ENCHANTED ━━━━ ❝ and it was enchanting to meet you ❞
IN WHICH, when snow put emma in the wardrobe in the enchanted forest, a goddess was put in a secret cove in the enchanted forest by the olympian god, zeus, ten years later...
season one ━━━━ sea...
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019. the mad hatter
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THAT SAME NIGHT, Emma, Aphrodite and Mr Gold had entered the station to find Henry sat down near the entrance, reading his storybook.
"Henry, what are you doing here?" Emma asked, shocked to see him this late at night.
"I came to congratulate you two."
"For what?" Aphrodite chuckled in confusion.
"Your genius plan." He smiled at them as the two blonde were still awfully confused.
Mr Gold leant down towards him," And what plan's that, Henry?" The boy didn't answer. "Right." He smirked and walked away down the hall.
Henry watched as Mr Gold left, "Sorry, I thought Mr Gold was in on it now that he's Miss Blanchard's lawyer." He said.
"In on what?"
"The escape plan."
"The what now?"
Suddenly, Gold's voice called out to them, "Sherriff, Ms Hart. Could you both join me, please?"
The blondes glanced at each other before they walked down the hall into the other room, where they found Gold standing in front of an empty cell. A cell with no Mary Margret in.
"She's gone." Gold stated.
Emma looked at Henry, "Henry, what did you do?"
"Nothing," He held his arms in surrender. "She was gone when I got here."
"Holy fucking shit," Let out Aphrodite as she looked at them. "Her arraignment's tomorrow!"
"If she's not there..."
"She a fugitive," Emma's eyes widened. "Doesn't matter if she's convicted for Kathryn or not she's screwed," The Sheriff frantically turned around to grab her things out her office. "We have to find her before someone notices she's missing."
"Oh, you mean Regina?"
"The arraignment's at 8am. I'm sure she'll be here bright and early to celebrate her victory."
"Well, you both have until 8am, then." Mr Gold told them.
Soon enough, Emma and Aphrodite were inside of the car. Emma drove through the woods, both distracted, looking for any sight of Mary Margret.
Aphrodite sat in the passenger seat, her body rigid, her hands wringing together in her lap. The only movement on her body was her head. She would look out the window, her eyes wide and frantic, as if she'd hope to spot Mary Margret along the woods.
