Hi, everyone! Welcome to Distant Melody. This is an AU story so if something seems amiss from the show, you now know why. I would just like to thank everyone who has/will read this story. I'm not going to say too much as that will spoil the entire plot. I really just wanted to take this moment to say hello and that (like all who post on here), I am in no way affiliated with Once Upon a Time or ABC. I do not own the characters, though aspects of them will be of my own creation.
I would also like to request any reviews/input you would like to give me. I will be editing and updating as often I can. Still, I would love to hear some feedbacks from my lovely fellow Oncers!
Isabel stood on the docks, watching the waves rock back and forth. Something about the ocean made her feel at peace. Charlie had spent almost the entire night asking questions about his father. No matter how many times she tried to change the subject, he would just return to the topic five minutes later. Guilt ate at her. She felt horrible for avoiding the answer he desperately sought. Closing her eyes, she let the ocean air fill her lungs. It cleared her mind, soothed the worry she felt.
Things were changing in Storybrooke. Ever since Emma Swan arrived in town, Charlie started wondering things about himself. Things like who he was. Isabel found that she questioned the same thing about herself. Like Charlie, her memories didn't add up. The things she thought were true didn't seem as true. How could she answer his questions when she was having her own that she couldn't answer? None of it made any sense. Her memories were conflicting with one another. She remembered things that she wasn't sure were even real. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt as if she were flying. At first, she thought it was just another vivid dream, but they seemed far too real. She didn't know what to think so she didn't.
"Mom," Charlie's voice pulled her focus from the ocean.
She turned to face him with a smile. "How was school, hun?"
"They wouldn't let me play at recess. They called me a pipsqueak," he shrugged.
Isabel chuckled. "I'm sorry to hear that, love. Ready to go home?" she asked walking up to the little boy.
"Can we go to Granny's? I'm starving," he told her.
"Of course," she grinned at him. "You paying?"
"I'm eight, and I spend my allowance on comic books," he scoffed.
"Then dinner's on me," she giggled, ruffling his dark brown hair. "Let's go. Don't want you passing out from starvation."
Isabel took one last glimpse of the ocean before following Charlie towards the diner. Whatever drew her to the ocean would have to be put on hold. Her peace would have to wait. As they walked towards Granny's, a breeze blew through Storybrooke that shook the two of them to the core.