Lost and Found - A Killian Jones and OC story

Chapter Four - A long journey

A few years later, my father passed from a heart attack. As soon as he’d died, I left my home in search of Killian. I still hadn’t given up hope and in those few years I had found my skill. I was an excellent archer. Nobody could beat me – I was too precise. My powers had awakened slowly but I instantly knew how to hone them and by then they had become a completely natural part of me. I had never spoken about my mother with my dad. I’m not entirely sure he even knew what she was. I never went back to my mother’s grave either and I’d never spoken to her again, except in sleep, whenever I did sleep. I found I didn’t even need to sleep so much anymore. I also found out as much as I could about other worlds and magic. There were too many places to look for Killian but I had to start somewhere. 

I first went to the place where the Dreamshade was located and found a stubborn young man there who wanted to keep me there at all costs. He never managed to hold me back from leaving though. I found out all I could from him and managed to find out that Killian had indeed been there and that he had been Peter Pan’s (that was his name, or so he said) sworn enemy for a long time, but that he had disappeared and wasn’t anywhere to be found. I searched the whole island but found no trace of Killian. He was calling himself Hook now...it seemed someone had cut his left hand off and he replaced it with a hook. I felt rage inside me for whoever did that to him. As I left Neverland, I fiddled with the ring on my finger. Yes, I still wore it. Until I felt that Killian was no longer alive, I would never take it off.

I travelled to other worlds and places but for some reason I would always find that I was a step, or many, behind him. Years passed, fashions changed, and technology was taking a turn for the better. However, the happy-go-lucky nature I had when I still had Killian by my side had vanished. It was still there, but it was buried deep inside me. I’d fought against many enemies, be they human or magical and I’d suffered many losses in the meantime and my heart hardened; but it would always belong to Killian.

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Killian would often think of Karla at times when he would be alone with his thoughts. Many times he would imagine how his life would have turned out had he never gone on that stupid expedition. By now, he was sure that she must be dead. Almost a century had passed and he still retained his youthful look thanks to living in Neverland for such a long time. He had even found some semblance of love with Milah but he still would think of Karla every so often. It didn't last though - Rumplestilskin had taken her from him along with his hand, Neverland had taken his brother and the King had taken his life away, his life with Karla. His heart was filled with a strong desire of revenge. He was embittered and he didn’t think he could ever get his own self back. He was too far gone. It never stopped him from reliving his fondest memories with Karla though, even after all this time.

He’d made many enemies over the years but he didn’t really care. He had changed. He wouldn’t think twice about doing anything to achieve any rewards, be it riches or women. He would risk his life for revenge if he had to. He would risk it for love too if he had been given the chance. 

When he had met Emma Swan, he once again thought he had found some semblance of love but even that was taken away when she confessed she was still in love with Neil, or Baelfire as he knew him. Nothing ever wanted to go right for him. However, even though she rejected him, he still considered her an ally and a friend. He realised he was only very fond of her rather than feeling true love for her. He knew what true love felt like and he had never felt anything like it again, with anyone. Not for lack of trying though.

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It was now the 21st century and I retired to my old home, which was still intact and well-kept. I’d kept taking care of it and it was still in my name, well...my alias. I couldn’t have anyone think I was still alive after all this time. I would retire there whenever I would need a break which wasn’t very often. 

It was 2013 and I’d been searching for Killian for well over two centuries now. I knew that with all his travelling to Neverland and to other magical realms he was still alive and well. I would feel it if and when he died. I sighed to myself as I allowed one tear to fall after so many years. I took a deep breath and entered a meditative state in my mother’s favourite spot in the garden. I had many of my questions answered when I meditated there. I needed to regenerate my strength this time though. 

I had no idea how long I’d been there before I felt something. 

“Killian,” I whispered. He was in my world again. And I knew where I needed to go – Maine, USA. I left immediately. I arrived at the airport the next evening. I took a taxi to the nearest city and walked to a deserted alley where I materialised a midnight blue motorbike from thin air. Although I could easily travel on foot without being seen, I had taken a shine to motorbikes when they were first created. They had become my favourite mode of transportation and that was how I would travel, especially in today’s age when it was very easy to get stuck in traffic jams. 

I rode for a long time, knowing which direction to take but not the final destination. I could feel myself getting closer to where Killian was. I didn’t stop until I came up to a sign saying Storybrooke. I stopped just a few metres away and got off my bike. I went up to the border and I felt magic there almost instantly. 

“This isn’t supposed to be here,” I whispered to myself with a frown. I looked across the border where I could feel Killian’s presence calling to me. He’s here...

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To be continued...