Descendants 14
Chapter 14
Episode 8
Flashback: A young teenager fled from a house and ran down the street. A few people noticed him and wondered what his hurry was. He ran quicker than he ever had before. Adrenaline filled his body. He ran so quickly, he passed the motel trying to stop.
He entered the motel lobby and helped in for a night. The young teen enters his room, with no luggage and sat on the bed, sighing heavily. He buried his face in his hands wiping his new tears away.
Then he heard a noise from inside the closet of him motel room. Cautiously, he got up and stepped closer to the closet door. He held up his fist and opened the door.
He stepped back in surprise. "Who are you? What are you doing in my room?"
The person inside stepped out, revealing herself. Standing in front of this boy, was a girl his age with curly dirty blonde hair and was holding something behind her back. "I'm Lyra," she answered. "I ended up in here by mistake. I was being chased by these men with odd heavy vests and badges in their leaver coats."
"You're hiding from the cops?" He asked.
"Is that what they're called? I don't know what their problem is. They yelled at me and chased me just for taking a drink of water from the fountain." Lyra said.
"Do you mean the Fountain of Eve?"
Lyra tilted her head.
"There's a large. Statue in the center."
"Oh yes. That was it."
"Yeah, it's for public display. You know, to throw coins in for get of luck."
"What an absurd thing to do." Lyra said. "What's your name?"
"Will Parry."
"Will, can you help me find my mother? She lives somewhere in this world?"
Will gave her a confused look. "Obviously she's here on earth. Somewhere."
"Do you know her? Her name is Emma Swan?"
"Doesn't ring a bell. Actually, I'm in need of a little help too. I'm hiding from those men in the uniforms too."
"Oh. What did you do?"
He gave her an odd look. "The point is they're after us, so we need to work together to get around this city." He said.
Lyra turned around and pulled out her compass. She asked it, "Can I trust him?" Yes.
"What's that you got there?" he asked.
"It's a compass," she turned to face him. She asked the compass, "Where is my mother in this land?" Maine, United States. "Will, can you take me to Maine, United States?"
He squinted his eyes, "What? That's a bit far from here. We're in London. We're not even in the same continent."
"How do we get there? What do we need?"
"Money."
"Then let's go get some," she smiled.
Will and Lyra left the motel and headed for the mall. The walked across the street and Lyra asked Will, "What's that noise?"
"It's the beeper, from the crosswalk." He said.
"What are those?" she pointed at these dark dots all over the road.
"Gum," he said, plainly. "You don't get out much do you?"
"I'm new to this land."
"You mean London? You don't sound like a tourist."
"I'm not. I don't think I am."
They crossed the street and walked on the sidewalk. Luckily there was a lot of people around, so they weren't so open. Lyra was perplexed by all these contraptions and different scenery.
They reached the mall and got a change of clothes. They walked into a clothing store and he whispered, "follow my lead," grabbed a bag, ripped off the tag, and walked out of the store. Lyra copied him.
Lyra smelled sweets from inside a store, but Will gestured her away.
Inside the next store they went inside were lots of clothes. He whispered, "Alright, grab a few outifts you like, then take them to the dressing room, and shove them in your bag. But not all of them. That's too suspicious."
"Okay?" Lyra said. She walked around and observed some of the outfits. How peculiar their clothes are. What is this think blue material? She grabbed a few pairs in different sizes, and some other shirts and a few casual dresses. She tried them all on. Are these pants supposed to be this tight?
"Psst, are you almost done in there? What's taking you so long?" Will asked from the changing room adjacent to hers.
"Just another minute. Be patient!" She said.
Will rolled his eyes and shook his head. He left the store and waited for her to follow. She decided on a pair of jeans to take with her and two shirts. She took two dress with her as well, leaving behind one dress, two shirts, and three jeans. She started to walk out of the store when the manager called her. "Excuse me, miss. You with the stuffed purse."
Lyra kept walking and met Will outside the store. "I think we should go," she said.
"Thief!" The manager shouted.
Will gave a 'really?' look to Lyra just before taking off. They ran across the crowded mall, full of adrenaline. Will noticed her smiling and said, "Is this amusing to you? We're being chased by the police. They could lock us up."
"This is an adventure," she said.
The ran a bit further, then Will hid in a hallway and pulled her inside with him. Leaning against him, Lyra heard his fast heart beat.
They found a bathroom in the hallway and changed their clothes. Further down was an exit from that hallway and the two headed for another place.
