Storybrooke High

Chapter 11

As we leapt through the portal, the bottom started to become clear. Through the bottom, I could see what looked the bottom of a forest covered in twigs, dirt, and frost. I could feel the cold nipping at my toes, and then all the way up to my ears.

Jefferson and I landed on the forest floor; the momentum of the fall sending a pain up through our legs. Since it was cold and I was only wearing sneakers, my feet were ice cold. Jefferson, however, was dressed like he knew it would be cold here.
He probably knew, I thought.

"So, what is this place?" I asked Jefferson.

"This," he paused. "Is home."

"You're from here?" This didn't look like a place I'd picture that Jefferson would live.

"We're from here. Well, not originally."

"What do you mean we?" A cold breeze started to blow where we were.

He didn't speak for a moment; he seemed to be staring at something in the distance.

"Follow me. I know some things that might spark your memory."

I followed him through the woods, still freezing to death. After about a half hour of walking through the forest, we ended up in what looked like Storybrooke.

"We just came from here." I told him.

"What do you mean?"

"The portal took us to the woods outside of Storybrooke."

"Yes." He said.

My teeth were chattering so bad I could barely speak.

"What was the point of that?"

He smiled at me.
"This isn't the place we just came from."

I was so confused, but I was too cold to ask any more questions at the moment.

"Can we go inside somewhere?" I asked him.

"Yes."

We walked down the street until Jefferson stopped in front of a little shop.

"Read the sign." He ordered me.

I looked up to the shops sign.

Mr. Gold's Pawnbroker and antiques dealer

Mr. Gold.

"Mr.Gold has a shop?" I had seen this shop before, but I couldn't remember when or why.

"Here he does." Jefferson replied.

This didn't make any sense, this was Storybrooke, and there was no difference between where we were and where we are now.

A little bell rung as we walked inside the shop. It was pretty cold in here too, but It was an improvement from the frigid air outside.

"Take a look around." Jefferson said.

I did.

I came across something odd, which everything in this shop was odd, but this was really odd.

It was a dagger, a dagger with a name on it.

Something told me that this was a very powerful object.

The name Rumplestiltskin was written across the blade.

I set it back down and continued looking.

I rummaged around for a bit until I heard a noise in the back of the shop.

"Jefferson? Did you hear that?"

"Yes." He answered.

I was beginning to notice he said yes a lot without giving anything more.

A woman appeared from the back of the shop, a woman who looked a lot like Belle, only older.

Jefferson looked shocked and excited for some reason.

"Yes.." I heard him mutter to himself.

"Hi, I'm sorry is this your shop?" I asked the woman.

"Uh, well it's my husbands." She had an accent like Belle too, and something inside me knew this was her, but it just wasn't possible.

"Is your name Belle?"

"Yeah. Who are you?"

I couldn't move. How was this even possible?

I looked over at Jefferson who shook his head.

I didn't tell her my name and changed the subject.

"By any chance, is your husband Mr.Gold?"

"Yeah. Who are you?"

I decided she wasn't going to let that question go, so I ignored Jefferson.

"Emma Swan."

As I said my name, she got really pale.

"Em-ma?" She looked as if I just pulled out a gun and pointed it at her.

"Yeah?"

"What happened?" She asked.

"What do you mean?" I think we were both confused now.

"You- you're young. And you don't remember us."

I had no idea what she was talking about until I remembered those memories I had when I was in a coma.

"I um, you were young too."

She looked so confused, maybe even more than I was.

"I'll be back, I'm going to go get my husband."