Charles Conrad Magnus stood outside of Storybrooke University that smells very much like plasticine. At least the main foyer does, remembered the smell from the boarding school six years ago. His adopted parents were inside the office with the principal to finalize his admissions and remembered every word they said about him.

"We thought the discipline of the boarding school might be good for her," he hears her adopted mother say with a heavy sigh, "it certainly can't hurt."

Translation from his shitty parents, we are shipping him off and we don't want him anymore. We tried everything and we don't know what to do with him anymore, so now you can have him. He had heard several threats of his adoptive parents of enrolling him into military school, but luckily I enrolled into the very last boarding school they sent me. It was fifth time they sent me to school, and it was final for them.

Wingles wouldn't stop humping the sofa cushions, so they sent him to a boarding and training school. He was kept there until he started behaving in a more socially acceptable manner, then he was shipped back home, a reformed pooch. His spirit was irreparably crushed, same goes for me. I couldn't stop getting into trouble, and I couldn't help it. Trouble always finds me and always as a result ends up in fight and the girls, fucking hot high school girls.

That was six years ago, though. I didn't come back reformed person but at least, I graduated high school even it was two years late. His adoptive parents couldn't stop badmouthing about him to the principal when she asked why they felt the need to transfer me mid-term instead of waiting for the new school term to begin, their reply was: "he had some difficulty with a teacher."

Translation: he's disobedient, unruly, and insubordinate. He was humping the teacher! He smirked proudly when he thought of that teacher, now she was hot, nice body and was all over him. Upon being quizzed about their decision to enroll their only child in boarding school rather than moving him to another private day school, they say: "we thought the experience might be able to teach him a bit of responsibility." Translation: we want him to grow up and we hope this school will crush his spirit because they were hoping the boarding school will provide me "strict routine and some discipline." Translation: he needs a good spanking and lots of punishment.

Expounding on that: "he has fanciful ideas, shows no respect for the feelings of others, and needs to be given a healthy dose of realty." Translation: he displayed some of sexual tendencies, which we find deeply shameful, and he needs to be straightened out – in every sense. Magnus wanted a fresh start, and something tells him that Storybrooke is the best place to go off the grid. He heavily sighed and looked up again at the grand university and entered the main foyer which still reminds him of that boarding school.

When started as a light drizzle an hour ago is now a downpour beating down outside. Catching his reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall, touching on his face curiously to see if there's any change, short beard, hazel eyes and the blondest hair, more of boyish cut. He was forced to fix his hair once again before arriving at the university.

Ten years ago, I was found dead in the ditch when they found me. They were driving to a restaurant when they saw me then brought me to the hospital. They found out after months later that no one claims me, I was orphan. I have no memories before sixteen years old, I mean not a single memory, and I don't even remember my childhood or even my biological parents. I had no identity for that matter until they adopted me and named me Charles Conrad Magnus, who I am now twenty-six years old. Once again, Magnus still studied himself in the mirror to find something in him but found none, "idiot," he muttered himself.

He drags his fingers through his hair to fix his wavy locks again. Fuck you, he said himself to the mirror as he kept finding faults with himself and the large notice board by the main doors is the first thing to draw his attention. It's chock-shit full of flyers for all sort of different after-class clubs, but the sign-ups closed weeks ago. He'll have to wait until next term to start doing those different things like how to fly a kite, take up wrestling, music or even sports.

I applied for scholarship and submitted to the Mayor of Storybrooke, Regina Mills. I was the lucky chosen few that got approved for full-ride scholarship. Still today, I do not know why she choose me over hundreds of applications. I did my research on her and it seems she owns this town, but her mother, Cora Mills is the president of the University along with principal of high school, which is impressive. Regina in charge of several buildings throughout Storybrooke and owns this town, but me, all I own is my beloved yellow beetle car because I purchase the car with my own pocket from working. My adoptive parents offered me a new car, but I refused because I wanted to work for it. A student taps my shoulder and clears her throat that I was getting in the way of the door as I looked at her, "oh I am sorry."

I haven't worked up the courage to go into the office, the admissions office and registering for classes then books. Another roll of students kept passing me by, 'you can do this idiot.' I picked this university for two reasons, the private location, so it means it's a small town which suits me fine and another is off the grid because I want to be away from my adoptive parents and everyone else, I have known, Magnus the whore or cool jock or a guy who fucks girls then gets beaten or into trouble. Today, not a single person in this town knows me, and that is perfect for me.


Regina Mills sat at her office, she's now the Mayor of Storybrooke and owns Storybrooke and the list goes on. I didn't want to be the Mayor and Cora's dream has come true for me to be "the Mayor, one and only", which translate I'm the Queen of Storybrooke. Every single person here fears me and follows me orders as if I'm the law. It's all her dream come true, but for myself, I want my Emma back. I never found her nor anywhere in Storybrooke. She searches for her but come up short. Regina did inquire her mother about the whereabouts of Emmett, but truthfully, she does not know, and I believe her. She only said that the curse took him somewhere with no memories of Enchanted Forest or any memories of her life. She didn't write Emmett into the curse.

