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chapter fifteen - i'm so tired
when emma texted ophelia to tell her that neal's fiancée was visiting storybrooke she had never made up an excuse quicker as to why she couldn't have bagels and hot chocolate with them. she, instead, opted to have a coffee and hide. she was sure tamara was lovely but she really did not want to spend too much time around neal. she still didn't like him.
she opted to hide for most of the day. she knew she was the saviour but she was so tired. and she only came out of hiding to find out that august was killed. the man who had been the reason emma and ophelia ended up in storybrooke had been killed and no one knew who by.
he had been turned entirely into wood. mother superior had managed to undo what had been done, turning him back into a child as his final acrios were brave, truthful and unselfish. ophelia didn't really understand most of what was happening, she was just glad august wasn't actually dead.
but child august didn't remember who had killed him or who he had been trying to warn them about.
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ophelia went straight to bed when she got back to the apartment, the others watching her as she dragged herself away.
emma shrugged, unsure how to reassure them all. "she's fine. she just needs time alone. people tire her out."
henry could understand that. he felt the same way sometimes, like trying to fit in with everyone was too much effort. it's why he liked spending time with ophelia so much. he didn't have to try and fit in with her.
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a break from fairytale drama was never long-lived, especially when david and snow dragged ophelia and emma to what looked like the middle of nowhere.
"why are we in the middle of nowhere?" emma asked as she got out of the truck. ophelia got out of the back. "why aren't you guys telling us what's going on? why the secrecy?"
"because you both need to see it," mary margaret answered.
emma sighed, "great. that always goes well for us. listen, whatever it is, it can wait. august was trying to warn us about something—someone dangerous."
"doesn't matter," david told.
"why not?"
mary margaret grabbed their hands. "because of this."
she pulled them into the field, going through the barrier that was stopping the twins from seeing the bushes lining it. ophelia pulled her hand away almost instantly.
"ophelia," anton, the giant she had met in the enchanted forest, greeted, rushing to hug her.
"hey," she hugged him back even though she didn't want to. "how are you?"
