A lose modern version of the Grimm tale fairy tale story "The Girl With a Rose on Her Forehead" thrown into the world of Once Upon a Time.
Azelea lives in the town of StoryBrooke along with all the other fairytale characters. She lives on her own...
"I'm sorry to disappoint but I have never seen her before in my life." Mr.Gold said as he crossed his arms looking at Elsa. "So how did she end up inside your urn?" Emma asked. Azalea held onto Elsa's hand tightly as the two bickered, Hook holding back Emma for the most part. "Look, if you really want to know how she ended up there she's standing right beside you Ms.Swan. Why not ask her?" Mr.Gold said pointing to Elsa. "She did, but something happened to my memories and I can't recall a lot." Elsa said with guilt. "Which is a common occurrence around here." Azalea said with a sigh. "You can see that a lot of things fall into my possession around here, necklaces, urns, and all matter of things. I can't know the history of all of them." Mr.Gold said. "Only if there is something in it for you correct?" Hook asked. "As you can see I have been going through a lot of life changes as of recent, I lost a son, gained a wife, all having an effect on me for the better." He said spiting Hook. "Remember my super power, I will be able to tell if your lying." Emma said putting her hands on his hips. "I can do you one better, Belle can use the dagger to force me to tell the truth." Mr.Gold said turning to Belle. "What? No- no I couldn't!" the girl said looking down. "Ms.Swan wants proof, and I am willing to give her just that." He said turning to Emma. "Fine," Belle said, not looking too happy as she pulled the dagger out of her purse. "I command you Dark One, to tell them the truth." She said holding the dagger in her hands. Azalea felt a shiver run up her spine, seeing the dagger so up and close. She had pushed all negative feelings of Mr.Gold to the side, but it didn't make the memories or damages he had caused in her life to be forgotten. "The truth is...just as I said, I had no idea someone was in there." Mr.Gold said looking each of his guest in the eye. Azalea eyed the Dagger as Belle held it tightly in her grip, something was off about it. She had felt the magic from the blade before, she wasn't feeling that magic with the blade in Belle's hand now. "But I wish you the best of luck in finding your sister." Mr.Gold said to Elsa. "Okay, thank you." Emma said turning to Hook, Elsa, and Azalea. "Let's go see if we can find any other clues somewhere." She said leading the group out. Azalea was the last to leave, but as she went to shut the door her eyes landed on the Dagger, knowing that it was some sort of fake. There was no dark magic coming from the Dagger, and every other time she had ever gone near it she had always felt the magic. But that left one question. Where was the real Dagger?
As Azalea shut the door Mr.Gold frowned, he had noticed her looking at the Dagger, what if she knew? If anyone would be able to tell that it was a fake it would be the local flower enchantress. "Is something wrong darling?" Belle asked walking over. "No, not at all." Mr.Gold said with a smile, covering up his worries.
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-Azalea Pov- (outfit^^^)
"I'm here, where is Marian?" I asked walking into the Mayor's office. Mary stood from beside the couch and called me over. I held my bag and my mothers book in my hands as I walked over and looked over Marian. She was pale, her skin looked cold to the touch, and a ice blue streak through her hair. "And you said she just passed out during the meeting at city hall?" I asked taking a seat beside the couch and opening my book. "Yes, she was fine one second and the next she passed out with that streak in her hair. Her skin has been getting colder and colder." David said as I flipped through the pages. "I have only eve seen this once. My mother had to use complicated magic to un-do the effects. It will take some time, I'm not sure I will be able to fix it." I admitted stopping on the page that I was looking for while talking to the couple. My mother had hand made all the pages in the book, but this had been one of her last additions. I took a calming breath, remembering why she had to make this page in the first place.
