QUEEN OF DRAGONS ( killian jones )

chapter eight.

CHAPTER EIGHT —
( You got that kind of look in your eyes as if no one knows anything but us. )

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        The following day, Luna burst into Mr. Gold's pawnshop, catching the man behind the counter off guard. Without hesitation, she confronted the man, who, as usual, was meticulously polishing one of his artifacts to make it appear timeless. "I know you," Luna asserted, fixing her gaze on the man before her.

Mr. Gold paused and dropped the object. "I'm sorry?"

Luna advanced. "Rumplestiltskin, I know it's you."

Mr. Gold shook his head. "I'm sorry, dearie, but I believe you are mistaken."

Luna pulled out the small dragon pin he had dropped in her store and thrust it forward for the man to see. "Don't try to deceive me, Dark One. I know who raised me."

Mr Gold gazed at the pin and then circled the counter. "So, you remember?"

Luna chuckled lightly. "I knew it," she proclaimed, taking a deep breath. "You always told me I was powerful. I just didn't realise the full extent of it."

Mr. Gold paused in front of Luna and rested both hands on top of his walking stick. "When did you start remembering?"

Luna glanced around the shop, recalling small details about Rumplestiltskin's castle. "It all started when Emma arrived in town, and Daisy started pestering me about that book Henry has, containing all our life stories."

He nodded. "Emma," he mused. "Remember when I asked Snow White for the name of her unborn child? I knew it would wake me up from the curse."

"So, Emma really is the saviour?"

"That she is," Mr. Gold said. "But you can't tell her. She must believe it herself for everyone else to remember."

Luna sighed, and her eyes lingered on a necklace with a golden shell. "It's hard to understand why I'm the only one who can recall my life in the Enchanted Forest, apart from you. Why no one else?"

Mr. Gold smirked. "I always told you you were powerful, and everyone knew that besides you."

Luna looked towards a small figurine she hadn't remembered seeing before. "Surely I can't be that powerful if I don't remember my whole life."

"It will come in time." Luna continued to look around the shop before her gaze stopped on a little chipped teacup. "Little things will spark your memory, whether that be a book, a person, or a teacup."

As Cordelia confidently strolled through Rumplestiltskin's castle, her youngest dragon soared just above her head, with the other two perched on the front lawn outside. She entered his main room, where he practised his craft of spinning straw into gold. Without hesitation, she called out, "Rumple, I'm back!" However, her confidence wavered as she laid eyes on a woman cleaning one of Rumplestiltskin's many glass cabinets. "Oh, hello," she greeted uncertainly.