Enchanting ↠ Killian Jones [1]

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"This'll do, we'll make camp here for the night." Mulan states. "We just need to find water, collect some firewood."

"Uh, if we're hiding from ogres shouldn't we maybe, I don't know, not start a fire?" Emma questions.

"Ogres are blind, they hunt by sound alone." Mary Margret informs us, since the Swan girls are obviously clueless.

"Right, because that's something everyone knows about ogres." Alexa remarks. "My apologies for us not being experts on ogres."

"Look, I know that you guys are out of your element.." Mary Margret starts.

"We're fine, better than fine if we're being really honest." Alexa assures her.

"I know, but maybe you guys should just stay here while we get wood and water. Guard the campsite." Mary Margret suggests.

"The big, empty clearing?" Emma asks.

"It's the safest place. We'll be right back." Mary Margret tells us before she and Mulan head into the woods.

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Alexa lays on the ground as she throws a rock out of boredom, trying not to hit herself in the face. But she misses after hearing Emma's gun go off. She looks up to see Mary Margret, Mulan, and and another woman in the distance. She quietly follows her sister as she walks towards them.

"Emma, what are you doing?" Mary Margret asks, her eyes widened.

"Protecting you." Emma states as she glares at the mystery woman. "Drop the weapon!"

"Do you have any idea what you've just done?" Mary Margret questions when there's a loud roar know the distance.

"I'm guessing that's an ogre." Alexa muses becoming very scared.

"Run!" Mary Margret exclaims.

All five women quickly take off into the woods, trying to get as far as possible. Eventually they end up splitting up. Mulan and the mystery woman Aurora head west and Mary Margret, Emma, and Alexa east.

But then Emma trips on a rock, dragging Alexa down with her. And as they look up, they see the ogre inches away from them. Emma tries to shoot it with her gun, but the ogre grabs it and throws it across the field.

"Seriously?" Emma breathes.

"Well it's your fault for shooting it in the first place." Alexa snaps.