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story: Rumple's Mother
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Jun 7 2018, 01:14 PM
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<p>Evanna had spent a very long time in the unfinished business area of the Underworld, truth be told she had given up on the idea of moving on a rather long time ago. She couldn't imagine the guilt of failing her son would ever truly ebb, but she had found true purpose looking after the children who were old enough to find themselves dead with unfinished business, unable to move on.

<p>Things were looking up a bit when Hades for some odd reason felt like redecorating a large area of the Underworld where Evanna and those with unfinished business occupied. At least she could only assume that was the only part he had redecorated since she'd never been to any of the other areas. As the years moved on she started to find out more about what Hades was now calling Underbrooke, that it was mirrored after some town in some other realm. Evanna had heard tales of a realm without magic, but it wasn't something she'd ever cared much about when she was alive.

<p>Underbrooke was a nice change though, really any change of scenery was a nice change after a few hundred years of the same. It was clear this realm had funny technology, things she had heard other dead speak about from their lives before they died, but she'd never truly seen until Underbrooke.

<p>With the redecoration Evanna was able to find a much larger house to use for watching over the children, and it was far enough from town she didn't worry too much about the blind witch threatening them, but close enough that walking into the main town area didn't take too terribly long, as Evanna had no interest in learning to drive any of the strange metal contraptions. After leaving one of the older kids in charge, Evanna went on her rounds of walking around the town on the look out for any newly dead. She usually focused more on finding children, but anyone who seemed to need help and guidance after arriving Evanna was always pleased to help if she could.

<p>She took a turn off from a side street and came out on main street, she turned and headed towards the diner. She paused by a street-lamp and looked up at the sky, always the same dreary drab sky, in the same dreary drab season. She missed seeing birds flying and singing in the sky, animals in general really. It was like a cruel tease, feeling alive day after day yet not really being alive. She sighed and rubbed the back of her neck, then stepped out to cross the street to head down towards the docks, so she could avoid walking by the Sheriff Station and the annoying Sheriff and his friend.

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Jun 7 2018, 01:08 PM
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<p>Evanna wasn't entirely sure how long she had been in the Underworld, in a place where time stood still it was hard to say really. At first she did her best to try to keep track of time, eventually it seemed entirely pointless, whether that had happened months or a few years into her time there she'd probably never know for sure. Her time was consumed with the guilt of having failed her son, and for the most part that guilt would never truly let up, but she did eventually find purpose. The first time she found a young boy lost and alone in the underworld, burdened with unfinished business even though he was really still only a child. It broke her heart at the idea kids could be there, of course children died all the time, and it seemed the very young like babies and toddlers were spared from having to ever find themselves with unfinished business, the older children weren't always so lucky. She supposed it made sense, they were old enough after all to understand how much life they had missed out on, the potential they would never reach, the family they missed dearly.

<p>From that moment on she began to make it her mission to look after any children she found, and even though that did nothing to make her feel any less guilty about failing her boy Rumple, it filled her with purpose.

<p>She found a small little corner of the parts of the Underworld she had explored that looked a bit like a shabbier version of a village she had visited once with her father as a little girl. It provided shelter, a place for the children to sleep and have walls around them to feel safer. From there she would venture out, sometimes exploring, sometimes keeping an eye out for any new children that found themselves there. She didn't venture too near Hades's palace and dungeons, or too close to any of the rivers which she learned pretty early on were better not to be touched.

<p>With one of the older kids looking out for a couple of younger children that were currently in her care, she went out towards one of the rivers where she found she most often ran into any new people. She always kept her guard up, not everyone who died with unfinished business were exactly friendly. She missed season so much, but not nearly as much as her son. When she was busy caring for the children she sometimes wouldn't think about the guilt she felt for failing him, but when she was alone sometimes that guilt felt like a torrent on her soul. She paused and leaned against a tree, funny having trees around in a world of the dead. Things that she would normally think of as being alive, yet in the Underworld even the trees felt dead and burdened.

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Jun 7 2018, 01:01 PM
Sometimes sitting still for too long makes one forget the bigger picture, makes the long journey ahead seem too large to comprehend. Evanna had been recovered reasonably well for at least a few weeks, but somehow the idea of leaving felt harder than she would have imagined. Adam had been so kind to take save her, a perfect stranger, and then take her in so she could recover from her injuries. She knew it couldn't have been easy for him, she couldn't say she entirely understood what he was, it wasn't as if she'd met any vampires before. Truly be told she wasn't even sure if there were any in her realm, not like she'd ever gone searching for them so she had no idea really.