"Where are we going?" Lyra asked him.
"The library," he said.
Lyra spotted a ferret on the ground, near a sewer and stopped. She remembered her beloved Pan and started to cry.
"What's the matter?" Will asked.
She closed her eyes and wept. He put his hands on her shoulders then looked around. "The idea is to not draw attention."
Lyra cried a bit more, then wiped her eyes, nodding.
At the library, they went up to the second floor where there were laptops. Lyra looked at it with curiosity while Will turned it on.
"Is it magic?" Lyra asked him.
"Sure," he said. "In a way. I makes time go by faster and makes you forget your troubles."
He looked up the information about Lyra's mother, while Lyra looked around the library. She pulled out many books and read the back covers. She climbed up the ladder and moved around much. A few people were looking at her.
When she rejoined Will, he told her what he discovered. "So your mom was actually found on the side of a highway as an infant, by a little boy. Then she was the foster care system-"
"The what system?" She asked.
"Foster Care. Like for when you don't have parents, or they can't take care of you. So social services take you away and puts you in the foster system."
"Were you in the foster system?"
"No." he made a face. "Were you?"
"I didn't even grow up here."
He looked back at the lap top. "She got in trouble a lot. She got arrested at 17 for theft and spend almost a year in jail." He gestured her to look.
Lyra's eyes fixated on the image of Emma Swan. It may have been a mug shot, but it was the first on only picture Lyra had ever seen of her. "I have her chin," she smiled.
"Do you not see the headline? She was arrested." Will said.
"So, we stole too. Is this all you found?"
"Please read this article."
"Why? I see the headline. What more is there?"
Will looked at her then back at the laptop. He went back and forth until her sighed and listened to him. He moved over one seat so she could see the screen better. She read the first paragraph sighed again. She kept on reading and Will looked at her waiting for her to say, "Gave birth in prison? A boy!? I have a brother?"
"There it is," Will said.
"I have a brother," Lyra repeated.
"Yep," Will nodded.
"I have a mother and a brother."
"Pretty sure you have a father too," Will sassed. He moved the laptop over and showed her another article. "She lived in Boston as a Bail-bonds person after jail, then moved to Maine. I can't find Storybrooke on a map, so I suggest we go to Maine and ask around?"
"Okay. Let's go." She stood up.
"Not so fast. We need money for a ticket and a passport. And a plan."
They left the library and went to a food court to buy lunch. Will had a few dollars on him and got them each a burger and shared fries, with a soda.
Lyra looked at the food. "What is this?"
"Okay, are you from another world?" he asked.
"Yes." Lyra said.
"What?"
"I'm from my world. Or the world I grew up in. It's quite different from here. We have deamons, our souls in the form of an animal."
Will looked horrified, "I'm going to go now," he stood up.
"No, don't. Please, we need each other."
"I think I'll take my chances rather than stay with the mad girl."
"I am not mad!" she whispered. "I can prove it. But not right now. After we eat."
He sat back down and they eat their meal. When they finished, she reached in her bag for her Golden Compass to prove that she's not crazy. She put the bag on her lap and searched again.
"Is this some sort of magic trick?" He was annoyed.
"No! It's my compass. I put it in my bag but it's not here." Lyra stressed.
"Okay."
"Yo don't understand. That compass is very important."
"We can find other things to sell to earn the money for the tickets-"
"I wasn't going to sell it! It's priceless." She stopped looking. "We need to retrace our steps."
"Look, the purse has been with you this whole time, except when we were at the library."
Lyra looked at him, fearful. "The bag was at our table. Did you notice anyone come by? Oh my gosh, someone stole the compass. What if they know what it does?"
"Calm down," Will stood up, "They probably thought it was real gold and will try to sell it. We can visit some pawn shops if you want? The library is closed now."
The sun was setting as they walked into a pawnshop. They asked about the compass with no luck. They tried two more then Will suggested going back to the motel.
"We can't just give up. We need to find that compass, Will," Lyra said.
"It's dark out. I'm not walking around this town at night like this." Will said.
"Excuses, excuses," Lyra folded her arms.
"Look, it's your compass. You're the crazy one. You go get it." Will said.
"Come on Will. Please."
"What do I have to gain from this?"
"The experience of a lifetime," Lyra smirked.
That response was enough for him go with her.
