piper, who had felt cool and impassive, felt a sudden small burn in his chest. For some reason, a reason his cold mind couldn't place, Piper felt a fiery anger slightly flicker in his chest. Gritting his teeth, he rubbed his shoulder above the pain. It was unwanted, the cold had been better. He didn't care; he shouldn't care about a one series of flings. Yet he couldn't help allowing emotion into his voice as he shouted after her.

"SWAN!"


"So no one has seen Charming?"

Kathryn shook her head in response, her blonde hair hanging around her face. Leroy and the other dwarves stood around the table in the City Hall, looking mildly concerned. Midas stood near her, frowning deeply. Archie stood next to Blue and Nova, scratching Pongo behind the ears. Rubbing her arms in comfort, Kathryn spoke, "No… Red and August are checking around one last time. But he hasn't been seen or heard from."

"Do you think that the Enchantress got him?"

"I don't know," Kathryn said in a hushed voice, "I'm afraid to know."

The phone suddenly rang, making most of them jump. Archie hurried over, Pongo letting out a low whine. Leroy made a face and said, "Well, that's never a good sign."

"We mustn't think so pessimistically," Blue said, firmly, "Perhaps he's been working with the Mage's?"

"No," Kathryn said, "I asked Regina and she nor the Mage's have seen him either."

"And we're supposed to trust that witch?" Leroy said icily.

"You're supposed to trust the Mage's," King Midas said coldly.

"Everyone quiet!" Archie said sharply as he said into the phone, "Just come back here then… We'll regroup and start fresh."

"Indeed."

Everyone jumped to see that the doors flew open. Crackling filled the air as the lights turned off, only allowing the moonlight to light the room. Everyone backed up unconsciously, bumping into things that they had momentarily forgotten about. It took them sometime for their eyes to adjust to the sudden change in lights. The Enchantress seemed to glow a faded blue as she strode in. Her eyes were blank as usual but there was a smile on her face that made them worry. The Enchantress walked forward as the full skirts rustled. Her velvet black bodice held tightly to her, the sparkling translucent sleeves hung loosely around most of her arms, gather at her wrists. She looked like a woman pulled out from even before the Renaissance period, Blue noticed. The power was older, even older than she. The Enchantress waved her hand around in unusual fashion as she said softly, "It's nice that most of you have gathered here. It will make things so much easier…"

"Easier for what!?" Grumpy said boldly, stepping forward. The Enchantress stared right at him, and immediately Grumpy took a step back. He felt uneasy, staring at her. Memories of old crept up to haunt him as the Enchantress said, "To talk. If you would refrain from such rudeness, I could elaborate some more."

"You have the nerve to accuse us of rudeness," Blue said, her eyes flashing, "Especially after everything you've done."

"I have nerve?" The Enchantress straightened towering frighteningly, "I think that statement should be reserved for you, Evelyn."

The Blue Fairy didn't slink away but everyone could detect a distinct shiver. The Enchantress said, "So, your Jack Rabbit managed to save the shadows of the Enchanted Realm. I must give you my congratulations for completing a piece of the puzzle, even if you did manage to chip a few pieces in the process…"

The Enchantress walked towards one of the windows, staring up at the moon. She seemed non-threatening, in some strange way, but none of them had the courage to walk up to her. The tense feeling that burned up inside them prevented them to even flinch. She sighed and said, "I'd like a meeting with your King. Prince Charming I believe he's called?"

"He's not here," Grumpy said shortly.

"Actually he is."

A rose flew past the Enchantress's head, stabbing the wall. Everyone looked to see Charming walking casually into the room. He held one other rose in his hand, rolling it in his fingers. Kathryn couldn't help but notice that something seemed off, his face expression bored. Blue walked forward a few paces, saying, "Charming, where have you been!?"

"I was busy," Charming said dismissively, "With other things."

Kathryn couldn't help but feel a chill as she watched him. Blue folded her arms and scolded, "So busy you couldn't tell anyone?!"

"Why would I do that," Charming scoffed, "You're not my mother."

