The Forgotten Few

Chapter Twelve

"Well?" Devon flared, "Till Storybrooke!" And he waved his hand angrily and dissapeared.

I stared at my hands. They had started to glow.

I raced to the window. As soon as Devon dissapeared, New York started to move again.

I turned to my group. My insides were churning with feelings of confusion, joy, and slight anger.

They all looked at me like I was some freak our of a circus. All except Neal, who had a smile of acceptance.

"Wait! Since when do you have," Micah shouted and paused, "magic?"

Almost at the same time, Charlotte looked to Neal, "You must know something about this. This must have been what you guys were doing when you were gone!"

I glared at her, "I don't know, since like now?!"

She looked at me, terrified.

"Just give her a second to take it all in, Micah, Charlotte, Claire," Neal told them, "trust me," he looked to me, "it takes some time."

I gave him a comforting look. Thanks is all I could tell him, but he seemed to understand perfectly.

"I..I don't know," Claire stuttered, "if I want to go to Storylane...Or whatever. If that man was from that place, it doesn't seem to safe!"

"Wait, Neal? Are you saying," Charlotte blurted and hesitated, "you have magic too?"

The way she said magic made it feel as though that word wasn't to be said in public.

Neal turned to Charlotte. He looked into her eyes like they were the only two in the room right now.

"Yes," is all he could say.

I knew Charlotte wanted to look away, but she couldn't. If he looked at her any harder, he would burn a hole in her head.

But, to my surprise, she stayed where she was, and looked at him back.

So, I guess you could say Charlotte had a soft side, for Neal that is.

"Of you are willing to except that," Neal half questioned half told her.

Charlotte did something unexpected at that moment. She nodded, and slowly leaned in to Neal, as if waiting for him to push away. But he didn't, in fact, he pushed closer to embrace her. They held their hug for what seemed like forever, and Charlotte was the one to break it.

Neal whispered something inaudible in Charlotte's ear, and she whispered something back. They smiled, and so did Micah, Claire, and I.

I turned and walked down the hallway into the room Micah and I shared. I took out the last suitcase. The smallest one, of course.

Half my clothes were gone, so I decided to take the other half. I had no idea how long we would be in Storybrooke, and I'm sure I would get new clothes there.

As I went to grab my shirt, my hands started to have a faint glow to them. My shirt swiftly came off its hanger and made its way into my suitcase.

I did the same for the rest of my clothes. This is interesting, I thought to myself.

Neal walked in, "We are ready to go."

"Alright," I zipped up my suitcase and rolled it into the hallway.

When I walked over to the living area, you could hear the slight chatter of Claire and Micah. I looked over to Ma'am. She was asleep, still.

"We should probably leave her a note," Micah commented.