They asked several people for over an hour until finally a man helped them out. "You're looking for your compass. I can help you," he lead them to a large estate. This man was in his 40s and dressed nicely. There was a certain physique about him.
Inside the estate were lots of framed paintings hung up, decorative flowers and vases on glass tables, etc. The man gestured them to sit in the living space. Will and Lyra sat on one sofa, across from this man.
"You have her compass, don't you?" Will said.
The man smiled at Will. "My name is Charles Latrom, but you can call me Boreal."
"What do yo want, Boreal?" Lyra asked.
Two mean stood on each end of the sofa Lyra and Will were one. Boreal opened a box and revealed the Golden Compass. Lyra stood up, but a guard pushed her back.
"That's my compass!" Lyra said. "What do you want with it?"
"Well it's Golden and it's pretty fascinating. I've never seen anything like it." Boreal said.
"You called us over here for this?" Will asked.
"I called you here because I have a propisition for you. We clearly want his compass back desperately and I would be willing to make a trade." Boreal said.
"Trade what? We don't have anything?" Will said.
"There is an object that I am interested in obtaining. The trouble is the current own-he won't let me in his house. He doesn't want to part with this object."
"You want us to steal it." Lyra said.
"Correct."
"Steal what exactly?" Will asked.
"A knife. It has a green handle and is incredible sharp. It's about ten inches. Make sure you get the right one." Boreal said.
"We haven't agreed," Will said.
"If you want the Golden Compass back, you'll have to fetch me the Subtle Knife."
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Will trudged into the neighborhood. "It's probably like 10pm. I want ot be sleeping right now."
"Shhhh," Lyra said, "We must not be seen."
"Everyone is asleep like we should be." Will said.
"Do you want to wake up everyone? Shhh."
They went up to the address given by Boreal and saw his lights were still on. "He's awake," Will said. "Okay, I'll get the knife, you distract him."
Lyra knocked on his door and the man answered. He was a big heavy in the torso area and was balding. "What?"
"Can I use your bathroom?" Will asked, "I really have to go."
"And you're the only house with their lights one. Everyone else is asleep." Lyra added.
"Shouldn't you kids be home?"
"We're on our way sir," Will said. "But I can't wait." Will moved and fidgeted.
The man turned to close the door then Lyra said, "If you don't he'll go on your pretty flowers."
The man irritated allowed Will inside. "The bathroom is down the hall, second door on the left. Hurry up. And clean up when you're done."
Lyra stood in the doorway and tried to make conversation. The man was uninterested so Lyra ranted about some made up events of the day. "So Timmy pushed me and I told him to grow up them Tanya came up and added her two-sence."
Will went down the hall and checked the man's room for the knife as described. He checked the dresser, under the bad, under the mattress, and in the pillow. He found a bookshelf in the closet, and noticed a book with no name. He took it out and opened it. It was a decoy and inside was the knife. He picked it up and placed it behind him.
He put the book back and a second later, the man tackled him. Will and the man fought each other, then the man got the knife back and pointed it at Will. "Boreal sent you. When will he realize it's not that easy. He can't just have the knife and expect it to work for him."
"It's my bargaining chip. I need that to help someone." Will said.
Lyra stood outside perplexed by the shield around the house. When she tried to stop the man from checking on Will, she got pushed back by the house. That's what Boreal meant when he said he couldn't get inside the house. She threw a few rocks at the house and watched them fly back.
Will and the man were fighting again. Will got the knife back, then the man fell on top of Will. Knife in hand, Will screamed in pain.
The man got off of him and stood up. Will looked in shock at his hand. Two of his fingers were gone! His middle and ring finger got cut off by the knife! The man grabbed the knife then gasped. "No," he looked at the knife and at Will.
Will broke from his trance when he heard the thud of them collapsing to the floor, lifeless. Will looked and the man and stood up quickly and backed away. The man's dead eyes were open.
Will ran out of the house and Lyra followed.
"Did you get the knife? Oh my gosh, your hand!" Lyra said.
"This is not how I could have foreseen my day at all!" He said.
Lyra and Will ran all the back to Boreal's mansion. They jaywalked so they wouldn't have to stop at intersections. As they came up to the mansion, Lyra saw something through the large window inside the house. She gasped and pulled Will aside, behind the bushes.
"What are you doing!?" Will asked.