Blue looked at him strange, finally getting the sense that something was wrong. Beginning to back up, Blue asked, "Charming what-?"

"Time to sleep," Charming said, before lunging at her.

No one had any time to react quick enough.

"Blue!" Nova screamed, but soon found that she was frozen. Kathryn went to move, as well as others only to find herself freezing up unwillingly. The Enchantress finished waving her hand as she said, "Naïve…so naïve…"

Blue stumbled back, a rose stabbed directly into her heart. It was and orange red in color, something that made Blue widen her eyes in fear. The color soon began to drain, slowly turning the flower to a dusty brown. Blue fell as the flower turned to dust, staining her clothes. Her breaths became short and labored, her eyes fogging up. Swallowed she watched the Enchantress walk towards Charming.

"Wha-What did you-?"

"Alison's roses," Charming said coolly, "Once it's absorbs the substance, it seals up. However, if you cut the ending off, you can reuse the substance inside. "

"Why…?" Blue asked faintly as Charming smiled coldly. He looked at her with a casual expression as he said, "Because it was so easy…"

Blue finally fell unconscious as she fell to the floor. The Enchantress was holding the rose he had thrown at her and handed it to him saying, "Well done."

Charming took it from her, giving her a nod of the head. The Enchantress looked at them and said, "Which one?"

"Kathryn," Charming said, shortly. The Enchantress flicked her wrist and Kathryn fell to the floor. Grimacing, Kathryn felt a pain burn up into her shoulder. Staring up at Charming, Kathryn said shivering, "What did she do to you?"

"Nothing," Charming said smoothly, walking towards her casually, "She did nothing to me. I just had enough of these Mage's shoving us off to the side while they pick their favorites."

Kathryn went to get up only to feel the pain in her shoulder burn brightly. Kathryn grimaced, not understanding what was occurring. The Enchantress stared intently at her as Charming said, earnestly, "Haven't you wondered what they are doing? For all we know, they could be helping that evil witch. We may never see anything of the children again."

"We-We have to have faith-," Kathryn started and Charming growled, frustrated, "Faith isn't an option we have right now, we need to act. You surely don't want to lose Alison forever do you?"

"Never," Kathryn said, incredulously.

"Then join me," Charming said, "Stop fighting the Enchantress and she will bring her back to you. Stop fighting the Enchantress and she will bring back everything to all of us!"

The Enchantress was still watching Kathryn with a blank expression as Kathryn looked up again. The woman and her met eyes, Kathryn's blue one's piercing the dark eyes of the sorceress. There was a power swarming in them, trying to grab at something within her. But it was painful, it was hurting her. That's when it clicked with Kathryn at just what she was trying to do.

"The only guilt," Kathryn said, strongly, "I would have…is thinking of bringing Alison back to be at your mercy!"

Charming made motion to kick at her, a dark look finally over taking his face. But the Enchantress stopped him, raising up her hand. Charming found himself stepping back, glowering at Kathryn. The Enchantress bent down, grasping Kathryn's chin firmly. Soon Kathryn found herself staring into the eyes of the woman before her again, only to see that anger had entered her features.

"How dare you," The Enchantress said warningly, "Insinuate that I would harm her."

"It's not an insinuation," Kathryn said with a chilling calmness, "Because you already did."

If Kathryn hadn't suddenly fallen into her own shadow, the Enchantress's blow would have actually hit.

Kathryn heard Nova scream as they fell through the darkness. The wind blew against them mercilessly as they went flying down the hole. Kathryn suddenly saw a whirl of lights as they finally fell onto something cushioned. Groaning, Kathryn found someone pulling her to her feet saying, "That was hardly a smart thing to say."

"Jefferson," murmured Kathryn. They had fallen onto a pile of cushions in the middle of the room. Others were slowly gathering themselves to their feet as Tzila and Ryaden rushed over to the Blue Fairy. Red and August had dashed into the room, looking stricken and horrified. Jefferson helped her off the cushions as he said curtly, "If you really want to do what's best for Alison, keep quiet around powerful beings."

