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Apr 5 2015, 01:30 PM


Papa was in the kitchen making tea. Grace couldn’t wait! To her, no one made more delicious tea than Papa! Although being young and secluded, she hadn’t tasted very many teas. There were the ones Papa made; and, the ones the neighbors made. But there was no doubt in little Grace’s mind that Papa’s was the best! He was home, done with his work for the day; and, soon she’d be sipping that very scrumptious tea!

But Grace was filled with energy and not content to sit still and wait! Papa seemed to be taking forever! Papa had told her not to run inside the house but...He was in the kitchen so she didn’t think he’d know so long as she was quiet! After running a few laps around her table with the tea set and her beloved stuff animals, giggling softy, she noticed Papa’s hat. It was soooo pretty! All of a sudden she was overwhelmed with a great desire to feel it, play with it. Papa looked so cool when he flipped it on his head! She’d try something like that!

She hustled over to where it was hung up. It was a little above her head so she had to jump to grab it; but, soon she was rewarded when her fingers closed around the smooth silk. She tugged and yanked it down, falling backwards slightly as she did so. But the prize was hers! She grinned proudly, hugging the hat to her chest. Yes! It felt very nice indeed! Now..If she could just figure out how to flip it like Papa!

Grace threw it up in the air, trying to catch it with her head. She wasn’t sure what exactly she’d done wrong. But she knew before it would land that things hadn’t gone quite right. Not enough force? The angle was wrong?

Oh well! She didn’t believe in giving up! She’d try again! But..Maybe if she got a better feel for it... Flipping was like spinning wasn’t it? Only it was spun up rather than to the side! At least that’s what she thought! But spinning was easier! Maybe if she practiced spinning first it would go better!

She grinned and nodded her head in a determined fashion. Yes! She was doing that! She tossed the hat to the side, watching it twirl! But then..Something amazing happened! Her eyes widened in delight and wonder as the hat expanded and exuded purple smoke. She rushed closer to get a better look, jumping a bit just for the joy of the surprise and then...It was like the smoke grabbed her and pulled her inside. Just like magic!

Grace was giggling when she fell into a new place, landing on her feet like a cat. There were so many colorful doors! She clapped her hands excitedly as her head tossed and turned, trying to drink them all in at once!

She saw there was a looking glass and immediately moved towards it not because she was vain but because she wasn’t sure where the hat had gone. She couldn’t see it anywhere. Maybe the looking glass could show her! It had to be somewhere in the room didn’t it?

Grace still couldn’t find the hat but as a curious child..Well she had to touch the glass! Only..It didn’t feel like glass at all and she gasped, both eager and startled when her fingers slipped right through it as though the looking glass wasn’t glass at all but some sort of liquid. The hat entirely forgotten, she stepped outside the ‘glass’ to see grass and gigantic mushrooms! She clapped her hands again, giddy! What was this place?! It looked fun! She took off running determined to explore! Maybe she could even bring Papa back a few mushrooms to sell at market!
Mar 24 2015, 03:33 PM


Grace wasn’t sure how Papa would feel if he knew what she was up to. On the one hand, she suspected he’d be a little proud of just how much she’d learned. It always amazed Grace just how silently Papa could move. She always thought he would make an excellent thief. Or maybe it was the other way around. Maybe he was so good at sneaking around because he’d been a thief before he’d ever been a mushroom seller. Grace knew that he hadn’t always been one. She couldn’t remember a time before. But the neighbors said it wasn’t always so. But they didn’t know what he’d done. Grace was of course curious; but, Papa had a hard time talking about things before Mama’s death. She didn’t want to make him feel bad by asking difficult questions. So Papa’s past for the most part remained a secret. She knew that if she really wanted to know, if she asked Papa would always answer. Papa never lied, not to her! But...She couldn’t take that pain that flashed across his face when she asked about Mama or..anything before it was the two of them against the world.

