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A generation passed for Rumpelstiltskin, and then another, all the time he watched over his settlement. Wraith came and went, never by ground, always air. He new he couldn't completely stop them, but he was damned if he wouldn't try. Occasionally, when he was able to be up and around, he would bring down some of the flying crafts. He knew it brought hope to the survivors.

Tayla had died years ago, and from the shadows of the woods, he had watched what the Athosians called the ring ceremony. Before she died, Tayla made sure that the ceremony would take place when he could be there to watch it.

Her son, Torren, had been leader for some years after her death before he married Tagan and had a daughter, Teyla, whom was named after her grandmother, but given her own individuality, starting with the spelling of her name. Apparently, Tagan had died giving birth to there daughter, which saddened torren greatly. But knowing the fragilty of life, Torren left none of the blame with his new daughter, vowing to raise her up to be a strong powerful woman like her mother.

Rumpelstiltskin got to know the young girl well, just as he had her grandmother and father. She would often come out to sit and talk with him, and during the day before he was able to be free, she would bring him food. It would always delight her when she came by the next morning and see the empty bowls and a present inside. She would always run back towards the village to show off her new things. The other children would be jealous while the parents would think her cute, thinking it was her father coddling his daughter, not wanting to smash the small amount of innocence that she still held. Though they day that she became the leader of the small tribe destroyed all hope of innocence towards the harsh reality's of life.

The wraith had come, and had taken many of the villagers, and as Rempel soon found out, Torren had been taken. He expected her to blame him. He had saved many in the past, so why not her father? And maybe this was the reason she stopped believing in him all together. She had come to visit him though, soon after, telling him she didn't blame him and that she new it wasn't his fault. He could tell it was a lie and that she felt foolish talking to him. She had stopped bringing him food when she was 14, convinced that it was just her father, trying to amuse her. It had saddened him at first, but he had realized that it was better if he just faded into the back round of this world. He could do more this way. Just as it had been in the Enchanted Forest.

Things had gone back to normal after that, except that Teyla stopped visiting him altogeth. She had come one last time, saying that she had lots of work to do, as the leader of the Athosians, and that she wouldn't be able to come visit an old statue anymore. He knew that she was bitter towards him and he didn't blame her. Especially when before she left, she said that she truly did forgive the ancestors for not allowing him to save her people that day, and knew it was in there plans for her people.

He still went into the town at night to check on his herd, and month by month he would see that they were growing, there population increasing. They were a good herd indeed. He had convinced the darkness inside himself of them being his herd, so that he wouldn't feel the need to burn down the whole village just for fun. He played it like he had ulterior motives for keeping them alive. Really he did it because he had grown found of the people that reminded himself so much of his own village. A people who were not rich, and were always in fear of a race of beings, who they would do nothing to fight against and could only die.

From the shadows, Rumpel watched as Teyla governed her people. He thought that she did a better job then any of the royalty in the Enchanted Forest. He was proud of her, in his own way, and knew that all the things that were happening, would lead to his freedom. He just didn't know how or when.

In his condition, he couldn't use much magic, and when he did, he wasn't able to focus it on seeing his future. Before he had been banished from the Forest, he had picked up pieces of the future. He had seen a giant city surrounded by water, many people far from there home and Teyla. At the time he hadn't know, and it was only recently that he had remembered the supposedly insignificant girl from his visions. His gut was telling him that is was good that she had never seen him on walk about. He didn't know why yet.

It dawned on him that he had been in the dark about what was going to happen ever since he had arrived on this planet. He had also felt like he was two steps behind everyone else, which made his skin crawl with unease. And this wasn't helped by the arrival of the new comers.