Tale as Old as Time.
A new thread with thisthingwehavehasneverbeeneasy set in FTL. Belle has been Rumplestiltskin’s caretaker for a few months when Rumple stumbles home, pained and poisoned. The wonderful young woman immediately goes to help her captor but who was it that dared to wound the Dark One so?
This story can be found under the abbreviation TAOAT.
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It was dark out, only the moon lighting the ground of the Dark Castle. All was still, surprising for the time of year so high in the mountains, except for a single dark figure moving through the grounds. A while back he had passed through the large gates, stumbling through his own wards. The door was a very long way from the gate and he was beginning to wonder if he would even make it that far before dawn. Once more he tried to use his magic to take him to his personal rooms but.. Nothing. Not even a buzz of magic around him. It was all gone.
His heart was pounding at the thought of losing his magic but he knew he was still the Dark One. His skin was still oddly green and rough, he knew he was still cursed. But whatever that damned shadow did to him had rendered him unable to use magic.
A crossbow bolt stuck out of his shoulder, his coat and the silk shirt beneath were covered in his own blood and some black sticky.. Poison. It had to be poison. No doubt thanks to those damned fairies. He growled at the thought of those obnoxious little fleas but it soon turned into a groan of pain when he stumbled again. Another bolt stuck out of his leg, wedged into his right thigh. He had been travelling since midday and was quickly tiring.
Rumplestiltskin breathed a sigh of relief when he finally cfrrashed through the front fdoors of ths castle. He immediately collapsed to the white marble floor, his blood staining the stone. He wanted to roll onto his back but that was impossible. Nor could he lie on his front. He just needed a moment to gather his strength. If only his damned room wasn’t near the top of a tower.
