Identity- Once Upon A Time

The Unspoken Words

"Lily! Lily help me! Please, it hurts! It hurts! LILY!" Lily woke up suddenly in a cold sweat again for the fourth time that week. She was back in Mary Margaret's apartment where she lived. She kept having the same dream over and over again. She imagined Henry stuck in that box where his time was ticking down until death. She knew that Emma, Gold, and Regina were going to kill him, they just hadn't figured out how to yet. It had been a week since she returned from Neverland and she still didn't know how to save Henry. She had made a deal with Pan that if she kept her mouth shut about his plan, he would spare Henry, at least for a little while. Lily curled her white hair behind her ear and sighed.

She slowly stood up and off of the bed in her half of room, the other being occupied by a false image. Upon her tiny night table was the storybook Henry always carried around. Lily remembered Henry telling her that the book chronicled all of the lives of the people in Storybrooke, maybe if she flipped through it again (as she had done a thousand times before) maybe it would shed some more light on where she came from. Lily walked over to her night table and reached out to pick up the storybook when it gave a great white flash.

What was that light?

Lily looked at her hand and noticed that an imprint had formed on her palm which held the words Once Upon A Time. They letters looked as if they were made of black ink or paint. Lily tried to wipe her hand but the words wouldn't disappear or smudge no matter how hard she tried.

What are these letters? They seem so...familiar. What would happen if I were to touch the book again?

Lily reached out hesitantly to grab the storybook again, fearing what might happen. Her fingers drifted across the leather cover and all was still, and quiet, and dark. No white flash had gone off and no new words appeared on her hands. Lily lowered her hand away from the book.

Maybe it was just a coincidence, just a small side effect from the sleeping hex.

She lied to herself; she knew very well that this was no ordinary occurrence, but right now she didn't have time to focus on her own problems, she had to save Henry from certain death. Lily slipped on her boots and walked into the main room.

"Good morning Mary Margaret," Lily attempted a smile. She had been in close watch by Pan ever since she was back in Storybrooke. Just thinking about him watching her sinisterly through Henry's eyes sent an icy shiver down her spine.

"Good morning Lily." Mary Margaret hummed happily as she was making scrambled eggs. She had not a care in the world and was blissfully unaware of the evil that had entered Storybrooke. "Lily would you mind handing me the butter?"

"Sure," Lily handed Mary Margaret the butter then sat down at the counter. Lily picked up her hot chocolate with cinnamon that Emma left for her. She sipped the warm drink and felt the heat spread to the tips of her fingers and toes. Lily remembered when Henry used to drink this with her; how naive and innocent they were back then. The fake Henry walked down from the loft and sat at the stool next to Lily.

"Oh hot chocolate, my favorite!" He chimed. Lily shot dagger eyes at him while Mary Margaret wasn't watching, she knew this was all an act and wouldn't stand for it.

I would watch yourself Lily, keep in mind that I can control who lives and dies around here.

Lily darted her eyes away from the fake Henry and tried her best to act like she was back to normal. She closed her eyes and tried to compose herself from the bubbling rage she felt inside.

"Here you go Lily," Mary Margaret set down the plate of scrambled eggs in front of Lily. She stared at the plate for a few moments with her stomach grumbling. It wasn't clear just yet, but she had a spark of an idea of how to save Henry. Lily finished her scrambled eggs quickly and walked out without saying another word.