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Once Upon a Time: Tea Cups and Hearts Chapter Two: Unknown VoicesBelle felt a hand on her back and let it guide her towards the large double doors of her Fathers' Throne Room. Seconds before, she had made the promise of a lifetime. She would be a caretaker from the Beast Rumpelstiltskin for all eternity. She fought to keep her head clear, "It's been decided, Belle. You must do this for your friends and family. . . For all the children, who would have otherwise died in the Ogre Wars. Remember them."

A happy lilt jolted her out of her thoughts.

"Oh by the way," Rumpelstiltskin called over his shoulder, "Congratulations on your little war!"

As the strange man lead her out of the Great Hall, Belle wondered what he might do to her. "Will I be nothing more than a slave? Or, shall I be a maid and companion to him?"

Before she could have second thoughts about the deal, Rumpelstiltskin laced his long fingers around her waist and giggled happily. "Hold on, Dearie!"

"What-" Belle began to ask, but cut off as the wind rushed out of her lungs. The girl gasped frantically trying to catch her breath. After a few tantalizing seconds, her breathing went back to normal, and Belle sighed in relief. "What just happened?"

Rumpelstiltskin let go of her waist abruptly and grinned, "Instant travel."

Belle nodded in wonder, taking in her surroundings. The Dark One, hadn't lied when he had said that he been in need of a caretaker. Dust covered almost every surface and the floor didn't look like it had been swept in ages. "Well my work's cut out for me," Belle thought exasperated, though she didn't know her distaste. She didn't want to make him mad after all.

Rumpelstiltskin watched her with a curious eye, "Shall we?"

"Yes," Belle answered. The girl followed the Dark One out of the entry hall, and into a large room with a high ceiling. The room was decorated in different shades of dark red and had a beautifully polished wooden floor. In the exact center of the floor sat a table with one chair at the head. But the thing that caught Belle's attention was the spinning wheel in a far corner.

"Will he wish for me to spin," she wondered, as she struggled to keep up with his brisk pace.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked aloud, looking around in awe.

Rumpelstiltskin turned his head enough so he could see her. "Let's call it, 'Your Room.'"

They left the Red Room and walked for a few minutes before they reached another door. The Dark One stopped before it and flicked his finger in an arch. Slowly the door opened, and Belle looked in.

A small stone cell met her eyes, and she looked at her new employer, confused. "This is my room?"

"Well it sounds a lot nicer than dungeon." Rumpelstiltskin giddily pushed her inside the small cell, and closed the door behind her.

Belle heard Rumpelstiltskin giggle as the lock clicked into place. And for the first time since her arrival, felt afraid.

"You can't just leave me in here!" She called desperately. "Wait!"

The girl listened, as his footsteps faded into nothingness, and slumped against the far wall of her 'room.'

"So much for first impressions . . ." Henry walked along the main street of StoryBrooke in his own little world. School had been out for almost thirty minutes now, but he didn't want to go home. He never did.

The boy turned right and left the shopping district behind him. He had never been one for crowds and he was relieved when the sound of cars and people left him.

Henry walked towards the hospital, and couldn't help but smile. He was on his way to meet Emma, so he could share the new info on Operation Cobra. He couldn't wait to tell her the new tie-ins.

The StoryBrooke General Hospital was located near the edge of the forest, and it seemed the perfect location to meet his mother. Henry ran up the road to the large building and took a seat in the far side of the parking lot.

In his mind the boy went through the list of fairytale characters to pass the time.

"Snow White, Mary Margret Blanchard. Prince Charming, David Nolan. Jiminy Cricket, Archie Hopper."

Henry was about to list off more, when he heard a voice. At first it was nothing more than a whisper, but it grew in volume and pitch until it seemed to shake the very ground itself. Someone was singing.

"We move too fast- We miss so much
We seldom see all the miracles in front of us
A warm embrace - A human touch
And so it goes. . .
I race around - Search high and low for a truth I used to know
When there was magic to be found."

Henry looked around but saw no one. Who was singing? And where were they?

"Cause finding wonderland
Is taking time to see - The child within has always been there smiling back at me

So when I close my eyes, I just remember and I can't help finding wonderland."

With a sickening feeling Henry realized that the singing was coming from inside his mind.

"The curse," He thought with wide eyes. "It's magic! Someone is trying to tell me something!"

"It's not too late - Here in this time- hearts can un-break in the stories' nick of time
A happy ending - A perfect rhyme.

Cause finding wonderland is finding who you are
The child within has always been there like a shining star
So when I close my eyes, I see forever and I keep on finding wonderland.""Who are you?" Henry asked loudly. But there was no answer.

"Ordinary magic happens every single day
Wonderland is never far away. . .

Cause finding wonderland is going home again
To feel the love another gives, and give it back and then
If you should lose your way, reach out for someone's hand and you'll be finding wonderland
You'll be finding Wonderland . . ."

As the song finished Henry closed his eyes in concentration, "Who are you?" He asked, but this time he didn't say it aloud.

After a moment the voice answered him, "I am the forgotten."

"Where are you?"

"Somewhere underground," the voice answered. "I've been imprisoned."

Henry bit his lower lip in thought, "How can I help free you?"

"You must find him. . ." The voice said in a sorrowful whisper. "You must find Rumpelstiltskin."

"But I don't know who Rumpelstiltskin is!" The boy wanted to help, but he didn't have the first idea where to look.

"Only True Love's Kiss can save me. Please find him."

Henry was about to ask more, when a hand grabbed his shoulder. The boy lost his concentration, and the voice faded into silence.

"Hey kid, you okay?" Emma said looking concerned.

Henry shook his head in a daze. "I have to find him."

"Find who?"

Henry looked up at her, his brown eyes filled with conviction, "Rumpelstiltskin."Belle cried, and for the first time in years, she felt hopeful.

"He heard me," she sobbed happily. "The boy heard me!"

The woman leaned her head back against the stone wall and smiled in-between her tears. Even if he couldn't find her True Love for her, she had talked to someone! He had heard her!

"Magic," she said in grateful awe. "Pure magic."