Adam seemed so sad and lost, his eyes told more of a story than his words ever could, which being a man of few words the story he told hadn't been a very long one. Perhaps it was the mother inside of her, aching for a son she couldn't find, wanting to reach out to the vampire and make everything all right. She imagined his hurts were too deep for her to be able to help, it wasn't as if she was anything but the woman he rescued. Still, she had a bigger journey she had to complete, even if she felt like the weight of that journey might crush her. What if she never found Rumple, what if she was too late, what had Malcolm told their son. For if Rumple were alive, and she was sure he was, he must be talking by now probably even running around as fast as his legs could carry him. So many firsts she was missing and it was all her fault, she underestimated Malcolm. Underestimated his vindictiveness, his desire to hold on to what he believed was his. If he couldn't have Evanna, then he was determined to keep their son from her.

She blinked back a tear, part of her desperately wanted to rest and let go of her task, as selfish as the idea was and incomprehensible. She was just so tired, tired of a never-ending search that felt fruitless, with Malcolm always a step ahead. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and finished drying the last of the dishes she had washed. She certainly wasn't going to leave the place a mess when she went. She went around the kitchen tidying up things as she went, trying to focus on the task at hand and not her inevitable departure.

Adam

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May 7 2018, 04:39 PM
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<p>Evanna always enjoyed it when she had day off from the hospital, though she loved working there, it was still nice to have the time to herself for a full day. Since the only magic she had ever really tried or been good at had been healing magic, she felt that even back when she first started at the hospital knowing rather little about the technology in Storybrooke, she could at least do some good with the smaller wounds, since the large ones were often beyond her power to heal without wearing herself down too much. She had been intent on learning more though, to go beyond her magic and to actually learn how to be a nurse at the hospital with all the wonders of modern medicines. She found much of it quite fascinating, though some took her awhile to really understand. She had been determined to learn though and had come along quite quickly. She definitely favoured helping in the maternity ward, though she also did shifts in the emergency room when it was needed.

<p>That morning she spent a few hours studying some more medical books that one of the doctors had lent her to help her learn more. She was tired of being cooped up inside though, and decided it was time for some fresh air. Her life had never been easy, but she'd always done the best she could, even after failing to get to her son and spending centuries in the underworld feeling the guilt over it. She never imagined she'd ever be alive again, let alone that when she did find herself alive that she would find out Rumple was alive and the dark one. Her family seemed to grow in leaps and bounds once things were figured out and the news eventually spread.

<p>She was still digesting it all, making up for lost time with her son, getting to know her grandson and great grandson. At least things were getting better and Rumple was really starting to trust her. It was hard after all the lies Malcolm had told him, granted it was even harder for her to digest the fact that her 'estranged husband' was currently, and for a few hundred years, had been running around in the body of a teenager. For the most part she was happy to avoid him, it was just too much. She strolled through the park and stopped by the pond to look out at some ducks and just enjoy the day.

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Feb 7 2018, 07:15 AM
Searching, the thing that had become Evanna's life, all consuming. She'd thought of nothing else except finding her son ever since she woke up groggy and found Malcolm had taken him. Sure she had been secretly planning to take Rumple and travel back to her family once she had enough money, she thought she'd been so careful to make sure Malcolm wouldn't find out until it was too late. It wasn't as if he was happy or that he even really wanted to be a father, but he hadn't been happy to find out she was going to double-cross him. She worried constantly about how her son was, how Malcolm was treating him. She wanted to believe somewhere deep down that he loved his son, but he loved conning people more, and using their son in the process. She'd followed every lead she came across, but Malcolm had covered his tracks well.

With the last of the money she had nearly gone, she was desperate and found someone who claimed they heard that a man fitting Malcolm's description, along with a boy about Rumple's age, had paid for a magic bean to go to another realm. With the promise that she'd give the man the other half of the gold once he took her to where her son was in the other realm they set off through the portal. She shouldn't have trusted the man, but she'd been so desperate and so hopeful. Once there he led her down a dark alley and then turned on her, it seemed putting her trust in the wrong men was a mistake she was doomed to repeat. She'd done her best to defend herself, but the only magic she'd ever been able to do was healing magic. Her last thoughts as she lay in the alley, beaten and broken, a tear slid down her cheek as she was sure she'd never see her son again.

Then the world faded to darkness.......

She was running through a forest, she could hear her son calling her name, but the sound came from all around her. Every time she would run in one direction, the voice would come from the opposite. She kept trying to call out to him, to yell out that she was coming, that she was there, but no sound escaped her lips. Then a sharp pain cut through her nightmares like a knife, and the forest around her faded.


Her heart beat faster, it hurt to breathe but she imagined the man who beat her had cracked a few ribs on top of some knife wounds. Where was she, how was she alive, a thousand questions filtered through her brain as she tried to relax her breathing so it didn't hurt quite so badly. Her eyes slowly fluttered open, but she didn't recognise where she was, only that she was inside somewhere. She tried to speak but her voice was horse and came out not much louder than a rather squeaky strained whisper.

"H....hello? Is someone there?"

Adam
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