The Forgotten Few

Chapter Nine

After Regina told the other civilians of Storybrooke to go back to their homes, she walked into Emma and Killian's home.

"Where's your daughter?" Regina asked Emma.

"She's...," Emma hesitated, "gone. She was taken away by Devon, and was sent to, um, New York."

"But, Regina, what about your daughter?" Asked Snow.

About two years ago Robin and Regina had gotten married, and about two months ago they had a daughter named Charlotte.

"I lost her too," Regina said as a single tear rolled down her face.

Robin opened the door into the Jones' house, and when he saw Regina crying, he went to comfort her.

"Oh, Regina. I'm so sorry," Emma got up and hugged her. Killian and David went to give a hug to Robin, more or less a hug anyway.

"But, as we all have our losses, we should find out why Devon, or whatever his name is, took our loved ones," added Regina.

Emma had her arm intertwined with Killian's, and her head rested on his shoulder, thinking about Devon.

"I have to go see him. Talk to him. When we were children, we were friends, but I guess not. But," Emma looked at her family, "I have to go alone."

Killian stared at her, "I can't let you go alone. I can't let you be alone with that monster. He took our daughter, I I won't let him take you.

Killian looked Emma straight in the hey emerald green eyes. They seemed to share a message.

"Killian, I'll be fine," Emma turned to her parents, "He won't hurt me."

Snow nodded her head silently with a small face across​ her face. David looked her in the eye, then down to the floor.

"Just be careful, Emma. We can't lose the savior," Robin winked at her.

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Meanwhile in Gold's Shop

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The ring of the bell could be heard from the front of the shop as a teenager with sandy blonde hair walked through the door.

Rumple came walking out from the back room, "What do you want, Devon?" He asked.

"Well, that depends on if you want to cooperate with me," he paused, " little brother."

Rumple looked at him with displeasure in his eyes, "And how could you,"he paused, "be my brother. I'm an only child."

Devon walked closer to  to the counter Rumple was standing behind. He put his hands on the counter, and leaned in close, so he only had to whisper. "Let me show you."

They disappeared in a cloud of blue smoke.

They appeared at the well. The same well Devon cast the curse.

"Now, explain," Rumple said flatly.

"You don't seem to happy now that you have a brother," Devon smirked.

Rumple smirked too, but then resided to his expression he was wearing before. None.

"Alright," Devon started to walk around the well as he explained, "you see, before Pan, our father," Devon chuckled at this, "had you with the Black Fairy, he had another child, before you. My mother's name was Rosanna. She was wonderful.-"

"And why would I believe you are my brother?" Interrupted Rumple.

"I am getting there, anyways. My mother abandoned my father and I. He promised to never do the same with me. When I was fourteen, the Black Fairy visited my house. Our father thought she was the most beautiful fairy he had ever seen. My father had gone out that night on a supply run, and he trusted your mother so much he left her with me. That was the night I was cursed.-"