Hello, everyone. Welcome to what I hope will be the start of an incredible journey.

I've had the idea for this AU for a very long time, and I am excited for the opportunity to finally write it. This story started out with a question I've had since the show started. What would happen if Snow had been able to go through the wardrobe with Emma.

And of course, I could not resist bringing Killian along with the curse.

This AU will be novel length at least, and probably much longer. It will follow many of the canon events of the first three seasons, but it will be shifted to accommodate Killian being in Storybrooke. Some of the storylines will be quite a bit different than they are in canon, but I hope to remain true to the integrity of A&E's beautiful show and characters.

Reviews are always appreciated.

Enjoy!

Prologue

The Evil Queen's curse was coming and Prince Charming and Snow White had assembled a War Council, in order to formulate a plan to combat it.

Slamming his fist against the oak table, Charming leaned forward, his voice turning belligerent. "I say we fight. We need to take the Queen out before she can enact her curse."

"Can we even trust Rumplestiltskin?" one of the dwarves asked.

"The curse will happen," Snow said in a small voice. "The future is written."

Turning around to his wife, Charming reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. "We will find a way to stop her. Good cannot just lose."

"It can," Snow told him.

His fingers tightened around her hand as he spoke urgently. "As long as we have each other we will find a way. If you believe Rumplestiltskin about the curse, than you must believe him about our child. She will be the Savior, and she will break the curse."

The last hardly left his mouth as the doors burst open and the Blue Fairy entered the Council room with half a dozen guards carrying an enormous tree.

"What is this?" Snow asked.

"Our only hope of saving the child," The Blue Fairy explained. "The tree is enchanted. If fashioned into a vessel, it can ward off any curse. Geppetto, are you able to build one in time?"

The old man nodded and said. "Me and my boy, we can do it."

Snow's eyes alit with hope. Hope that she could save her child and save everyone in her kingdom.

"This will work. We all must have faith," The fairy announced. "There is a catch, however. The enchantment is indeed powerful, but this power has its limits. This tree can protect only one."

"The curse! It's here!" Grumpy cried, as a thick purple fog rolled over the horizon.

A guard went to alert Snow and Charming. "Your majesty, the curse is here, we must get you to the wardrobe."

Charming draped a cloak over his wife's shoulders, and then placed his hand at the small of her back. "Come on," he said.

"I don't want to do this," Snow told him, her fingers almost crushing his hand as her husband ushered her towards the wardrobe.

"It has to be you," Charming said.

"I can't leave you," Snow breathed, her voice breaking over the last word.

"It's the only way. You'll go in there, and you and our daughter will be safe from the curse. You'll raise her, and then you will break the curse together, and I will be waiting for you."

"He said it would be on her twenty-eighth birthday."

"What's twenty-eight years when you have eternal love?" Charming asked, cupping Snow's face and brushing away a tear. "I have faith. You will save me, just as I saved you."

Snow kissed him fiercely, knowing it would be their last kiss for twenty-eight years but a pounding on the bolted doors behind them interrupted them.

"You must go," he urged, breaking away, reaching for the wardrobe door to open it.

Snow stepped in, wrapping her husband's cloak tightly around herself. "We will find you, I promise," Snow told him, her voice quaking.

"I know," he said. "I love you, Snow."

He shut the wardrobe door just as four black guards forced the chamber doors open.

"Where is Snow White," the guard demanded, the tip of his sword at Charming's throat.

The prince grinned. "Gone. Tell your queen that she will lose."

"Why don't you tell me yourself?" Regina barked as she entered the chamber. She waved her hand causing the wardrobe doors to burst open, only to reveal an empty space. "Where did you send her?" she demanded through clenched teeth.

"You'll never find her," Charming said, "and my daughter will break your curse. Good will always win."

"Oh, I will find her. I will not lose. Not this time," Regina yelled as the walls crumbled away, and smoke poured into the chamber. "We are going to a place where the only happy ending will be mine. You'll never see your family again, and what use is a man who cannot even protect his own wife and child?"

And with that, she laughed, as the smoke enveloped them. The time of her triumph had come at last.

Cora was standing beside Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones with a staff in hand as her daughter's curse was fast approaching, scanning her surroundings.

"You know, Captain, I've been thinking."

"What?" Killian asked, raising a brow.

"It will be so much easier for me to return to Storybrooke if I have someone there already."

"I don't understand."

"It really is rather simple," Cora told him. "I'm sending you over with the curse."

