We are the Lost Girls (OUAT)

Chapter 10

Spencer put her hand up to her face as light shines into her eyes. The light came from a huge hole on the side of the wall and ash covered the whole room.

Where am I?

Spencer pinched herself because there was no way she was standing in an abandon castle in the middle of some fairytale land.

“Hello?”, the girl called out in hope she was not truly alone. Her voice bounced around the room before it faded into nothingness.

Great, Spencer bitterly thought in her head, this is just great.

The girl cautiously took a step forward when something hit her left foot. It was a dulled sword that Spencer imagined was once shiney. She lifted up to the light and red reflected off the sword. The sword fell out of her hand with a clang and Spencer stared at the dried up blood with wide eyes.

I should've read that book when my parents asked me to.

The room was filled with cobwebs and broken crib was knocked to its side. Spencer picked up a small bear off the floor and wiped some dust off of it.

What is this place?

The eerie atmosphere was starting to get to the girl so Spencer quickly made her way out of the room. Suddenly, Spencer’s eyes started to water and she covered her mouth as she started to gag from the foul smell.

Corpses, rotting corpses to be precise, lay across the hallway.

Spencer struggled to breath, her heart raced in her chest. All the girl wanted to do was curl up in a ball and wait for someone, anyone to take her away from the site. Never had Spencer been so afraid in her life. She struggled to make her legs move and finally, as strangled cry left her lips the girl ran as fast as she could.

The girl didn’t stop even as branches scratched onto her face or even when she tripped over overgrown tree roots. It wasn’t until the bile collecting in her mouth demanded to be let out that she finally leaned onto a tree to gain her breath.

Spencer’s lip wobbled as she tried to comprehend what she had saw.

Fairytales are supposed to be happy. What is going on here?! Please, don’t let this be a repeat of Neverland.

“Are you okay?”

Spencer froze before scrambling to reach for a broken tree branch off the floor. She turned around wildly before pointing the stick at the unknown voice. There stood a young boy, no older than four staring at her with curious eyes.

The boy pointed at her head, “You’re hurt.”

Spencer put her hand on her forehead and winced. A low branched had hit the top of her head, but the girl had been to afraid to notice.The boy took a step forward and she backed away from him ready to run. Everything about that boy screamed Rory and it hurt to even think about the other lost boys.

“Papa!”, the boy screamed out making Spencer anxious, “Papa, someone’s hurt!”

A group of men ran towards the boy's screaming and Spencer quickly hid behind a tree trunk. She wouldn’t be able to outrun them, but she wasn’t about to allow herself to get captured.

A man with a quiver behind his back kneeled besides the young boy, “Rolland, are you okay?”

Rolland pointed to the tree Spencer was hiding behind, “She’s hurt.”

Spencer cursed in her head and hesitantly peeked her head out from the side of the tree.

The man set his bow down before putting his hands in the air, “It’s okay. We’re not going to hurt you. My names Robin Hood and this is my son Roland.”

Spencer remained quiet and the man’s eye drifted to her forehead “You’re bleeding, we can help you.”

The girl shook her head, “I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”

Robin frowned, “It won’t be of any trouble.”

Spencer shook her head, “I should really be going.”

She let go of the tree and quickly began to walk in the opposite direction.   

“Are you a princess?”

Spencer looked back to see it was Roland who asked the question, “No, why did you ask?"

Roland pointed at her clothes, “You look like one.”

Spencer's breath caught as she looked down at her clothes. She was in a white dress and a purple cloak. Her clothes were the same colors as Emma's blanket.

Spencer's mind ran wildly, she gripped onto a tree's trunk and shook her head, “I'm not..”

Black spots filled her vision and she tried to focus on her breathing, “I'm not a...”

The girl was falling, her eyes failed to stay open.

Spencer mumbled, “I'm not a princess.” Before falling into nothingness.

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Storybrooke, Maine- 1 year after Pan's death

Spencer gasped awake and quickly sat up in a sitting position.

What happened? What happened?!

Spencer's eyes ran wildly around the room and she clutched her chest trying to catch her breathe. She was sitting in a bed and sunlight shined through the window.

Was everything a dream?

Spencer shook her head wildly. No, no. Neverland is real. It has to be.

“Emma!”

Emma. Spencer could clearly remember saying goodbye to her. Everything in her head was all to vivid. It can't be all a dream.

“Spencer!”

Spencer's head fell back into the pillow. She hadn't slept in a bed since she left to Neverland. Tears slid down her cheek. It was all a dream.

“Spencer?”

The voice finally broke through Spencer's thoughts and she slowly lifted her head.

David.

A sob tore through her mouth and Spencer leaped out of the bed. Spencer quickly wrapped her arms around David's waist and buried her head into his chest.

It's real. It's real. It's real.

“Hey, hey. What's wrong? Do you remember anything? ” David rubbed her back to bring her a source of comfort but the girl remained silent.

“Snow, can you come here please?”

Another hand was suddenly combing through Spencer's hair, “Emma's not here. I couldn't find Henry either. What's wrong?”

David shook his head, “She won't tell me anything.”

Breathe. Just breathe. Spencer forced herself to calm down and gripped onto the fact what she knew was real.

“Sweetie?”

My name is Spencer Elizabeth Swan. I've lived in Neverland for more than a decade. Peter Pan is real, Neverland is real. I’m not crazy. I'm not crazy.

“I'm okay.”, Spencer mumbled into David's shirt and slowly lifted her head.

Snow stood beside her with a swollen belly. Spencer's jaw dropped. The girl wasn't dumb, she knew what that meant. Spencer's initial panic of everything being a dream quickly vanished and she was forced to face the reality of something else.

She knew of her parents wishes but this was too sudden. Spencer couldn't simply ignore the raging beast inside her mother's belly. It was here, staring straight Spencer ready to explode at any moment.

Snow stroked her belly lightly, “We have a lot to talk about.”

I hope you guys understand that I am switching back and forth from the Enchanted forest to Storybrooke. I'll probably do this for a few chapters and then will stick to present tense.