Lyra breathes heavily and expressed a look of shock and confusion. "Coulter. She's in his mansion. But why? How?" Lyra peeked into the window, from the bush and watched the two interact. The man seemed pretty flirty and Coulter didn't shy away. They were drinking wine. He showed her the compass and she smiled, then gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Lyra shook her head in disgust. "She's working with him. She wants me to show up to get the compass. She'll take me back with her!"
"Lyra, what are you on about? Who is she to you?"
"She's...it's complicated. She thinks she's my mom."
"What?"
"She's not!" Lyra said, then remembered Will's hand. "Oh, your hand. How is it? We need to get you bandaged up."
"After we get the compass back. I didn't steal this knife for nothing."
"If I go in there, she'll take me back to a world that I don't belong in...Wait, I could just use magic!"
Will was going to say something, but changed his mind.
Lyra looked at the compass on the table inside the house and focused on it. She imagined the compass disappearing from the table and showing up in her hand. She stared at it for about 10 seconds, with Will giving her a strange look, until finally it worked.
Will blinked, "What just happened?"
"I used my powers." Lyra said.
"You have powers?"
"Yes, but I can't always control them," Lyra said, nonchalantly.
They got up and ran from the house. "Where are we going now?" Lyra asked.
Will held his knife as he gestured, "I don't know. After this insane day, how about Agrabah or Wonder-" He noticed something odd.
To the side of him was an opening. A slit in the air that did not match their surroundings. Through the slit was an Arabic place. Will reached his hand through the slit and looked at Lyra.
"What did you do?" he asked.
"I didn't do that," Lyra said, "You did."
Will looked back at it. "No. I don't know how that happened."
"The knife," Lyra said.
Will looked at the knife and added to the slit, cutting a window. "What is happening?"
"I don't know, but let's go through."
"What? We don't even know where that is."
"Agrabah. As you said."
"What about finding your mother?"
"We'll come back." Lyra extended her arm and Will sighed and took her hand (the hand that was not all bloody) before going through the portal.
Once in Agrabah, Will and Lyra found themselves in the market place with no money. Still with their stolen bags with stolen clothes, Will said, "We could get so much money out of just a few of these if we take them back."
Lyra looked at Will, "We're not going to steal anything. We'll use he knife to get to Storybrooke. But we do need to take care of your hand!" She gently grabbed his hand and looked at it. They should have lots of herbs here."
"And how will we pay for those?" Will asked.
"Maybe I can..." Lyra placed her hands on his wounded hand and closed her eyes. After a few seconds, her hands glowed and his hand was healed. His two fingers were still gone but the injury was healed.
Will smiled and looked at her. For the first time, he didn't look at her like an insane or annoying girl. He looked at her like she was a goddess.
"So I guess we can tour this place, then go back to your world, if you want?" Lyra said.
"Uh-right. Yeah." Will said. They looked around the market place of this world, which was in daytime. They looked at all the cool vases and merchandise. There were a lot different smells of spices. They looked around for a few hours then used the knife to go back to their world, hand in hand, thinking of Storybrooke.
The landed by a boulder on a two lane highway. They walked down the road for a bit, looking for the town. It was about 3am so they didn't have much light to help them.
"Where is it?" Lyra made a 360 degree turn and put her hands in her hair. "Emma!"
"Maybe there's another Storybrooke?" Will said.
"No. Something is not right." Lyra said. She took out her compass. "Where is Storybrooke?" It was right where you're standing.
"Was?" The town Storybrooke disappeared over a decade ago.
"So where is she?" Cannot determine.
"Compass! Ugh."
"What does the knife do, exactly?" Will asked.
"Answer him." Lyra told the compass. It took the compass a few moments to listen. The Subtle Knife is a magical artifact that cuts fabric from one world to another.
Lyra repeated this information to Will.
"How did your mom or whoever end up with Boreal? How did she find you?"
"She must have used Asreal's portal." Lyra told him.
"What do you want to do now?" Will asked.
Lyra paused before saying, "Let's travel," she faced him, "Let's see the other worlds. My mother is out there somewhere. I just have to find her. She could be looking for me too."
"Where to?" Will held out the knife.
"Surprise me." She said.
Will and Lyra ventured to their next destination: Asgard. Will was a big fan of the movies and comics. He told Lyra all about it as they crossed the bridge there. "I didn't know if it would work. Does this mean that every world, in every story is true?" Will said.
"Hey, you're not complaining about sleep anymore." Lyra said.
"Oh yeah, we should get some sleep soon. But after I meet Thor!" Will said.
