The Forgotten Few

Chapter Eleven

Emma locked the shed and headed into the house.

"Killian?" Emma shouted as she opened the door into a empty living room.

Killian walked out from behind the corner of the stairs, "I'm right here, love." He saw Emma's distraught face, and went to comfort her with a hug, "What's wrong?"

"It's Devon. When we were kids, the only reason we were friends was because he wanted to stalk me. He wanted to follow me here. It wasn't a true friendship."

"Oh, Emma," Killian took her by the hand, "let's go for a walk."

They were outside in the cold, chill air. They walked past Granny's, Gold's Shop, to the docks, where Killian led Emma to his ship.

"I just don't know what to do! He seemed so powerful! I mean, he took our daughter, and that took a lot out of me!" Emma sighed as her and Killian walked across the deck, "I don't know how we are going to fight him."

Killian made her sit on to the stairs leading up to the top deck. He kissed her forehead, and looked her in the eyes.

"I don't know how we are going to fight him, Emma. My knowledge is the same as yours," Emma looked into Killian's sea blue eyes, "But there's one thing that sailing has taught me. You can't be in control of the wind," Killian wrapped his arms around Emma, "but you can adjust the sails."

Emma leaned into Killian's shoulder.

All of the sudden, Regina poofed onto the deck.

"Sorry to interrupt this," she looked at the couple, "family moment, but Emma, someone's here to see you. And I don't know if it can help our case or not."

"Devon!" Emma got up and tried to rush to the docks, but Regina stopped her.

"No, not that boy," she said, "someone else." The way she said it would make you uncomfortable.

Emma, Killian, and Regina all walked briskly to the Charming's loft.

When they got there, Snow was sitting on the loveseat with David by her side, her hand on her head.

"Emma!" Merida walked out from behind the corner. She had aged some, but still looked her young self.

"Merida?" Emma was surprised, "how...How did you get here?"

"The beanstalks are growing wonderfully back in the Enchanted Forest. I used a bean to get here," then she walked up to Emma, but her eye caught Emma's wedding ring, "Congratulations!"

Emma realized what she was talking about, "Um, yeah. Hook and I married a year or so ago. We had a daughter, but um, she swept up in a curse."

Merida's eyes widened.

"I bring the same bad matters. You see, when I went back to Dunbroch, I was crowned Queen. I had no king, until I found a lovely man named Spencer. He was from another clan, but he wasn't as stuck up as the clans I had competed with years ago. He was crowned my King. We had," she sighed, "two daughters, and named them Micah and Claire, after my cousins who had died to save our kingdom, years ago," Merida's accent was thickly woven with each word.

"But what are you doing here?" Killian asked.

"They were swept up in a curse that had come over our land," Merida continued.

Emma looked to her parents, "Does that mean," she hesitated, "all of the infants in Storybrooke​, and the Enchanted Forest I guess, were swept up in Devon's curse?"

Snow looked up, "Were they all taken to New York?"

Emma had a gut feeling. He's coming. And there he was, the blonde in the middle of the room.

"Actually, no. Only a select few went to New York. The ones I thought had a chance." Devon smirked, "Oh, and now that you know that my curse, which was of course casted at the well here in Storybrooke, has also reached your loving home," this time he was looking to Snow and David, "the Enchanted Forest. Well I guess you can figure it out from there."

Emma raced to punch him, but he was too quick, and dissapeared.

"Does this mean?" Regina said, "that travel through realms is possible again?"

"I don't know," Emma told everyone, "but if it is I think I know where a portal could open up."

"Tell us," David said.

"The well." She finished.