"Well that's rich coming from you Jefferson. Considering you're the reason Alice got in trouble with a powerful being to begin with."

Regina had come into the room, her arms crossed as Jefferson threw her a dark look. Letting go of Kathryn, he found himself walking over to the window and firmly planting himself on the window seat. Regina rolled her eyes but then asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Kathryn said, looking over at the Blue Fairy, "But she…"

"Is alive," Ryaden said, firmly, "What that blasted idiot used was a strong sedative. Even with my healing and herbs, she won't wake for a while."

"What the hell is wrong with Charming!?" Grumpy snarled, "Why would he turn on us?!"

"He wouldn't!" Red piped up, helping Archie to his feet. But even she couldn't help looking towards Tzila nervously. Tzila then shook her head and said, "I'm afraid I don't know what's wrong with him… It is quite possible that the Enchantress had poisoned him."

"Well that sounds promising."

"Granny!" Red said, relieved. She ran over to the elderly woman, who had come in holding her crossbow. Granny shifted as Red embraced her tightly. Red pulled back before letting concern take over her features. Looking behind her, Red asked, "Where's Belle?"

"Gold said he was going to get her," Granny said, frowning, "So he says. Something about a flux in the magic…"

Tzila closed her eyes and sighed softly. Everyone looked towards her, except Ryaden, looking worried and baffled. Tzila finally looked at them all again, except with a defeated expression. Tossing her dark hair back, Tzila said, "The curse is going to break…"

"So? Didn't the shadows cement themselves?" Happy asked.

"Yeah, why would it matte-achoo!" Sneezy rub his temple tiredly, "Why would it matter if it broke now?"

"Because it was the only thing keeping all the residence from being exposed to the Anti-Magic of this world." Tzila said sadly. Ryaden instructed Nova and some of the dwarves with taking her to another room. They did as she asked as Grumpy glared at them. He then stalked over to Tzila and said, "Alright, enough secrets. We have been waiting around, hoping for a plan that was going to fix this. We've lost Charming, we lost Emma and Snow, and we lost the children. When are you going to let us know what's going on!?"

"When we had answers for you!" Ryaden suddenly stood up and towered over them. Everyone jumped as his change in tone. Ryaden stalked over to Grumpy and said, "We were lost just as much as the rest of you. Your Mage, Master Yensid, disappeared when he went to go discover what was missing in Wonderland. Then the Enchantress reveals herself and separates us all. We had to hold the cards close to our chests in order to make sure she didn't realize what we were trying to fix."

"Wait-Fix?" Jefferson said, turning his head sharply. Tzila grimaced and said, "It's part of the story on why we had Regina working with us. Come with me."

Tzila walked towards the door, everyone watching after her. Ryaden gave one more look at Grumpy before following after her. Everyone followed after her, going down a long hallway. It was dimly lit, the only light coming from the candles. Soon they came to a large door made of nothing but stained glass. Tzila pushed it open to reveal a balcony with long tall pillars. The vines hung down around it, concealing the outside world. It was beautiful, even in its dead state. Right in the middle, tall and proud, stood a mirror made of the most splendid glass. The wood around it held it firmly in place, looking strong and firm. It was almost like ice, sending cool vibes off to them. Kathryn blinked at it as Jefferson said, "Is-Is that-?"

"Morgana's mirror," Regina finished, "Apparently she kept one here so she could connect back to the other world..."

"We needed it to save the children," Tzila said sadly, "It's the only way to get them back from that land. When Morgana disappeared through it, she broke the frame so we couldn't use it."

"So this is what you were working on," Midas said, going forward to examine the mirror. Ryaden nodded and said, "We didn't want to tell anyone in case the Enchantress found out and destroyed it all together."

"So why haven't we brought the children back through it yet?!" Kathryn asked surprised.

"Getting it to work again has been the difficult part," Tzila said, softly, "The woodsman was working non-stop in repairing the wood to withstand the magic. But we needed Regina to make sure it could work again."