Nine months later, she had Henry, Henry Daniel Mills, a beautiful boy and he had the same eyes as Emma, green eyes. It's her favorite feature of Henry, and her brown hair, which is nothing like them, but she assumes her grandfather had brown hair. Henry goes everywhere with her, almost eleven years old now. It has been almost twelve years since her mother enact the curse. She looked outside and it looks like it's going to rain soon.

Impressively, she did well with the town which surprises me. She's the model citizen of Storybrooke and haven't yet abused her power. She helped with schools, charter schools, new shops and towns, and it's amazing. However, the only reason she's doing this is because there is no one dared to challenge her and the only person who would is Emma plus myself, of course. Emma believes in her people and the equality of everyone without controlling them. Her mother controls the town in some ways and there are certain things that the citizens of Storybrooke aren't allowed.

The one thing she dreads most of all is pretending to be happy and spending time with her mother. Cora, as promised, didn't touch a hair on Henry's head and acts like a good grandmother to Henry. The first time I have seen her truly happy with herself, but for Regina, it's hell without Emma. She had no time for dating, much to her mother's dismay. She tried get me to date some men, but I rejected every single date. "Henry," she looked up from her thoughts and the pile of paperwork which is truly nothing except making sure the university, schools and shops runs on its own, food and electricity and the list goes on. There's no magic in town, and not even Cora has magic intact; otherwise, I would have known she had magic if she tries to hide them from me. Mr. Gold is alive and well with Belle in his pawn shop. He's happy and I don't think he has previous memories, but I still do not trust him. I checked my time and it's almost time to pick up Henry from school and handle some things at high school while hoping to avoid mother all in one evening. After much convincing, Cora finally released David from psychotic rooms that is hidden underground hospital. I had to make sure every person is happy here even they are in their fake memories, but at least I can give them this, a good memory at Storybrooke.

It seems fate will not have it, my mother called me and wanted to meet us at the diner while looking at the reflection of the mirror as Henry reading the book. I couldn't lie to him when he asked me questions, but I couldn't answer about Emma/Emmett yet. A teacher at school has given him Once Upon a Time book few weeks ago and I made him a promise that it's our secret. Cora cannot know about the book or the life in Enchanted Forest or even he believes in magic. I smiled when he looked up from reading the book, "Mom, were you Evil Queen?"

There are parts in the book about me as the Evil Queen, temporarily I was until I met Emma or becoming one. I carefully thought of an answer, "I was angry and hurt at the loss of Daniel and Grandmother Cora has taken part of Daniel's death."

"Are you good now?"

He believes in the good side and would fight for me to stay good. He believes he's always right and stubborn, very much like Emma. "I try to be, but I do have dark magic in me."

"What about Dad?"

Well, that's a complicated answer and there's no simple answer. She was new to magic and her magical powers were powerful that took toll on her body and she had no control over her magic, "he's a good person," that's all I could reply.

He not satisfied with my answer because there is no Emmett or dad in the book, and there's no Emma as well. There are the Charmings' parents, Cora and every other story except Emma. "How come there's nothing about dad?"

"I don't know, honey," it's the truth. I don't know but I am thankful to whoever wrote the book didn't include Emma, I hope. I haven't read the entire book, through. He's always asking questions, and wanting to know everything, smiling at the memories of meeting Emma, asking me every single question, and never stopped. "Put the book away, Henry," parking front of the diner. I watch him hid the book under the seat before getting out of the car.


Fortunately, things start to look better when he hears the clippety-clop of high heels and turns to see a woman skip up the steps to the front doors of the diner with a little boy. As she reaches the top of the steps, protected by the overhang of the building. She's fucking wet, I swear I didn't mean to sound dirty, but it does.

This woman was positively oozing sexuality. Black stiletto heels accentuate long, stockinged legs, the hem of her pencil skirt a tasteful distance above her knees, her ass and hips hugged perfectly tight by the formfitting fabric. Her cotton blouse is snug around the bust, the top four buttons left undone, creating a plunging neckline that reveals a splash of bare, milky skin breasts with no jewelry to draw attention away from it.

Who's the fuck is that woman?! She looked over to meet Magnus's gaze. Her lips have painted come-fuck-me red, slightly parted and curled into a small smile, and her eyes shimmering in the glare of the foyer lighting. Magnus wasn't sure how much time passes this way, with her sparkling eyes hooked unwaveringly on green neither of them was able to break away, but it felt like hours.

"Mom?" Henry brought her out of my attention and refocused the boy then continued to the last table with an older woman who I am assuming is Cora Mills, the president of the university. I heard the waitress walking around then next is my table, grilled cheese sandwich, onion rings with mayo, my favorite meal. I could live off from grilled cheese sandwich every day if that's possible.