Papa would surely be impressed with just how much Grace had improved. She was always watching him. And so she’d learned to move the way he did, silently. Sneaking was all but second nature by now. And recently..Well she’d had reason to hone the skill. She wasn’t exactly proud of what she was about to do but..It was necessary! She hadn’t found a single portal in this area. She had to start looking somewhere else! Papa...Every day he looked worse and worse in the mirror! He hadn’t given up. He continued to make the hats like...Well...She didn’t at all care for that gleam in his eyes or the obsessive behavior. But she wouldn't think it! She wouldn't think he worked like a man possessed, like someone...possibly deranged, unstable.

Papa...Papa was unwell! He was hurting! And Grace couldn’t even call out to him, tell him she was there, that she saw; and, she believed in him! It hurt! It really hurt! Papa had lost confidence because of her selfish wish! And now he was trapped in another land! But Grace would find him! This was just like one of their games, hide and seek! Only the rules were slightly different. She knew where he was. She just had to find a way to get to him! But in the end she’d call out, “Papa, I found you"! He’d come running to her like he always he did, scoop her up in his arms and hold her close! It would be...

She was shaking a little, hiding below decks, waiting for the ship to set sail. How could she think it would be alright?! She’d seen his neck the scars...And with the mirror..She knew exactly how he’d gotten them! Because of her...The Queen of Hearts had chopped off Papa’s head! His head! Papa had lost it! Yes...Someone had apparently sewn it back on; but, that didn’t make it okay! She couldn’t imagine living through something so horrible! His head had been separated from his body!

And now...Grace was trying her hardest to get to him; and, Papa was working his hardest to get to her. But...Their feelings alone...Were they enough to reach?! So far they hadn’t been! Day in and day out, it was failure after failure for both of them! Papa couldn’t get a hat to work. Grace couldn’t find a portal. She was helpless! All she could do was watch over him like a ghost. As much as she screamed, as much as she wept, he could hear nothing. Once in a fit of depression when the neighbors were out and so she knew they wouldn’t hear, wouldn’t worry, she flung the mirror across the wall. The intention hadn’t been to break it of course. Now it was the only connection between her and Papa even if it was only a one way mirror. But...It had just gotten to be too much. Papa had finished another hat and just...Nothing!

Why?! Why had she believed that time would be different?! Why had she stoked her hopes until they were blazing?! Just...She’d found nothing. He’d made nothing. So many days...Grace had lost track of how long Papa had been gone.

Here time was the enemy. She didn’t want to measure the passing of days. It was depressing. It was better if one day could just bleed into the next without noting the passage of time at all. It was just another day without Papa. Another week. Another year. Another birthday. Another Christmas. No Papa. Just Grace and the neighbors who couldn’t possibly understand Grace’s sense of loss or the guilt that plagued her for the cruel separation. Honestly, sometimes she felt closer to her magic mirror than them. The mirror was the only thing that could show her Papa, let her know he was alright. Only he wasn’t alright! He was sick and unhappy! He was miserable! And all he could do was make hat after hat! Each day as she gazed in the mirror she’d fight to be optimistic. She’d whisper “You can do it Papa!”, knowing he would never hear her. But...she had to try and encourage him in her own way! She couldn’t admit she was entirely powerless to help her beloved Papa when he was trapped in a faraway world. But each day more and more of her hope slipped away. Another hat. Another failure. Sometimes even her faith could waver; and, she’d wonder if she’d ever really see her papa again.

Today...Today was such a day. But..She hadn’t given up! She hadn’t! That’s why she’s smuggled herself aboard this ship! Maybe Papa would be upset if he knew...But she couldn’t just sit back and do nothing while he worked so hard! She knew the neighbors would be upset, especially since this wasn’t the first time she’d disappeared. But...What could she do?! They weren’t looking for him. She tried not to blame them for that. He wasn’t their family after all. But Papa was Grace’s, the only family she had in all the worlds! She had to do her very best to help! Just why...Why wasn't anything she did good enough?! Because she was weak...Because she'd been selfish..Papa suffered!

She just...She wished the neighbors hadn’t given up on Papa. They didn’t think he was ever coming back. But he was! Soon Grace and him would be a family again! She’d make it so! She just...Had to hold on a bit longer, had to be brave!

