A/N: I wanted to post this yesterday, but I had a Christmas party to go to and was back at around midnight. I hope you like this chapter; I think it's a bit better written than the first, but who knows? Also, just posted pictures of people that best fit the idea of my OC's on my profile and a picture of the white nightgown she wears.

Please, please review! *Begs on knees and offers food.*

Well on with the story, see you soon-with a longer chapter!

A slow breeze blew in through the bare window, waking Rose Red from the deep sleep she had fallen in after meeting her shadow and getting taken to-well to wherever she was, she wasn't completely sure where she was. Unsurely, Rose Red crept out of the bed silently with one rose-pink lip captured between her teeth. Her bare feet that were covered in mud and her dirty white gown trailed on the floor. She wove her hand into her deep brown hair, forgetting about the flowers on her head and flung them off her head and down the wooden steps. Her hand fell out of her hair as she ran down the steps, cringing slightly as her feet sunk into the mud.

Her sharp blue eyes scanned the grassy and muddy floor; she even looked up into the blossoming trees, sadly noting she didn't see it. Rose Red creased her eyebrows in confusion; she wasn't sure where her flower band could have gone. It just didn't make sense. None of this made sense. If this was her afterlife, wasn't she supposed to decide what happened and what didn't? She most defiantly didn't want this.

"Looking for this?"

Startled, Rose Red's head shot up and her eyes met a green-blue color of a boy around her age eyes. He spoke in an unfamiliar accent; he was dressed in poorly sewn clothing of different materials in earth tones. Her smirked at her mockingly and held up the flower headband between two fingers, completely oblivious to how important it was.

"Give that to me." Rose Red ground out, her face contorting into anger; she moved to walk forward when he waved his other hand at her.

"Ah, ah, ah," He tsked in mock disappointment, his malice filled eyes giving him away, "Is that the nice way to ask?"

Her gaze hardened and she breathed deeply, "You don't look like you do things the nice way."

"You know what I don't." He agreed with her, shrugging his shoulders, "What's stopping me from snapping this?"

"No!" Rose Red shrieked out without realizing it, her eyes widened and fear overtook the fire that was once in them.

"Please don't," She pleaded.

"Fine I won't," He assured, before smirking again and bringing up a mock friendliness that was so strong that if his eyes didn't give him away Rose Red would have believed him to be honest, "As long as you give me what I want."

"Which is what?" Rose Red questioned, her guarded rising again and her angry making forming itself on her face again.

"You tell me why suddenly another island formed next to mine." His voice deepened and was laced with so much anger that Rose Red stepped back before questioning in confusion.

"That's where I am?" Her face dropped all anger and she looked innocently confused, which must have angered the boy.

"You don't know where you are?" He sounded amused at her confusion, and looked down on her with a patronizing glance. "Well my island is pretty different from yours."

To emphasis his point, he turned around and looked at her flower bushes and trees and little birds and animals that wandered around.

Rose Red couldn't help but ask him, "What is yours like, where are we?"

"My island is occupied with my Lost Boys; we can live forever in Neverland-which is my island, you're another island yourself. So tell me: Where are we, it's your island, you decide." He raised an eyebrow at her and for a moment his smile seemed genuine.

"I don't know," Rose Red replied flatly, her mind racing with this new development, she couldn't help but ask, "How different is yours from mine?"

"Well for starters, mine is run by boys and definitely doesn't have flowers and little birdies on it. We do have a few mermaids, but that's another story." His words were mocking as he sneered at her island of sorts, "My island is a place were lost and pain filled boys can escape to."

"Mine must be for girls then." Rose Red pointed out, everything finally sinking in. "I guess then it's my turn to go rescue some lost people."

Before he could reply, a smirk made its way onto her face and her shadow swooped in and they both flew away, leaving the boy to realize they had taken the flower headband too, without him noticing.


Rose Red stared at the pathetic gray building in front of her, making her glare harden as she stormed into Willow Tree Orphanage. It was still early in the morning in the Enchanted Forest, the brick halls silent as her bare feet padded their way through the cool stone floors. Rose Red's gaze was unwavering as she stopped in front of the room she used o occupy. The door was thrown open and she walked into the room, the aura around her screaming that she was in charge now, the slightly sinister aura.

One of the younger girls, a twelve year old named Milania with bright orange hair and brown eyes that screamed abandonment and naivety, woke up at stared at the girl who nobody noticed almost died last night.

"Anastasia, what are you doing up?" Milania questioned while rubbing her eyes.

Instead of answering her or bothering to correct her about her name, Rose Red turned her attention to the other six girls that were waking up. Silently, Rose Red beckoned them towards her, as if she were about to share a secret. The girls, albeit confused, staggered forward in sleep as Rose Red silently raised her other hand that was clasped around a single red rose flower. She delicately blew onto the flower and a pink and yellow powder flew out and each girl took on a dazed look. Satisfied, Rose Red told them to follow her, which the girls did without questioning the small girl.

Rose Red led them to the outside of the orphanage where she proceeded to shake the rose above her head, silently thanking her shadow for telling her about the special roses that grew on her tree's branches, the tree she lived in now. The yellow and pink powder swirled around the thin frame of Rose Red and danced into each curl and twisted around each gaunt limb. Stretching a hand outwards, Rose Red's hands locked with one girl, a girl a year older who was very tall named Thea, who grasped hands with another girl and so on. With each girl interlocked like a chain, the powder danced in the wind over to each interlocked hand and twisted around it. Slowly, they flew into the sky, each one still holding their dazed expression.


The landing was rough, seeing as Rose Red could barely fly by herself, let alone with seven other girls. Each girl tumbled to the ground when exhaustion sank into Rose Red a few feet off the ground. With varying shrieks and yells the girls all fell to the grassy clearing, one girl being unlucky enough to land in a sparse muddy spot and another hanging from a pink blossom tree before falling into a bright green bush.

Rose Red stumbled over to her tree and leaned against the archway that had seeped open, ignoring the startled gasps from the others at that, absently wondering if that was what she sounded like the other day. Her breaths were deep and all too soon she was feeling better. She looked over at the other girls, the dazed expression gone-now replaced with confusion. Each girl looked over to Rose Red, clearly remembering what happened.

"Ana, what just happened? We flew and you took us, took us here!" Thea yelled out in confusion, "Why did I feel all the pain I felt from my parents dying and that unwanted feeling when you put that flower stuff on us?"

Rose Red winced internally before sauntering over to the tall blonde, staring into the dark green eyes, "My name is Rose Red now, and I gave you all a place where we could be free-where we could be the Free Girls we are. We live forever, we do what we want, and we can never be abandoned again!"

She looked at each girl, seeing how her strong and convincing words from his speech of sorts were affecting them. However, it wasn't enough; they needed one more push to get them to want to stay.

"We can be each other's family, the one we would have never gotten back there, in this magical island-where we can be a family forever."

Those last words pushed the girls into freely staying and each one eagerly wondered to a tree and marveled as it did the same it had done on Rose Red's first day.

None of the girls noticed the slightly sinister smirk on her face, just as she didn't notice the fully sinister smirk on a certain boys face from inside Rose Red's tree.