Sheriff Emma Swan paid a visit to the Oceano household. King Triton, or Mister Tristan Oceano, opened the door with a concerned look on his face. A few of his daughters stood behind him. They were nosey and curious to see who was visiting their home. They never got visitors. Never.

"Has…Ariel gotten into trouble?" asked Triton.

"No…I'm actually here to speak to Alana?"

"Alana?" Oceano looked at the officer with confusion.

"Yeah. Gold said that somebody broke into his shop and his home…again. He gave me a couple of names he was suspicious of. Alana was one of them."

"That doesn't make any sense. She can't even speak."

"That doesn't mean she's not capable of a crime, sir." Emma retorted.

Oceano gave Emma a stern look. "Very well. However, the curse did not break for her. You must call her by her Storybroke name."

"And that would be?"

"…Ursula," then the father stepped aside and gestured for her to let herself in. "She's right down the hall in the music room."

Emma tried not to be too fazed by the name. She knew the fairytale of The Little Mermaid. She knew that Ursula was the name of the sea witch. But in Storybroke she was learning that not all the fairytales rang true to the stories that she read.

Emma walked into the home. The further she got down the hallway the louder she could hear the piano playing. It could have been a cheerful song, but it was being played very slowly. It gave the music and eerie sense.

And there she was—the girl with chocolate brown hair. Her skin was pale, her eyes were focused on the keyboard. Her outfit was a mixture of purples and pinks—but somehow on her it worked. She barely had on make-up. She looked as if she had a cold.

"Ursula?" asked Emma. The girl didn't stop playing her music. She didn't look up at Emma, either. Yet somehow she knew that Alana was listening to her. Emma sat next to her on the music bench. "My name is Emma Swan. Do you know anything about Mister Gold?"

Alana gave her a second of eye contact.

"Someone broke into his shop last night. Could you tell…" it was then that she realized that it would be hard to get information from a mute. Emma looked at the doorway. One of her lighter brown haired sisters stood there. "Can you get me some paper and a pen?"

The sister nodded. In only a few seconds she got what Emma requested. "Thanks," she said.

Alana grabbed the paper and started to scribble down information.

"Don't listen to Gold," she wrote, "He hates me. He wants to frame me."

"Why would he want to do that?" asked Emma.

"He's a cruel man," wrote Alana. Her hand-writing was awful. It only showed Emma how desperate she was. "He stole something of MINE but he wants to make it seem as if I stole something of his."

"…and what did he steal from you?"

Alana stopped writing. Her hand was sore from being so harsh. Her hand had blue smudges all over it from the ink. Alana was left handed. Alana looked in Emma's eyes, sadly. The Sheriff could tell that the girl was telling the truth…but she still didn't know what Gold had stolen from her.

Alana's necklace swept back and forth across her chest as she tried to walk through the woods.

"This way, dearie!" Rumpel said. He seemed really gleeful. Alana was skeptical about it.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Why the queens palace, of course."

"Why?" She didn't exactly know who the queen was, but she already safely assumed there was a ruler of their land.

"That's where your sister is being kept!"

"What? Why? What is she going to do to her?"

"You need to calm down, dearie," Rumpel stopped in his tracks and turned to her. His voice lowered. "We'll get your sister out. The queen just wants something from your dear-ol'-dad. He's using Ariel to get it…"

"The trident."

"Exactly." Rumpel turned again. "We must hurry, dearie, before it is too late."

He grabbed her hand. The purple smog surrounded her again. This time, it transported them into her castle. "Behind that door is the dungeon, dearie. That's where she is keeping your sister. In there you'll need this~~" a sword morphed into Alana's hand. The heaviness nearly caused her to fall over. Rumpel gave a quick look of concern. "I shall go distract the queen."

With that, he was gone.

Alana turned to the door and walked right into the dungeon. She did not realize there would be so many guards there. She froze in a panic as they all came for her. That's when she started to sing.

Her voice echoed throughout the dungeon. Her soft of melodic voice caused them to feel at ease. Everyone liked Ariel's voice because it was full of power and song—it made everyone so happy. Alana's voice was a little more magical.

People called her the cursed mermaid.

Alana easily walked past the guards as long as she kept on singing. She looked inside each peephole of each cell. One girl was dressed in blue. Her long light brown hair covered her face. It wasn't her sister. Alana had to move on.

"Alana!" she heard. She looked and there she was. Her puffy red hair stuck out of her cell. Her soft and perfect hands wrapped around the bars.

"Sister!" Alana exclaimed. She hurried to her hand placed a hand on hers. "What happened to you?"

"It's a long story."

"Tell me how to get you out."

"The keys. They should be on the wall over there—"

Alana stood to get the keys, but the guards surrounded her with their weapons ready to be used. She stopped singing. Their trance was over. It was then that Alana realized that she dropped the sword Rumpel gave to her a while back. She didn't think she would need it.

Suddenly, each soldier got knocked down one by one. A human man fought them and won all by himself. Alana watched in confusion. Why would a human help them?

"Eric!" "Who are you?" Ariel and Alana spoke at the same time.

"You know him?" Alana snapped.

"Alana, please listen," Ariel said softly. "I fell in love with him…"

"He's a human," she looked at her sister in disgust.

"I know but—"

"It's a human who killed our mother. A human who locked you in here!"

"…Not quite." Said another voice. A fog circled near Eric and Alana. A beautiful woman appeared wearing large clothing and an evil grin on her face. Alana could hear Eric whisper "The queen…"

Alana glared at the woman. "Let go of my sister," she hissed.

"No," the queen replied with a grin. "Your sister and I had a deal. If she were to let the boy fall for her without her voice in three days then she could be free. However if she failed she promised to be mine forever."

"You gave up your voice?" Alana hissed at her sister.

"As you can see her voice has been restored. The deal is up. She's just owning up to the contract."

Alana looked to Eric, and saw the way he stared at her sister. Ariel paid no attention to the fact that Alana was given legs to save her.

"I'll give you this chance to leave my kingdom in one piece. You failed."

"Not quite…take me instead."

"What?"

"I'll take my sister's place for her happiness."