Grace wrapped her arms around her knees, pulling them to her chest. Then she laid her head on top of her knees. That way even if someone should stumble upon her, they wouldn’t see the tears.
Feb 24 2015, 07:58 PM
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<h1>Portal Please!<b>|</b></h1>

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<p>The Dark One had warned Grace against this course of action. He’d pointed out that portals were quite rare; and, it was unlikely that anyone would have one. But Grace wasn’t going to give up! Papa was waiting for her! He was trying so hard to get back to her, making hat after hat, hoping one of them would be a portal. How could she do any less?! No, she wouldn’t leave it all to Papa! She had to do her part too! The Dark One had given her information which she was grateful for as much as it pained her. Now at least she understood, Papa wasn’t in this world anymore. She needed a portal to get to Wonderland, to get to him. And with the mirror she could tell he really needed her! He was....There was no reason to think about it! She’d get to him quickly; and, then he’d go back to being the Papa she recognized!

<p>That was cruel of her...It wasn’t like she didn’t recognize him. And...If Papa could stare back in the mirror and see her...He wouldn’t be so pleased either! She couldn’t be a hypocrite! Just..None of this mattered! The only thing that mattered was getting a portal! She didn’t care if she was stuck in Wonderland forever! Papa was the only thing she needed! If she could just find some way to him...

<p>The Dark One didn’t have anything else that could help her. He’d told her the truth and given her the mirror so that she could see Papa, know how he was doing. But he didn’t have a portal. Grace had heard rumors of a powerful witch called Maleficent and a castle far up in the mountains that belonged just to her. Maybe someone like that would have a portal! Well, Grace would never know if she didn’t try! Although the Dark One specifically told her not to...But she had to know! She had to give this portal hunting quest everything she had!

<p>The neighbors wouldn’t be happy with her either. So...She was sneaking out again. She’d been doing that a lot recently. She did feel guilty about it; but, it was necessary! They didn’t even think Papa was coming back!

<p>But..Maleficent could turn herself into a dragon, the way rumors told it. So she’d have to be really careful!

<p>After a long arduous climb the castle was finally within sight! She was excited but nervous at the same time. Butterflies danced in her stomach. Right then...What was the best way to approach this? Her castle might be guarded or have any number of traps.

<p>“Hello?!” she called out. “Maleficent?! Are you here?! I don’t mean to intrude; but, I really need to talk to you!”
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<h2>A Hunting We Will Go!</h2>
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<h1>Show Me Your Strong Heart<b>|</b></h1>

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<p>It was time. Grace wasn’t sure if she was someone who should be considered brave. She’d fought her hardest to find a way back to her papa, seek out a portal to wonderland it was true. Her adventures had been...rather crazy things. She’d had far too many close calls. But she wasn’t sure if it counted as bravery or foolishness. And when it came to facing people openly and honestly admitting her true self, her genuine feelings, she typically couldn’t. She shied away and hid behind a sweet smile and cheerful chatter, acting like she didn’t have a care in the world. That was likely cowardice. It was true that she didn’t want to upset people, especially Papa, the most important person in the whole world to her. But there was more to it than that. She feared rejection. If she asked certain questions, heard Papa say he blamed her or hated her or that he could no longer see her as his little girl and she was more a stranger than anything...It would crush her. So she smiled and she made tea and avoided real talks as much as possible. She’d been trying. But both Papa and her were bad with awkward conversations. They had a lot of ground to cover yet. But no more of that now. That wasn’t today’s work.

<p>No, today it was finally time to apologize to Regina. It wasn’t that she’d been putting it off or at least she’d like to think that wasn’t it. It was more of a lack of opportunity. But now...It was long past time! She’d never wanted to leave the kind, melancholic queen. Regina had seemed so sad and lonely. But Bruce had come to her in the middle of the night and told her that they had to leave right then. It had taken some convincing as Grace had already agreed to stay with her. She’d really admired and respected Regina, found her wonderful and would have loved to have someone like her as a mother figure. But in the end Bruce had seemed so desperate he’d scared Grace into going along with him. She’d left without saying a word as he’d instructed. After all these years, Grace still felt bad about that.

