Chapter 3

8.2K 247 48

Boston

A girl leans against her counter, watching the flickering of a blue candle. She closes her eyes as she makes a wish, a wish that would change her life.

As she blows out her candle, her doorbell rings. She quickly goes to her door and opens it, revealing two small kids.

"Um, can I help you?" She asks them, confused as to why they're here.

"Are you Emma Swan?" The boy asks.

"Yeah, who are you?"

"My name is Henry, I'm your son."

As Emma stares at the child bewildered, both children push past her and enter her house.

"Hey kid, kid, I don't have a son!" Emma shut her door and looked at the girl stood next to Henry, "or a daughter."

"I'm not his real sister, I'm his adoptive sister Gracie," she flashes her little smile at Emma.

"Where are your parents?" Emma asks the kids.

"Ten years ago did you give a baby up for adoption?" Henry asked, Emma stared at him, "that was me."

"Give me a second," Emma ran off to the bathroom and shut the door.

The shock of seeing her son hit her. But, she didn't want to believe it.

Out in the kitchen Henry and Gracie drank out of a bottle of juice.

"She doesn't seem very happy," Gracie whispered to Henry.

"We did just arrive at her doorstep all of a sudden," Henry shrugged and took another chug of the juice.

Emma rejoined the two kids in the kitchen. Gracie stared at Emma, there was something about her that seemed odd.

"You know, we should probably get going," Henry told Emma, receiving a what-the-hell-are-you-talking-about look.

"Going where?" Emma crossed her arms, not amused by the kid.

"I want you to come home with me," Henry smiled at her.

"Okay kid, I'm calling the cops," Emma went for her phone and Gracie started to panic.

"Then I'll tell them you kidnapped me," Henry's calmness helped calm Gracie, but all she wanted to do was run back home.

"And they'll believe you because I'm your birth mother," Emma's hand fell down to her side.

"Listen, can't you just take us home?" Gracie was getting tired of this and wanted to go home where it was safe.

"Where's home?"

"Storybrooke, Maine."

-----------------------

In a small yellow bug Emma drove with Henry next to her and Gracie in the back. Henry glanced back at Gracie with a bright smile and gave a thumbs up.

His plan was working. He convinced Gracie to come along with him because she doubted he would find his real Mother. Both kids had dreamed about meeting their birth parents. Gracie never tried to find hers, but Henry believed he would and was determined to find Emma. That wasn't the only thing he believed though.

His storybook sat on his lap. It was more than just some fairy tales to him. All he needed to do was get Emma and Gracie to believe in them too. Gracie wouldn't be hard to convince, but she wasn't the important one. It was Emma that needed to believe.

Emma met Gracie's eyes in the mirror. Gracie's eyes narrowed as she stared at Emma. She started to feel dizzy as an image flashed through her head.

"Come meet your little sister, Gracie," Snow White called out.

Gracie ran into the room, nearly tripping over every obstacle in her way. She sat next to Snow on the bed, the small baby was snuggled up in a blanket. Snow placed the baby in Gracie's arms, Charming stood behind them with a bright smile.

"We're finally all together," he kissed his oldest daughter on her head.

"The curse," Gracie breathed out, then said louder, "the curse! It's coming! We have to get to the wardrobe."

Gracie looked down at her sister, her eyes opened and looked into Gracie's. The babies eyes were a light green, just like Gracie's. Charming took the baby out of Gracie's arms. Gracie jumped up, ready to go to action.

She watched Charming pull his sword out of the sheath, and Gracie did the same to her own. She glimpsed quickly at the baby, her name visible on the
blanket.

Emma.

Gracie came back to reality, her eyes wide and confused.

"Woah kid, are you okay," Emma looked back with a concerned face, "you look really pale."

Gracie only nodded, but she continued to stare at Emma. The vision she had scared her, and confused her to the point she thought she'd pass out. Henry looked back at her and smiled.

"You two have the same eyes," he said, as he opened his storybook.

Gracie gave Henry a strange look, something was going on and she didn't understand what. Gracie tried to calm herself by watching the tall buildings pass by.

"What's that?" Emma glanced at Henry's book a few time.

"I'm not sure you're ready," Henry answers as he read from the book, earning skeptical looks from both girls.

"Ready for some fairy tales?"

"They're not fairy tales," Henry said, "they're true. Every story in this book actually happened."

Gracie rolled her eyes from the backseat, Henry went on and on about his book. At first, she loved the stories too, but now it's just an obsession to Henry.

"Use your superpower, see if I'm lying," Henry told Emma.

She looked at him not knowing what to say.

"Just because you believe in something doesn't mean it's true."

"I have to agree with Emma on that one," Gracie piped in, "it's just a storybook that Ms. Blanchard gave you."

"That's exactly what makes it true," Henry looked at Emma, then back to Gracie, "you guys should know more than anyone."

"Whys that?" Emma asked skeptically.

"Because you're both in this book."

Gracie sighed heavily and was clearly done with this storybook. She gave a quick glance at the page Henry was reading. Something caught Gracie's eye, a blanket with a name sewn into it.
Emma.

Lost Princess (OUAT)Read this story for FREE!