"So that's why you kept coming here," Grumpy said looking at Regina with his same Grumpy look. Regina nodded and said, "They needed me, especially since Morgana disappeared to Antic."

"Is that a good thing?!" Archie asked.

"It would be," Tzila said softly, "IF that didn't mean we lose Sage and Jane as well."

"Can't they just come back?" Jefferson asked.

"No. We are only allowed to be here so we could get back what we lost. The rules of the Council prevent us from interfering in another Mages business. So with Jack gone, Morgana couldn't come back," Ryaden said shortly, "Same goes for Sage, who now has the Monster of Fear and same with Jane, who now has Peter."

"So wait," August said suddenly, "Are you telling me Jane can't come back!?"

"I'm saying the same reason she came through to begin with is completed," Tzila said, her voice firmly, "So she had to return to her world…"

"Will she be able to come back?!" snapped August and Ryaden said, "We're not sure! All we know is that unless Islet is fixed, no one from Neverland is getting back!"

August still glowered only to stop when Red put her hand on his shoulders. Jefferson, however, seemed extremely agitated by the suddenly play in events. Stepping towards the mirror, Jefferson immediately said, "Can we get through to the children?"

"Even if we were able to send someone through, there is still the matter of getting rid of the Anti-Magic. It would so much more harm than good to have them come back now," Tzila said sadly. She walked towards the balcony edge, twisting her hand around. The vines parted to reveal the evening sky. Kathryn gasped as she saw that there was a vibrant light coming from the town below. It was eerie, clearly awful in nature. Tzila swallowed and said, "Right now, it is safe to say that the Enchantress will do everything to stop us from returning to the Enchanted Forest…."

"But why?" Archie asked, confused as Pongo whined and dashed inside the house again. Tzila licked her lips as Archie looked back at where the dog ran in confusion. Grasping the skirts on her dress, Tzila whispered, "Why indeed…"

The air suddenly became very tense, making all of them breath heavy. Kathryn shifted uncomfortable as her father came closer. Red and August watched the town as August paled considerably. Red noticed his change in demeanor and held his arm reassuringly. Ryaden had come up next to the Mage of Shadows, only for her not to notice. Tzila closed her eyes and said softly, "She is releasing it…"

"Releasing what?" Midas asked, frowning at her.

"Just watch," Tzila said her voice cracking.

They didn't have to watch long.

Everyone jumped back as an explosion of light jolted towards the sky. It crashed into the invisible barrier right before the clouds in the sky. It crackled and thundered, causing many of them to cover their ears. The invisible barrier suddenly became very visible as the assault on the dome went on. The lightening roared, tearing through the shield and causing it to explode into flames. The group dashed towards the door, frightened by the scene surrounding them. They could feel it, the magic being pulled from the air. The curse was breaking, causing them to tremble in fear. The group had wished long ago that they would be free of this wretched curse, but they never wished for something more deadly in its place. Tzila and Ryaden remained while Jefferson stared up at the sky in horror.

"That can't be," Jefferson said, horrified, "She couldn't possible have it-!"

"She did I'm afraid," Tzila said softly, "Which explains how she was able to keep my world hostage for so long… what attacked us..."

The fire disappeared, the Anti-Magic still crackling through the air. However, all of them suddenly felt sparks surround them, magic filling the air about them. Tzila and Ryaden had raised their hands, a shield about the manor becoming more visible. It was white in color, illuminating their surroundings for a few moments. The light disappeared but the magic around them stayed the same. Tzila let her hand fall as Ryaden put his arm around his wife. Tzila watch the sky intently as she said, "Here it comes…"

"What is coming?!" Grumpy snarled only to have his question answered with a deadening roar.

A dark mass flew over the Manor in a loud rush of wind. It went down towards the town at a frightening speeds circling from overhead. It was a creature, that much was for certain. It was huge, it was dark, and it clearly had no friendly intention in its body. Roaring again, it blew Anti-Magic into the town at large droves. Tzila watched with sadness as Ryaden said in a low voice.

"The Jabberwock."