<p>Grace had to apologize! And she had to assure Regina that she really wanted to stay! And that she didn’t blame her for Papa! The queen had only been trying to save her own family. It would have been terrible for her papa to die all alone, a stranger in a strange land with no family to love or support him. At least Papa was younger. He had more time to find a way back. And he had a devoted daughter searching for him! Although...Both Papa and Grace had failed in their endeavors. Papa couldn’t make a portal; and, Grace couldn’t find one. Day after day..Him making hats, her tracking any lead no matter how flimsy, scouring the land. Failure after failure. And with Grace gazing into the mirror to see how Papa faired...No! She didn’t want to remember that, the hopelessness and despair in his eyes, the bitter grief, the insanity. But she imagined if he could stare right back at her, he’d have seen an eerily similar expression. Anguish was a sickness that gnawed away at you, twisting your mind and heart until you weren’t you anymore, just a flickering shadow, a hollow shell of what had once been.

<p>Right...No mentioning any of that to Regina! She so wanted this to go well! Grace still very much admired and looked up to her. Regina was a woman who’d had her heart broken time and time again and always managed to pick up the pieces and move forward. Her iron will was to be commended. Grace could only hope her own would be so fierce one day. Grace wanted to be like her, someone who never gave up. She’d never surrendered. No matter how hopeless and depressed she grew, she continued to search, continued to fight for Papa. Until the day the curse ripped her from the Enchanted Forest, she traveled and she looked! But Regina had seen much more than Grace. And still she worked towards her goals and ambitions. No matter what happened, she kept carving out her own path, fashioning new dreams from the ashes of old ones. Regina had a strong heart.

<p>Grace finally made her way up to Regina’s door. She gave one last hurried look to the carefully wrapped bundle of presents in her arms. She’d worked very hard knitting Regina a scarf, blanket, and mittens with a lovely apple pattern. After counting the packages and confirming there were still three there, she timidly rang the doorbell. She could do this...She could do this...She...at least had a basic idea of what she would say...sort of....At least she knew the topics she wanted to cover! Only after she rung the bell did she wonder if it was a terrible idea after all to wear the present Regina had kindly given her all those years ago, the beautiful dress. But...She’d treasured it all this time! She wanted to show Regina just how much she cherished it! (It had been a little big when she first wore it. Now it fit much better. And she'd managed to adjust it with her stitching too.) The apple necklace adorned her neck as well. Oh...She hoped they didn’t bring back bad memories!

<p>The door opened and Grace fixed Regina with her sweetest smile. “Regina! It’s really nice to see you again! I was hoping if you’re not too busy we could talk! I have some presents for you!” she said in a rush, eagerly holding out her packages for Regina to see, all beautifully wrapped with apple decorations.
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<h2>Let Us Fashion New Dreams</h2>
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<p>Today was a bad day. If Grace wasn’t trying to be optimistic, she might even consider it a terrible one. There was no school to distract herself with, not today. Classes had been temporarily canceled for the time being. Too many people had been turned into flying monkeys to effectively run the school. And the main teacher, Snow White, was in no condition to teach given her pregnancy. And Grace imagined that most of the parents were afraid to let their children leave the house with people turning into monkeys left and right. Papa tried to keep a watchful eye on her. Although he knew better than to tell Grace to stay put indefinitely. That wasn’t happening. The hospital at least was still open; and, she was still a volunteer. She would do her part! But she didn’t work today so no luck there on the distraction front.

<p>She was still trying to cope with the loss of Grandpa. They were back in Storybrooke now. No one remembered exactly what had happened in the Enchanted the Forest. But given the state of Snow White’s pregnancy, everyone figured they’d lost approximately a year’s worth of memories. Although Grace wasn’t entirely certain as to how they’d come up with a year rather than eight months or something. (Snow White wasn’t ready to give birth yet; but, she was extremely close.)