The two of them looked around the world and met Jane, who took them to meet Thor. Jane was pleased to see others from her world. Will had his fanboy moment (or minute). Lyra explained to them that there are even more worlds out there, like the world she grew up in. Thor and Jane seemed to like them as they invited them to dinner and then gave them a place to sleep for the night. Lyra and Will slept in two different rooms and got plenty of sleep. They had breakfast in their rooms and then Lyra went ot his room.
"Good you're done eating. Are yo ready to go?" Lyra asked. She had her bag on her shoulders and her compass in hand.
"Come on, we just got here," Will said.
"Yeah, and got some sleep and some food and now we can go." Lyra said.
"Just a few more days. Come on, this place is amazing. It's a literal dream come true for me. Don't you like it here?"
"I have to find me mother. This is a distraction!"
"You're the one who wanted to visit all the world."
"Visit. Key word."
"To me visit means a week or so."
"We are leaving now. You can come back here after I find my mother."
Will sighed and nodded. "Okay."
The two said their goodbyes to Thor and Jane and cut a window into another world.
Lyra and Will found themselves in a world without color. Everything was black and white. Lyra realized her compass was still golden. She hid it in her bag. They walked around asking if anyone has seen her mother. She showed them a picture of her mug-shot. No one knew where she was or who she was. Will came across a man named Whale who knew her.
"Yes, I've met her before. But you won't find her here, nor in Storybrooke." Whale said.
"What happened to Storybrooke?" Will asked.
"It vanished. We all got sent back to our world, which ever world that is." Whale said.
"How long ago was this?" Will asked.
"About ten years ago."
Will processed this and told him, "Thank you."
"When you do find them, tell Tink I said 'hi,'" Whale said.
"Okay," Will agreed.
The next world they visited was Neverland. This empty island was quiet and eerie.
"This is not like the movies," Will said. "Where is Peter Pan, Wendy, the lost boys, and Captain Hook?"
"One of these days you'll have to show me these movies you speak of." Lyra smiled.
"If no one is here, I guess it's safe if we sleep here for the night." Will said.
Lyra took out her compass while she sat down in a clearing. "What happened to this island?" Pan ran this island with his lost boys at his side. He used the pirates to deliver them food and sweets. When his minions kidnapped a boy with the heart of the truest believer, his family came to find him and were successful in taking down Pan. The lost boys left the island with them, back to their families.
Lyra lied down and then thought of something. "Was my mother ever here?" Yes.
They gathered berries the next morning and headed for their next destination.
Lyra and Will stood on the yellow brick road and started down the path. There they met several munshkins and two good witches who told them about Glinda and Zelena.
"She was a powerful witch consumed with envy, it literally turned her green." One witched said.
"We tried to save her from that life but it didn't work out. She banished our kindest, sweetest witch to another land." The second witch said.
The witches offered them a place to stay and the excepted, but only for a day. Lyra asked the witches for some advice on using magic, and they obliged. They helped Lyra with some basic tricks, including changing food from one thing to another, making a rock bigger and smaller, and magical cleaning. They taught Lyra how to make food show up when there is none around. "Thanks so much. This will be very useful for us." Lyra beamed.
The next world they found themselves in was Arendale. They landed inside the stables, with Sven.
"Where are we?" Lyra asked.
"Arendale." Will said.
"Why?" Lyra looked at him.
"I have a plan." As soon as he said that, a guard's shadow covered them.
The guard tried to kick them out, but Lyra poofed them inside the castle, in the thrown-room, a few feet away from Queen Elsa.
"What is the meaning of this? Guards!" Elsa look the gloves off her hands. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
"No don't freeze us!" Will pleaded, "We're looking for someone."
"Her name is Emma Swan," Lyra said.
Elsa lowered her hands. "How do you know her?"
"She's my mother," Lyra said.
Elsa looked at Lyra and said, "Oh my God."
"Do you know her?" Will asked.
Elsa stared a Lyra a second more before answering, "Yes. I know her. She's a good friend of mine."
Lyra smiled with her mouth open. "Really? Is she here?"
"No, I'm afraid. How long ago did you lose her or is it the other way around?" Elsa asked.
"12 years ago," Lyra said.
"I'm sorry?" Elsa asked.
"It's a long long story," Will said.
"Can you tell me about her?" Lyra asked.
"Yeah. Of course. Where should I start?" Elsa asked.
"How did you meet her?" Lyra said.
"Well when I first met her I almost killed her." Elsa said.
