A/N: So I have managed to get two chapters up today! Whew, I probably won't post another chapter until later this week or next week sometime. I've got chapter four and five written already though, so I might just get impatient and post quicker than that, who knows. This chapter is basically just filler to get us from point A to point B, next chapter is when things start heating up storyline wise so watch out. As for the story in itself, remember that I own nothing except my delusions. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. I don't usually do first person stories but this one is just flowing out of me like a waterfall so, who am I to deny my muse?
A lot happened over the next few years. It turned out that Regina, an old rival of my mother's, had cursed our lives shortly before my birth. We were actually from a whole other world called The Enchanted Forest. As if that wasn't enough of a shock, apparently I was also a princess back in that world. My mother, who I'd always known as Mary Margaret, was actually Snow White. Her and my father David ruled an entire kingdom back in The Enchanted Forest, something I couldn't even fathom. When I was twelve my parents broke the curse on our town and took us back to The Enchanted Forest. It was nice and all, and there were perks to being a princess, but it wasn't home. As much as I wanted it to be, if only to please my parents since they seemed so happy to be back, it just didn't feel like home to be. Storybrooke was home, life was simpler there. Plus, Storybrooke was where I'd met Killian, and because of that it would always be special to me.
Our family live in The Enchanted Forest for the next ten years, before Regiona got her second chance at revenge. Shortly after my eighteenth birthday, The Evil Queen as Regina was known in this world, tried once again to curse my parents and all their loyal subjects. I wasn't entirely sure what The Evil Queen had against my mother, but it must have been important to her to curse us twice. This time around, Regina was smarter and placed a border on the town so no one could leave. Anyone that did was hurt in some way, but I still thought she hadn't quite learned from her mistakes. Once again we were all back in Storybrooke, the only difference being that this time, time stopped. We were stripped of our memories and the lives we'd lived until that point and thrust into a town we couldn't leave. It was torture, the worst part being that I was back in Storybrooke but couldn't remember why I'd been itching to get back there so badly in the first place. We all took on our cursed personas for another eight long years, not aging or growing in any way.
I can't tell you how exactly I broke the curse, but I knew I had my son to thank for it. He was the greatest gift to come from the crazy life I had lived so far. Henry was the product of a two year mistake with a man named Neal, who I'd met shortly after my return to Storybrooke. Knowing nothing about him except that he'd caught me red-handed trying to steal his car, because I loved yellow and was being dumb, we fell madly in love quicky and recklessly. But then he played me for a fool and ran off with some young girl he'd met at the local bar, which I wish I could have found ironic if I could remember Killian. But the curse prevented that of course.
After the curse was broken, I found out his real identity. Neal wasn't just Neal, but also Baelfire, who happened to be Rumplestiltskin's son. I only knew of Rumplestiltskin thanks to my parents, they'd told me all about The Dark One and his wicked ways. Our family tree was becoming a tangled web of confusion. But Henry was the light amid a dark tunnel, he was the best parts of me and I loved him more than my own life. When he wasn't with me or my parents after the curse was broken, he was usually with Regina. Henry took it upon himself to rehabilitate Regina into a good person, a hero as he called all of us. He was always the type to see the best in people, no matter how dark their hearts. He believed that everyone could be a hero if given the chance. Needless to say, him and Regina grew rather close over time and it warmed my heart to see Henry really inspiring people to be better versions of themselves.
I now worked for the law in Storybrooke, more specifically as the acting Sheriff. I guess Co-Sheriff would be more accurate though, as my father helped me out a lot in keeping peace in the town. It was a very daunting task, as Rumplestiltskin (or Mr. Gold as he was known in this world) had brought magic to Storybrooke shortly after the curse was broken in order to find his son. It took him all of three seconds as Neal ended up being right under his nose living in Storybrooke. Nobody could leave the town even with the curse broken, there was a barrier on the town line that we couldn't seem to break. It was good to know that no one could find Storybrooke, so nobody would stumble upon a bunch of fairytale creatures living in the modern world. But it did suck in terms of getting space from people you didn't want to see.
Since no one had aged while under the curse, I was just barely over the drinking age and basically running the town with my parents and Regina, who'd kept her position as Mayor of Storybrooke after retiring from her life of relentless revenge against my mother. It had been quiet in the town for the last couple weeks. My father was spending all of his time working on a way to get us back to The Enchanted Forest, something I was pretending to be excited about. Storybrooke would always be home to me, though I could understand why my parents were so eager to go back.
It was currently a sunny day in mid-July, and once again it was quiet in the town as I sat at the desk in the sheriff's station tossing a ball made of rubber bands into the air. Work had been like this for so long now that I was starting to believe nothing crazy would ever happen again, but I knew that was silly. In a town with magic and a bunch of fairytale creatures, something was bound to happen eventually. I felt bad for wishing something would happen. I'd been spending a lot of my free time down at the station, both to help out my dad and escape my mother's incessant questioning about when I would settle down and get married. I think she just wanted another grandchild to spoil.
I didn't want to just get married to some guy because I was getting older, especially if my choices were the men of Storybrooke. Of all the available "suitors" as my mother called them, I couldn't picture a life with any of them. They were all friends of mine to some degree, but there was never anything romantic with any of them. Sure, some of them flirted openly with me from time to time, but it was never a feeling I returned. I'd been burned too badly by Neal, and in doing so had closed my heart off to any sort of romance. Plus, no matter how many years had passed or how hard I tried, I couldn't forget the sea blue eyes that haunted my dreams since Killian had moved away all those years ago. I really wanted to forget about him entirely, especially since I hand't seen or heard from him since I was seven years old. But something prevented me, and his younger self was cropping up in my dreams often over the years. It was maddening, as if fate was determined not to let me let him go.
"Emma, we have a situation," My father's voice said through the walkie-talkie sitting on the desk, pulling me from my thoughts. I internally cheered as I grabbed the small device, glad to finally have something to do.
"What's going on?" I asked him curiously, speaking into the small black box and trying to keep the excitement out of my voice.
"You might want to come down to the docks," David said simply, which made me even more curious. It clearly had to be important, he wouldn't have called me if he could handle it on his own. I stood up quickly and grabbed my keys, twirling them once around my finger as I looked around to make sure I wasn't forgetting anything.
"On my way," I told him before clipping the radio to my belt and walking out to where my yellow bug sat right in front of the sheriff's station.