<p>So Grace had been living without Grandpa for nearly a year now. But she couldn’t remember any of that time. So it felt like just yesterday she'd lost him. She remembered the curse being...something like reset and then...Back here they were. But before that...She’d watched through the telescope with Papa. Grandpa he’d...He’d sacrificed himself to stop Peter Pan, his father, Grace’s great-grandfather! He’d saved them all! But now he was dead! Why?! It wasn’t fair! Yes, Grace had learned a long time ago that the world wasn’t fair or merciful. At the very latest, she’d learned that harsh truth at five when she lost Papa because of her selfishness, her greed. But after the curse broke, she found out that she had more family than she’d ever imagined. She didn’t just have a papa. She had a papa and a grandpa and even an uncle and cousin. But...Grandpa was immortal! He was never supposed to die! He was never supposed to leave them! Nothing bad was supposed to happen to him! He was the Dark One! He was supposed to come back from everything! But he was gone!

<p>“Dead is dead,” she heard his dramatic voice in her head. Grandpa was dead, gone forever. And she knew better than most that so far there was no way of bringing the dead back, not in the same way. She’d been working in the hospital the day Dr. Whale resurrected Daniel. She was looking for Dr. Whale to sign some papers. She’d seen him wander downstairs earlier. She came to poke and prod in the basement when...Yes, she knew it had been wrong of her...Spying was a poor habit to get into. But she’d learned how to move silently, watching Papa long ago. And she’d honed the skill with her crazy portal hunting adventures. (She’d smuggled herself aboard pirate ships several times.)

<p>Dr. Whale was doing something really strange. And she wanted to know what. So she’d hidden herself and watched, thinking the paperwork could wait. If she hadn’t let her curiosity get the best of her, maybe things would have ended better. But she just couldn’t help herself. She kept quiet and simply observed. She was good at that. And she witnessed the birth of a monster. Because what Dr. Whale had brought back, that wasn’t a human, not really. He couldn’t remember what he’d been before. And before Grace could do anything the ‘man’ had ripped off Dr. Whale’s arm!

<p>Grace screamed, trying to draw his attention. She’d been so scared that he would kill Dr. Whale! He’d already lost consciousness by that point! It worked. Daniel had abandoned him and run after her. But Grace didn’t know her way around the basement quite so well. She’d barely been down there. And the panic probably didn’t help. Not to mention that Daniel was very fast for a corpse! Pretty soon he’d had her cornered. The fingers that gripped her neck were slightly cold. He squeezed and as hard as Grace struggled to pry his fingers free...She couldn’t! He was too strong! He lifted her from the ground and squeezed and squeezed. She struggled for breath but...There was nothing. She really thought that was how she was going to die, strangled to death by a corpse in the hospital’s basement.

<p>Fortunately her teleportation magic had gotten her out of that mess. Now she could control it much better. But back then...Papa hadn’t started teaching her. It wasn’t something she could do at will. She’d suddenly found herself in the middle of the forest. And she was too shaken up to teleport back to make sure Dr. Whale was okay. Thankfully he had been. He survived. Grace survived. They both lived but...Grandpa was dead!

<p>Papa wasn’t here so there was no need to compose herself. Grandpa didn’t live here anymore. The house felt so empty without him. She remembered all those nights the three insufferable insomniacs had spent in the hat room, Grandpa spinning gold, Grace knitting, Papa making hats. Laughing. Telling stories. Sometimes they’d even have tea parties at ridiculous hours. They were happy times, a break from all the insanity that Storybrooke brought. They still had all sorts of issues, all three of them; but, they could forget that for a precious few hours and just spend time together like a family.

<p>Grace was alone so...there was no need to fight back her tears. She shook and sobbed. But her tears were silent. She’d always been a quiet crier. No noise just shaking.

<p>She missed Grandpa so much. And she’d had horrible nightmares. She’d dreamed Papa and her were separated again. She had to go back to living with the neighbors. But this time there was no Grandpa to look out for her. This time when they’d tried to restrain her, lock her away when all she wanted, all she needed was to make tea, she’d killed them. She’d stabbed and stabbed and stabbed until they both stopped moving. There was no Grandpa to heal them, to take away their memories, act like it had never happened. No Grandpa to comfort her when she’d returned to normal and realized what she’d done. The Milliner left and there in her place stood Grace, the murderer.
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