Elsa and Lyra talked for hours about Emma and about how Lyra got here, over lunch. Will listened to them and at one point took a nap. Lyra and Will met Anna, Kristoff, and their two children.
Eventually Lyra asked Elsa, "Do you know who my father is?"
"The last time I saw her, she was dating a man named Killian. He has dark hair and well he's a pirate." Elsa told her. "They live in Misthaven."
Lyra's eyes widened and she knelt her head down at Elsa.
Lyra went through the portal first. She closed her eyes as she entered and opened her eyes wide as she entered the world where her family is.
"This is a forest," Will said, standing beside her.
"The Enchanted Forest. My mom's home." Lyra said.
"So we just walk around and look for her?" Will asked.
"Same as with every other world we've entered." Lyra said.
The two of them walked for about a mile when they hear voices. Will looked up and nudged Lyra. Two girls were sitting up in the tall tree in front of them. One had long orange hair and the other girl had brunette hair.
"Shh!" The ginger haired girl said, noticing Lyra and Will below them. "Who are you?"
"I'm Lyra and I'm looking for Emma?" Lyra said.
After a second Will added, "and I'm Will."
"What do you want with Emma?" She asked.
"That's between us. It's very important." Lyra said.
The brunette looked at Lyra and started down the tree.
"Hope," the girl said.
Hope continued down the tree and Lena, the ginger haired girl, followed her down.
Hope walked up to the Lyra and looked at her. "Where have you been?"
"Everywhere," Will said.
"Hope, do you know them?" Lena asked.
"She's your neice," Hope said.
Lena looked at Lyra again. "You have his eyes."
"And her chin," Hope smiled.
"Will you please take me to her?" Lyra asked.
Hope nodded, smiling. She walked side by side with Lyra asking her all these questions about where she grew up. Lena and Will walked behind them, mostly him talking about his adventures with Lyra. They arrived at a village with many houses the size of regular houses in our world, and walked up to one front yard with a long path to the front door.
"She's in there," Hope said. "If you need anything, I live next door."
"Thank you." Lyra smiled.
Lyra walked up to the front door and took a moment to smile in excitement. This is the moment she's been waiting for, for so long. This is it. She knocked on the door...then knocked again.
"Come around back!" A woman called.
Lyra went over to the back gate and through it. She walked passed the side of the house, revealing a beautiful woman with golden hair, looking at Lyra.
"Oh, I thought you were my mom. What can I do for you?" She asked.
"Emma." Lyra said.
"Yes, I'm Emma." She said. She wore a pretty dress that looked rather comfortable. "What do you need?"
"I'm Lyra. I'm your daughter." Lyra smiled.
Emma stared at Lyra and stood up strait, saying nothing.
"I assure you, it's really me. I'm finally here with you. Everything is going to be okay." Lyra had happy tears in her eyes.
Emma looked at Lyra unsure.
Lyra walked up slowly to Emma and wrapped her arms around her.
Meanwhile Hope and Lena were asking Will about Lyra and himself.
Emma and Lyra moved into the house holding an underwhelming conversation. Emma made Lyra tea and asked her, "How did you find out about me?"
"My Uncle Asreal. Mrs. Coulter said she was my mother but she really wasn't." Lyra said.
"She was supposed to take care of you..." Emma said.
"I guess they found her and we were separated. She's not a good person. She took children from their homes and cut their souls away." Lyra said. "I really don't want to think about the past, when I'm here with you."
"I was never expecting to see you again, Lyra." Emma said.
"I never gave up on finding you." Lyra said.
The front door nob turned open and Emma stood up. "Wait here," she told her.
Emma went up to Killian, who just entered the house and blocked him from seeing the living room.
"What's wrong love?" He asked her.
Emma looked down and looked regretful.
"Emma." He said. "What's in there?"
"Lyra." She said.
"Lyra? Who is Lyra?" He asked.
"My daughter." Emma looked at him. "Our daughter."
Puzzled Killian waited for an explanation.
"How could you not tell me we have a child together!?" Killian asked her a few minutes into their conversation.
"I never thought I would see her again! And it was during a part of my life when I was the Dark One, a time I would much like to forget." Emma said.
"So you just forgot her?" Killian said.
"Of course not! How could I? But I tried. I never talked about her, because it would just be too painful."
Lyra heard them and went outside to the backyard, and grabbed her stomach, panting, mouth open in shock.
