Jared Gilmore Imagines

Help Me | H.M.

Synopsis: The reader lives in the Enchanted Forest and encounters Henry.

Third View

With the bow in her hands and arrow hanging from her shoulder, the girl left the small cave.

6:37 A.M. The sun was rising, one of the best times for hunting. Breathing in the scent of the forest, a small smile found its way onto her face.

The sound of leaves cracking was heard throughout the forest as she took every step. She looked ahead, searching for her next prey, her hand reaching to her back, taking one arrow slowly before placing it on the elastic and pulling it back. The arrow pointing towards the ground, while she slowly got closer to the tree that would hide her from the deer standing a few feet ahead of her.

She lifted both of her arms, the left arm in front of her holding onto the bow while the right arm pulled the elastic backwards, until i reached just below her chin.

She look at her still target, concentrating, and took a deep breath. The arrow laid on her fingers. Just as she felt the arrow slipping off of her fingers, she heard a sound emit from behind her, making her swiftly turn around. Her target quickly changing, now on whatever was behind her.

The girl was surprised when she saw a bot around her age standing there, with both of his arms lifted, a scared yet calm expression reflected on his face.

"Who are you?" she pulled the elastic a little bit more, with the intentions of showing that she was not afraid of shooting.

"My name's Henry. Henry Mills and I'm looking for my family." he said slowly, pausing every once in a while. Each breath feeling heavy as it left his mouth.

"Get lost." she said turning around to look at the trees and animals surrounding them before taking a few steps forward, only to be stopped by the guy's voice, making her face him again.

"Please." he pleaded.

"How do I know you're not lying?" she asked suspiciously, lifting one of her eyebrows.

"I really need your help." he explained. "I'm from a small town called Storybrooke and I have to go back." When the teenager heard this words come out from the guy's mouth, she let out a laugh.

"You're not serious." she said after calming down. "And you expect me to believe that?" the boy stared at her, a serious expression displayed on his face. "Let me guess, your stories are written on a book as well." she continued.

"Well..."

"Don't answer that." she stopped him, raising one of her hands to emphasize the previous words.

"I'm not joking around and I'm certainly not doing this to waste your time. I really need to go back home. See, you might not believe me but the town I talked about before, Storybrooke is real. Of course, not many people know about it but it's real, I can assure you that." said the dark-haired boy.

"With a name as ridiculous as that, of course not many people would know about me." she continued teasing.

"I really really need your help!" he began pleading again.

"Sure you do." she repeated, her teasing expression changing into a serious one. "Now leave me alone, you're wasting my time." said the girl before walking away.