Once Upon A Time ~ Book 1

Chapter 75 - The Beautiful Guardian Of Lake Nostos

Mary Margaret walked through the streets of Storybrooke, the wind blowing the orange, crisp leaves accross the path. Her face was full of sorrow and humiliation. She was heartbroken.
Two middle aged woman walking in the opposite direction spotted Mary Margaret as they approached.
"Did you here what happened?" whispered one of them.
"Yeah." said the other and they walked into the shop, avoiding her.
Mary Margaret walked quicker and bent her head.
A couple walked past soon after, glaring at her.
"That's her." said the woman quitely.
"I know."
Mary Margaret put her hand one her chest and tryed to prevent herself from crying as she watched the couple walk away. Suddenly she into Granny.
"Gosh! I'm sorry. I didn't......" Granny started, then looked up into her face. Her expiration changed.
"Excuse me, I must not have been looking." she said at the same time.
"........You."
"Excuse me?"
"You should be ashamed of yourself." she walked away leaving Mary Margaret hurt and misunderstood. Tear drops began to gather in her eyes.

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"What's your name?" asked the beautiful woman, gentle walking on the surface of the water towards Charming who stood in surprise at the Guardian.
"Would you like to know mine?" she asked when she got no reply. "Because I can be anyone you want me to be."
"Stop." he held up his sword. "I know what you are, you're a Siren. And your deceitful words are a spell meant to lure me to my death."
She stared down at the blade of his sword, then she pushed it down. "I would never hurt such a brave and powerful man like yourself." she stepped closer and gently glided her hands down his chest. "Not when there are do many other things we could do."
"I said stop." he grasped her arm. "I will not fall prey to your deceptions."
"Really?" she smiled and shrugged from his grip, stepping back. "You're immune to me?" she bent down and took some water in her hands, showering it over her head. Not the beautiful blond haired girl stared at him now, but Snow. She smiled and Charming gazed into her eyes, intranced.
"Like me more now, Charming?" she asked in Snow's voice.
"No, you're not really her. It's an illusion. I know it's not real."
"Sometimes illusions are better than truth." she stepped closer to him again. "Everything you want that you can't have........" she put her hands around his arms. "......I can give it to you." she whispered in his ear. She glided her hands around his chest, circling him.
Charming closed his eyes.
".....All you have to do.........is kiss me." her arms were around his shoulders. "I know you want to. I can feel it." she leaned closer.
"No." he shook his head.
She touched his lips with hers and Charming closed his eyes, letting her in, allowing her take him over. He dropped his sword, and it fell beneath the ripples in the lake. They kissed and now had his hands around her waists. She broke away and Charming stared at her, love sick. She smiled and pulled him deeper into the lake.
"No. I don't want an illusion. I want reality or nothing." he said, falling from daze.
"And this doesn't feel real?" she leaned forward again and kissed him more brusfully now, her hands feeling around his neck.
"Snow..........." he breathed.
"Oh....... That's right. It's me." she smiled.
They kissed again.
"I love you." she said.
He broke away. "No. It's not you." "Yes, it is. I love you."
"No. This is not real love. I've felt it. And this isn't it. I know the difference." he pushed her away.
"Congratulations, Prince Charming." she smiled. "You're the first."
He stared at her in confusion.
Then suddenly she leaped at him, pushing him into the water. She pulled him beneath it, dragging him down, to the centre of the Lake. He broke free of her and she motioned to him to come closer. He glanced down at the bottom of the Lake where pebbals and weeds lay, but also rusted helmets and armour, some with the skeletons remaining.
He quickly swam away, but the reeds growing at the bottom of the Lake reached out and pulled him back down to the pebbals. The Siren Swan towards him, smiling as the life drained from his face. He took a last glance at the pebbals beneath him and spotted a knife lying isolated by the weeds. The Siren grasped his collar and kissed him brusfully again, in the water, her dark hair waving. Then suddenly her eyes opened wide in shock.and she broke away, the water around her becoming red.
Charming held the knife in his hand, as he watched the Siren disguised as Snow float away, her chest red with blood, then she turned back to blond beauty from before.
Charming kicked away from the weeds and quickly swam to the surface of the Lake. He gasped and choked for air.

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David stood by the streets in Storybrooke, scrubbing the word TRAMP that was written in red on his jeep.
"Who did this?" said Mary Margaret walking towards David's jeep her voice hoarse.
David looked around at her. "I don't know. I'm sorry. I don't know how any of this happened."
"You don't know. Really?"
David looked around then stepped closer to her. "Mary Margaret, I can't control what other people do." he walked her to footpath.
"No, but you can control what you do. And you lied. And now everybody is calling me a tramp." she cryed.
"Who told her?"
"That is exactly the wrong question....... The real question is why didn't you do what we discussed?...... Why didn't you tell her?" she cryed silently.
"I thought we could spare her feelings."
"Right. You thought. Not we. You. And we discussed this."
"I didn't want anyone to get hurt."
"Now everyone is hurt. We had an understanding. We had an agreement. But you not only lied to her, you lied to me." tears streamed down her pale face.
"Mary Margaret, please. Listen to me. If we want to see if this, if what we have........." his voice began to break "........is love, we have to what you said..... We have to pick up the pieces and we gotta move on."
She shook her head. "David, this isn't love."
"What?" he breathed silently.
"What we have is something else entirely. What we ha e is destructive. And it has to stop." she voice grew hoarse again.
David reached out to whip away her tears. "Can we........" he started but she closed her eyes and turned her head away. "What are you saying?" tears filled in his eyes.
She looked up into his face. "That we shouldn't be together."
He nodded slowly, a tear rowling down his face.

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Emma walked to her yellow car and brushed the orange brown leaves from the windscreen and the back.
Suddenly from the corner if her eye she saw something next to the tyre, buried beneath the leaves. She pulled a rusty red toolbox towards her with her black booted foot then went down on her honkers and pulled it closer, smiling in relief. She opened it to see Henry's fairytale book inside. She smiled happily, took it out and stood up, looking around her car, confused.
Near by, in the shadow of a alleyway August stood next to his bike watching Emma as she searched for evidence around the car.