"I didn't know there was a way to get to that world. No one here has been able to cross realms since we got here a decade ago. So why mention someone I can't ever see again? Why torture myself with that?" Emma said, from inside the house.
"Because she's not just some kid, she's ours. You should have told me we had a child. This concerns me too." Killian said, moving passed her into the living room. "Where is she?"
Emma looked around, then saw her, "Outside."
Lyra was sitting down against the house hands in her lap, knees up, when Killian came outside and said "Hi."
Lyra looked started at a mark on the floor and said, "I didn't mean to cause any trouble. I just wanted to find my family."
Killian reached out his arm.
Lyra looked up, eyes red and watery, and looked his hand.
He helped her stand up and looked at her. "You look like her." He said.
Lyra looked at him.
"You're so grown up. We missed it all... It's like a curse with this family."
Lyra gave him a confused look.
"I suppose now that you're here, you'd like to meet the rest of the family, which is quite extensive actually."
Lyra looked at him and smiled.
He reached his arm for the back door, to go back inside the house, and Lyra noticed his hook for a hand. "How did that happen?" Lyra asked him.
"Oh, it was a brawl. It happened a long time ago. Does this frighten you?"
"My friend lost two fingers in a brawl."
He gave her a small smile.
Snow, Charming, and Henry were called over for a family meeting. Emma talked with them exclusively about Lyra, while she and Killian talked outside.
"Did you have a happy life-up until you found out about us?" Killian asked.
"Yeah. I had friends and I lived in a dorm. Well, the attic." Lyra said.
"Who raised you?" he asked.
"My uncle. Sort of."
"Do you miss it?"
"No." She paused, then asked him, "How come she was isolated in the world I grew up in? Where were you, and everyone else?"
"She took in a lot of darkness and was transported to another world. We didn't know where she was. We finally found a portal that could bring her back, but only on the anniversary of her disappearance. She returned to us, but she was different. We all assumed it was the darkness within her, which we did get out after a long struggle."
Inside the house, Snow asked Emma, "How could you have kept this to yourself all this time?" "How did she find us?"
"This family always finds a way," Emma said.
"How is she?" Charming asked.
Henry was quiet the whole time.
Emma told Lyra to come inside and she met her family. Snow touched her face and hugged her. Charming gave her a big hug. Henry looked at Lyra and nodded. Lyra gave him a weird look.
They had a big family dinner that night, while Hope and Lena spread the word about Emma and Killian's daughter to their parents and friends. Will talked to Roland for a bit, contemplating going back home.
"You could always join the merri men," Roland said. He was about 17 years old.
"I don't know. I think I want to see more worlds." Will said, "Or at least revisit some."
"How do you do that? Realm jumping is impossible these days." Roland asked.
Will showed him his knife. "It's magical and only I can use it. I am its master."
Roland introduced Will to Robin. "Will? I have a friend named Will. Will Scarlet. He lives in Wonderland."
"Wonderland. There's a world I should visit," Will said.
The next morning, Lyra woke up on the couch in her parent's home.
5 years later
Lyra woke up in a shed by her parent's house. She got up and dressed in a simple yellow dress and left the shed. She walked through their neighborhood, waved at some of the children and townsfolk, avoided Henry's eyes as he came by, and headed for her meeting place with her friends.
Emma and Killian were in their home that morning. She sat at the table with her morning coffee and Killian walked passed her without a look of affection of a kiss on the cheek. He sat across from her at the table but didn't look at her. Sitting at the same table, their distance was felt.
Lyra met Lena, Hope, Henry, and Neal in the clearing with Regina, who was teaching them magic. Neal, Henry, and Hope often worked together for group tasks, while Lena and Lyra worked together. They also did a lot of individual magic.
"Why don't we ever do work together? All five of us?" Lyra asked.
Henry rolled his eyes at her.
"Because you and Lena have a different kind of magic." Regina told her.
"So? You and my mom had different magic and you two worked together all the time," Lyra said.
"We don't do that anymore." Regina said. "You five are the next generation of magical heroes."
"Why don't you teach Zak?" Lyra asked.
"Are you kidding?" Henry asked, "Do you know who his mother is?"
"We are not our parents." Lyra said.
"Clearly," he looked up and down Lyra.
"Alright, that's enough," Regina said. "Let's get back to work."
After their lessons, Henry and Neal ran off, while the girls walked together.
"I don't mind us being split," Lena said, "Before you came, I had to practice alone."
