–[Fairy Tale Land – Past]–
(A human Rumpelstiltskin is spinning straw in a crude-looking house. His son frantically rushes inside.)
Baelfire: Papa!
Raven: Papa!
Baelfire: They've come for Morraine.
(Rumpelstiltskin and his kids go outside. They live in a village. They watch from a distance as several knights drag away a young girl from her screaming parents.)
Mother: No!
Father: No! Please, please!
Mother: No! No, don't take her! No! No, you can't take her! She's my baby! Don't take my baby!
Hodor: Nonsense. She's a fine, strong girl. She'll make a fine soldier.
Father: It's a mistake – she's turning fourteen. Only fourteen!
Hordor: Orders of the Duke! The Ogre Wars have taken their toll this season. More troops will turn the tide.
Raven: They lowered the age again, Papa.
Rumpelstiltskin: I know.
Hordor: Take her.
(The other knights grab the girl.)
Hordor: She'll ride with me.
(The girl is shoved onto the back of his horse.)
Mother: No!
Father: You can't have her!
(The woman draws a knife and lunges towards the knight. Suddenly, she and the man are stopped by some invisible force. In the field behind them, there is a cloaked figure on a black horse, who appears to be the one that's controlling them. The man and the woman wither on the ground.)
Hordor: The Dark One seems to think I can.
(The dark figure relents and the Hordor, the knights, and the girl ride off.)
Baelfire: My birthday's in three days. They'll come for me in three days!
Rumpelstiltskin: We'll find a way. We'll... We'll find a way.
–[Storybrooke]–
(Mr. Gold is covering a piece of cloth with lanolin in the back room of his pawnshop. Emma enters through the front door and calls out for him.)
Emma: Gold! In here?
Mr. Gold: Well, it is my shop.
(Emma enters the back room.)
Emma: Whoa! What is that?
Mr. Gold: Oh, this is lanolin – used for waterproofing.
Emma: It smells like livestock.
Mr. Gold: Well, it is the reason why sheep's wool repels water.
Emma: It stinks. Um, if there was a reason you called the Sheriff's Department... If you want to talk about that quickly-
Mr. Gold: Yes.
Emma: Or outside...
Mr. Gold: I just wanted to, uh, express my condolences, really. The Sheriff was a good man. You're still wearing the Deputy's badge. Well, he's been gone two weeks, now, and I believe that after two weeks of acting as Sheriff, the job becomes yours. You'll have to wear the real badge.
Emma: Yeah, I guess. I'm just not in a hurry. So, um, thank you for the kind words.
(Emma goes to leave and exits to the main part of the shop. Mr. Gold follows her.)
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𝓞𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓐 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮
FantasyFor bail bonds collector Emma Swan, life has been anything but a happy ending. But on the night of her twenty-eighth birthday, an encounter with twins claiming to be the son and daughter she gave up for adoption ten years earlier leads her to a town...