"You can't," Killian hissed, swirling around, his hand clenching into a fist beside his body. "We made a deal. The Dark One will kill me if he realizes my true identity."

"He won't be able to, so long as you're wearing this," Cora said, waving her hand, a gold cuff appearing on his wrist a second later. "It will take the form of something inconspicuous once you arrive in the Land Without Magic. As long as you never take it off, Rumplestiltskin will be unable to harm you, but you won't be able to harm him either."

"And what if the curse never gets broken?"

"It will end. In twenty-eight years there will be a Savior. She will break it."

"Twenty-eight years?"

"You won't even notice. You'll be cursed, frozen in time, and living a mundane life."

"And what happens after the curse is broken?" Killian asked. "What do I get out of this?"

"Your revenge. I will journey to this new land, and together we will kill Rumplestiltskin."

"And what of your daughter?"

"She will have lost everything, and I will be there to pick up the pieces. Goodbye Captain. I'll see you in twenty-eight years."

She forced Killian backwards before activating a protection spell that enveloped the island and he closed his eyes as the smoke of the curse filled his lungs.

I will have my revenge.

Snow woke up in a forest, having tumbled out of the scarred tree. Tears shooting in her eyes as she recalled the last few minutes.

She was in a new land without her husband, and expecting a child. Rising to her feet, she looked around, trying to decide in which direction she should head, her innate sense, trained by years of being a bandit, telling her to head south, and so she did, until she came to the side of what appeared to be a wide black river, painted with yellow and white lines.

She had never seen anything like it in the Enchanted Forest. There were lights coming from her right and she realized that some sort of large vehicle was coming towards her. She jumped back a few feet as it zoomed by. Seeing people sitting inside she could only assume that it was this world's equivalent of a carriage.

She clutched her stomach as a shooting pain rocked through her body. She was going into labor. Falling to her knees, she clutched her stomach. The pain was radiating in waves through her body and she hadn't realized the approach of another one of those strange carriages until it came to a stop in front of her. The door opened and a man clothed in black and wearing some sort of gleaming badge emerged.

"Miss, what's wrong?" the man asked, hurrying to kneel beside her.

"I'm going to have a baby," she panted.

"Let's get you to the hospital," the man told her, helping Snow to her feet, and opening the door of the vehicle.

Under normal circumstances she would have never gone with a complete stranger, but she was new to this land, and this man seemed kind and determined to help her and she had no choice anyway. The baby was coming and she needed a doctor.

She slid in just as another contraction came. "Hurry," she whimpered.

The man nodded, getting in on the other side and speeding away.

The birth was a blur of strange sights and sounds.

The man was something called a Police Officer, and the vehicle was called a car. The officer didn't question her lack of knowledge of this world, stating vaguely that hysteria was to be expected given her condition.

She was placed in a chair with wheels and pushed by a woman in white down a sterile and brightly lit corridor. The woman in white held her hand and instructed her to breathe deeply, helping her into strange garments and then onto a bed.

She screamed in agony, as the contractions came closer and closer together.

A man in a white coat with a mask – a doctor, she assumed—came in and prompted her to spread her legs. "You're doing well, Miss," he said. "Now when your next contraction comes, push."

Snow tried to follow the man's instructions, but all she could think about was how terrified she was to be giving birth in a strange land without her husband by her side, not knowing what to expect after the baby was born.

"Push," the doctor urged as another painful contraction came. And she did.

Moments later, the doctor was holding her newborn daughter up, her cries echoing through the room and after wrapping her in a clean sheet he stepped beside her and handed her the baby. "Congratulations, Miss. You have a daughter."

Snow looked down at the chubby face of her daughter, tears streaming down her face as she stroked her cheek and said, "Emma, welcome to the world."

After a few moments the doctor whisked Emma away to get her cleaned up, instructing Snow to rest. They would take care of the paperwork shortly. Snow had no idea what he was talking about, but she closed her eyes and laid her head back.

As she opened her eyes the next time she was in a strange dark room with only one single window.

"Where am I?" She murmured confused, pushing herself carefully up.

"Did you really think you could get away from me, Snow White?" A familiar and cruel voice sounded from the other side of the door and a moment later Regina stepped in, now with short hair and dressed in the clothing of this world.

"Where is my daughter?" Snow demanded.

"Now that, I do not know," Regina huffed. "But you need not to worry. You'll be in this room for the rest of your days, separated from your beloved husband and child. You'll never see your family again."