The Forgotten Few

Chapter Ten

All of the sudden, my head starts to pound. I become dizzy, and it became hard to breathe.

"Neal!" Is all I could manage to breathe out before I collapsed to the hard floor of the Dragon's hut.

* * *

I could see my mom, my dad, Snow and David, Regina and Robin, all standing in my house. In the corner, a door was open enough to see inside.

There was a crib, and anchors on the wall. A mobile hung over the soft blue and white sheets. Maylen was a sticker on the wall, written in a beautiful cursive font.

That is where I'm meant to be. Well, at least not now. I'm fourteen.

All of the sudden, the scenery dramatically changes. No more mobiles over a baby crib, but a young teenage boy, with sandy blonde hair.

Devon.

He had that twinkle in his eye. And I knew.

I was separated because of him, he was the reason I'm here. Why we are all here. Micah, Claire, Charlotte, Neal, and I.

I had to get back to Storybrooke. Fast.

* * *

I woke with a gasp.

"Neal!" I looked up and around. Not again. I just can't have him wandering off all the time!

"Maylen!" He came running out from behind the corner, "I was worried about you!" I sat up and hugged him. It felt so good to have an uncle there for you.

"But why were you over there, Neal?"

He hesitated, "Something came up."

I stood so I was eye level with him, even if I had to get on my toes.

"Neal," I said flatly, "Truth. Now. No. More. Lies." I stared at him straight in the eye.

"We have to go somewhere else, somewhere safe," he whispered.

I raised my eyebrow.

He took me by the elbow and dragged me outside. He tried to act casual and walked down the street, toward our apartment. Then, he suddenly pulled me into an ally way.

He pushed me against the wall with his hands. Then, he let go and breathed. Just breathed.

"Um, what are you doi-" but I stopped.

His hands were glowing. With his eyes still closed, he calmly said, "While to fell to the floor, I tried to catch you, but I couldn't. My hands started to glow. I couldn't hurt you. And that's when I realized something. I, Neal Charming, am the product of true love. One of the strongest true love in all the realms. I have magic."

"Oh, Neal!" I sighed, amazed.

"But there's something else too. You, Maylen, are the daughter of Emma Swan and Killian Jones, true love. You're their baby. And that can only mean one thing."

"What?"

"You have Magic too."

I stood there, just stood. Neal still had his eyes closed, still breathing, hands slowly became faint. How could he be so calm. He has magic now.

"But how do I know, when I can't feel it?" I asked, now confused.

"Oh, when the time comes," his hands had stopped glowing, and he opened his eyes and let out a sigh, of relief I think.

We started to walk back to the apartment. When we got there, the movie was just finishing up. They watched Peter Pan. I loved that movie. Now that I know, Captain Hook is my father. He isn't as bad as they portray him in the movie.