"It's okay to be different. I always thought you two were just more powerful," Hope said, "and that's why you two work in your own team."
The three girls climbed a tree and talked for a while.
Will came by as the girls got down from the tree. Hope came up to him and kissed him on the cheek.
Roland came by and asked them, "How was magic school?"
"Same thing. Nothing new. Lena and I are still being isolated," Lyra said.
Lena shook her head.
"I wish I could learn magic," Roland said.
"Why? All it is it work and pressure and favoritism," Lyra said.
"Are you going to get over it?" Lena asked.
"Not so quickly," Lyra said.
"Things will be better tomorrow," Roland said, smiling.
"How do you know? Can you see the future?" Lyra said coolly.
Will, Hope, and Lena looked Lyra.
They walked back into the neighborhood where the children were playing outside. Grumpy and Nova's twin girls playing in the grass. Lily and August's son ran over to Neal and Roland. Abigail and Fredrick's children were playing a game together.
Lyra climbed up a tree and sat up there by herself, watching the others with their families. Will noticed her and joined her up on the tree. "What are you doing up here?"
"Look at them. All those families. Parents and their children. Why isn't my life like that?" Lyra said.
"Come on. You have a great life here. Your family loves you. Your grandfather spoils you." He said.
"Yeah, and my bother hates me-"
"He does not hate you-"
"Henry hates me and my dad can't look me in the eye. And my mother...She looks at me like I'm a burden. A mistake. She resents me for showing up. I caused a divide in my parents."
"I think that's just you looking for the bad in-"
"This isn't how it was supposed to go. This was supposed to be my happy ending. Instead you got it. You can travel to any world, which makes you the most popular kid, and you have a family in the merri men and you have a girlfriend."
Will tried not to smile but mentioning Hope, he couldn't resist.
"It's not funny." Lyra said.
"I'm not laughing. Lyra, you need to be more positive. You need to stop seeing the worst or else you'll never be happy."
"What if this isn't my happy ending?"
Will looked at her and thought of her words. "No, this is it."
"I don't know. It's been five years and I still don't have the bond with my parents as I would like. My mom or dad have never given me a smile like I see Regina give Hope and Henry. Like Rumple gives Lena. Like Emma gives Henry."
"You're too busy observing others to see how wonderful you life really is. You don't see what is right in front of you."
"Oh, like what?"
"You have parents. Some of us aren't that lucky."
Lyra looked away.
"And you have a dotting boy after you," Will said.
"What?" Lyra said.
"Roland. If you could just let him in-"
"What are you, a matchmaker, as well as a realm traveling hero."
"Lyra, he said, "Your happy ending is here. You just need to see that for yourself."
"Will, I think you're wrong." She said.
Will looked at her regretfully.
Back in present day Storybrooke, "Romeo and Juliet" just just ended. The town left the school and flooded the street. The moonlight and the street lamps lit the town.
Lena and Lyra were up in the clock tower together.
"What changed your mind?" Lyra asked.
Lena looked down, kicking her feet, hands together behind her back. "Lena." Lyra said. "What's happened?"
Lena went up to Lyra. She placed her hands on Lyra's shoulder. Lyra gripped Lena's arms, looking in her eyes.
"Would you like me to tell you first then explain or slowly ease you into-" Lena said.
"Tell me!"
Lena looked up and blinked a few times before looking at Lyra again. "Melody's gone."
"Gone? You mean like she went back home?"
"She's dead, Lyra."
Lyra shook her head. "N-no. No" she stepped back.
Lena grabbed her and held her. Lyra fell to her knees, crying. She said some things but they weren't understandable. Lyra fell over to her side and Lena held her.
Lyra opened her eyes and looked to the left and to the right. She squirmed out of Lena's grip. She moved away and turned around to face her aunt. "How? How did she die?"
Lena's eyebrows moved downward. "...You don't want to know."
"Tell me! Please." Lyra asked.
Lena show her head. "She drowned." Lyra gasped and started crying again. They heard the elevator moving and looked at each other. Lyra's wiped her tears. She raised her arm horizontally at chest level. Lena grabbed her arm and gave her a "don't do it," look.
They say at the top of the clock tower and waited for whoever was in the elevator. Time seemed to move slowly as they waited for the elevator to rise. Lyra looked out the window once more and saw a few townsfolk going into their homes. She read the giant clock backyards: 9:34pm.
***Next week, find out why they came to Storybrooke