I continued running for what seemed like hours, forcing my legs to push past the pain. All I wanted was to find something, a small village or even a passerby would suffice. Anything to help me out of this confusion I've found myself in.

After passing an overturned log, my running came to an abrupt halt. My breathing hitched in my throat, making my already screaming lungs just about to burst.

I had just heard that, right? My mind wasn't playing tricks on me? I turned my head every which way, trying to find the source of the noise. It sounded so familiar, but different at the same time. Weird, I know. It had almost sounded like…

My thoughts were cut off by a force knocking me to the ground.

After the impact I quickly gathered my fallen items and rose to my feet, brushing the dirt off my clothes.

"I am so sorry," the voice pleaded. "I didn't see you."

Yes, that voice was familiar. My head instantly snapped up and my eyes widened at the figure standing before me.

It was my grandmother, Snow White.

It was her, I reasoned. But she was much younger than the woman I grew up knowing. This Snow had longer hair and not a single line marked her face. It had been her voice I heard, she was calling for someone.

How was this possible? When I left Storybrooke, Snow was cooking dinner. Something was wrong. I had felt it when I first arrived in the Enchanted Forest, if that is even what this place is. I'm not sure anymore.

Snow's eyebrows furrowed and I realized that I had just been openly staring at the woman. She must think I'm insane! Maybe I am.

"You're Snow White," I stammered.

The woman stiffened at the name. "How do you know that," she demanded, her eyes fixed on mine.

She has no idea who I am! I'm starting to think that I didn't just teleport into the Enchanted Forest anymore. If a young-looking Snow White and the absence of happiness is anything to go by, I'd say I must've traveling into the past. Is that even a real thing, time travel?

"Answer me," she demanded, her voice wavering.

"I saw your wanted poster on a tree." Good, play along. I can't have anyone, even my own grandmother, suspect anything. I've seen time travel movies. I don't want to cause any changes.

The woman seemed to be having a mental debate going on inside her head, probably on whether she could trust me or not. I should say something reassuring.

"Relax," I began. "I'm not going to turn you in."

Snow visibly relaxed and let out a deep breath. "Good." She glanced over my attire. "What land are you from," she questioned.

"The North," I lied. Judging by the look on her face, I take it Snow didn't believe it.

"I'll let you keep your secrets since you're keeping mine," she said calmly.

"Thank you." I really need to work on my lying skills, especially if I'm going to be stuck here for a while. God, I hope not. "Where were you heading?"

"To a small village to get supplies. I won't stay long." Snow seemed surprised at her admission. Maybe a part of me seems familiar to her, the Charming part. I could use this to my advantage. Wait, did she say village?

"How far away? I'm only asking because I've been searching for somewhere to rest."

"About ten miles west. Would you like to join me?" She seems to trust me. Maybe she could help me figure out when, exactly, I am. And how to get home.

"Yes, please."

We start heading west, carrying a light conversation as we went.

After we made it to the outskirts of the village, Snow managed to learn some things from my past. I tried to remain as time-conscious as possible, but I might've dropped a few hints.

I told her that my name was Amelia, my age and that I lived in a land that is very different than this. I didn't go into details but she flashed me her classic 'this conversation's not over' look and moved on to another topic.

We were currently talking about Snow's encounter with the Trolls when Snow quickly pulled me down, hiding us behind a hay cart.

I was about to question her when I chanced a glace up and saw a black carriage. At my questioning gaze Snow said in a dreading voice, "It's Regina."

When the woman in question revealed herself she had a scowl on her face. She was wearing an all-black dress, which was unlike anything I could ever imagine my mother wearing, and high laced leather boots. No, this woman couldn't possibly be my mother. In fact, she's not. This was the Evil Queen.

I had heard stories about her growing up. I heard about all of the terrible things she did and how she was out for Snow's head. She is not a woman you want to mess with.

We were doing a pretty good job of hiding until the Evil Queen revealed a woman screaming for help, forcing me to reveal my position. Snow tried to pull me down but it was too late.

"Let her go!" I couldn't control myself as my inner savior took over. Instantly, the queen's head snapped to me and I regretted saying anything.

"You dare question your queen," she scoffed. "Show some respect. It's your majesty." Her eyebrow rose, challenging me, but I knew better than to cross her.

"My apologies, your majesty." I held in the anger I felt for the woman, reminding myself that this isn't my mother. I curtsied to her and she nodded in approval, though her eyes remained scanning my form.

"Where are you from?"

I hesitated. She knows something's off. I should've stolen some clothes or something. I wish I focused harder on my transformation lesson this week. That could've saved me the trouble. "The Northern Isles."

"You look…familiar." Her expression was unreadable. I couldn't help but feel the nervousness creep in. She knows something's up. What if she starts asking questions? Mom always knows when I'm lying. This is bad.

I ended up being taken captive by her guards and locked in her dungeon. I stayed there for a couple hours until the guards returned, leading me to their queen's chambers.

"Listen, I know you're wanting to kill me now but trust me, you don't," I pleaded. I can't die at the hands of my own mother. Not only would I be dead, but my real mom would have to deal with the fact and memories of killing me.

"And why is that," she challenged.

I hesitated for a moment, debating my options, when all of a sudden her full-length mirror lit up. Both of our attentions were now on the mirror and I felt relieved to have the pressure off me for a moment to sort out my thoughts.

"Stop!"

It was my mom's voice! It didn't come from the queen. I looked up to see my mom's image in the mirror, my real mom.

"What the hell is this," demanded the queen. "What kind of sorcery are you working here, child?"

"I," I managed to squeak before getting cut off.

"You step away from my kid or else I will walk right through this mirror and beat the crap out of you myself!"

There's Ma. Or as you probably know her, Emma Swan.

"And who are you supposed to be, dear," the queen mocked.

"The savior who's not afraid to kick your ass."

Damn, Ma's cool.

"Listen, dear," my mother began. "I know this is strange, seeing your older self and all, but somehow my darling daughter has transported herself back in time and I really would hate having the memory of killing my only daughter."

The queen turned to me and her hands instantly grabbed my face, examining my features. After a moment, she stepped away and brought a hand to her mouth in shock. "It's true."

I offered her a half smile and said, "Hi, Mom."