So this is how these story will be like: In every chapter, there's three acts. Each chapter is from a children tale (I couldn't possibly tell that it's for fairytales only since I have a lot of stories to incorporate). The acts are taken from the stories or in the film adaptations or the music. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS. RESPECTIVELY THEY ARE FROM THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS AND WRITERS. Please leave a review. they are very much appreciated and I promise to reply as soon as I can.
"You have a package." The lady warden came to her one morning.
What's worse than this day could get. Her throat was burning from suppressing a cry. No words came to her mouth. Not even a polite thanks to say to the woman.
The warden opened her package. From her fingers hangs a key and recognized it immediately. An achingly familiar, swan keychain.
"Congratulations, a car key when you get out of this cell." The woman said as its eyes averted to what she's holding, "Oh, and a baby. Congratulations, Ms. Swan." And turned away.
No. How could she have a baby in this filthy place? How could she raise this little nudger growing in her belly? What future could she give to this baby? None. She was nothing, a broken pieces of shattered glass. She has no life apart from this cell. The sun rises and fall and she's here in this god-forsaken prison cell. All because of the love she bore to the father of her child. And look what it's done to her? Rotten, abandoned for god knows how many times.
Love? No one can love her or would love her. Because she is nothing. What is it with her that people left her alone? Her biological parents who abandoned her on the side street near a forest? Do they really intend her to die in the most brutal form? Savaged by beasts? Or run over by a speeding truck? There is no love in that. And from orphanage to foster homes, one from another. No one takes her. No one wants her to be part of a family. She was treated like a trash and felt shit about it. And now, that man. That fucking man whom she trusted, whom she felt love for the first time, was gone with betrayal as an offering. He, too, abandoned her. And every people left her with more brokenness. They were more savages who takes her heart and kills it slowly. It was worse than a quick death.
So, this is love is. To love is to be broken.
Eighteen years, Mary thought. Living on a sheltered life but a life of desolation.
Eighteen years after the curse, what is left of their kingdom now?
Eighteen years, and still her daughter wasn't found.
Queen Mary, that was her new name. She remembered how they were found, her and James.
She was crying uncontrollably, still heart broken by how she let Emma fell from her arms. She could still feel the warm child slipping on her arms. In the pit of the abyss of the portal, she was steadying James and the painstaking sensation on her thighs was so immense. She knew blood seeps through her thighs because of the birthing. And the gravitational pull from the portal wasn't helping. Her arms were becoming numb as fear crept on her chest. It was only Emma that she needs to keep safe. Her Emma.
Then right before the abyss came with a surge of pull, her numbing fingers slipped their child. And then the frightening reality hit her.
Emma was gone.
She thought she would came first on the portal but none. Whilst James was lying unconscious on the ground, she gathered all her remaining strength to stood up and find her. But no trace of her. What kind of mother was she? A weak one that is. James became her pillar of strength when he woke up, but not as strong as the pain of losing her daughter, their daughter. And every day she grieves at her loss. Everyday, she lived with guilt.
They were found by two royal guards. At first they thought it was the queen's guards who found them, dressed in an odd armors. But to their surprise, the two bowed and said that they were searching for them. Two maidens, came to clothe her as another came to help James. And the most peculiar there is, was a plump man with a thin mustache.
"Your Majesty, the palace has been in dire distress of your loss. Not even in this time of month when you are heavy with a..." The color of his face slipped away, watching her state as words choked him. He clamped his mouth, horror stricken with her. "Lumiere!"
He called and out of the bushes came a thin and tall man. "What are you yelling at Cogsworth? And you don't think those culprits had hidden our majesties in this wild forest, are they? Forest full of wild animals and poisonous plants and sickening flowers?" The man was busy dusting off his dress. Then his eyes averted to her. "Your majesty, you're bleeding!" He shrieked. "Quick, we must take you to the physician. The child, the child..." He was frantic and scared.
But she was more scared at their nuisance. Who are they? And where are they? Why are they calling them as royal subjects? Were they still in the enchanted kingdom?
James must have felt her tense and her unspoken questions were out. "Who are you? And where are we?"
"The terrorists must have knocked your skull, King David. We are still in Sherwood at the forest just a mile away from the palace. We must hasten, Queen Mary is losing more of blood. I'm afraid our royal heir will in jeopardy if we linger a bit more." And before darkness consumes her, she felt safe at least.
England, it was the oddest place they had been but safest from the evil queen. And for eighteen years, not her shadow looms around. She was gone, she thought. But not forever, she knew.
A knock was heard, and from it, emerged her king. David.
"How was your day?" She stood up to greet him.
"Long, tiring and more paperworks. I didn't thought that we would still have the same responsibilities from our kingdom." He said and kissed her lips.
"Really? And pray, what responsibilities you have in your mind?" She teased.
"Well, I thought we would just become like ordinary people. Not addressed as royals, actually." He said and sat on a chair.
She sat on his lap. "And what becomes of you if you're a common man, David?"
"Probably on an animal shelter." He gazed at her. "Are you laughing at me?"
"No. I wouldn't dare." She hid the urged to smile at her husband's answer. "What have you got in your hand?" She reverted the topic. Surely her husband didn't came here just to say his desired peasant life.
"Your natal day is nearing and the parliamentary graces that in your honor, some prisoners will be pardoned by our generosity." He took a thick stack of paper. "These are the names of the prisoners. I'll leave it to your desk. You always had a good judge of character."
"You always had a great faith in me."
"Always, do." He dipped his head and kissed her fully on the lips.
"Still no lead to her?" She murmured.
"Snow," David sighed and pain stroke on his face. Like her, he still cannot forget the tragedy. The England mourned for the lost baby. The physician declared she had miscarriage but David and her insisted she birthed already. Science, as what this world says, would never understand the reality behind magic. Cogsworth and Mrs. Potts believed in them. Yet they had been advised to hid what had happend between them. The fewer people to know, the more safe it is for their daughter. Whoever abduct them would come for their child. That was what they told her.
Grievingly, she accepted it. She had to let their daughter live away from their fame and the evil people might have come for her. For the love she bore to her daughter, survival is the way for her. And every day, she believed that they will be reunited. And the family they dreamt of, will come true.
In the next two years, it was not easy and no sooner, she asked David to secretly find her. But to no avail, not a trace. There were thousands of little girl, named Emma, scattered all over the world, orphans and alike. She almost gave up. But love was stronger for her to gave up on her daughter. She knew, her daughter needed her, David too. So this is love, being apart and even miles apart, love didn't change.
When David left for another assembly, she scanned the papers he gave her. There were a hundred of names. Drug couriers, assassins, murderers, thieves, arsonists, and many other names to name evil. As she was turning the pages, she stopped at the blonde-haired young woman. Life truly is unfair. She read the profile. How sorry she was for this woman. Accused of thieving, drug trafficking. And all of the accusations, she denied. Why she even looks so innocent?
This world offers more evil, that, she thought.
And fate surely was cruel to her, she was pregnant.
There you have it. Please don't kill me for messing this up. Please leave a review. Yes, this is a Captain Swan, so please bear with me. I might give you a glimpse of Killie (that's what I call Killian, lol) in the next chapter or maybe not.