A Nightmare in Storybrooke: Prologue

4:15 AM, Storybrooke

It was late in the sleepy town of Storybrooke, Maine, there was the sound of thunder. Not out of the ordinary. It was bright flash of gold and black. It zipped along the sky...then disappeared...

Neverland

The sky lit up once again with the same gold flash and something crashed on the island of Neverland. Peter Pan saw something crash, bolting up. He had to find out what it was. He began his journey towards the crash site.

Stirring as she awakened, she smelled pine trees...forest...blinking her green eyes. A blonde woman laid on the ground in the jungles of an island, covered in black sand. Shaking her head and dusting herself off, she stood up on shaky legs. She hurt all over when she moved. Worst of all was feeling a shooting pain up her arm.

"Shit," she cursed.

Her arm was broken. Steadying herself on her unstable legs, she used the nearest tree to help her stand.

Her hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail; the oddest thing was a single black stripe in her blonde hair. She was about in her twenties, dressed in a tanktop and a pair of sweatpants, barefoot. She looked around to see where she was and didn't recognize anything.

Sore and tired, she got up and tried to walk. It just hurt so much. She grasped a trunk, steadying herself to sit down. She'd have to come up with a plan to find help. Hell, she had been trained to. She just had to figure out where she was and if there were any people.

Peter Pan watched from the shadows, seeing the intruder. A black stripe was in her hair. Though she was an adult and was certain the shadow would get rid of her, there was something about her. Something radiating off of her-she seemed...lost.

North Pole

Jack Frost rushed to North's as fast as he could.

"North!" he said panicking. "She's gone! Colleen's gone! Pitch..."

"Where?" North said frantic.

The Guardian of Fun had witnessed the scene: the screams and the horrible nightmare. Waving his staff, he used ice to get Pitch away from her. He evaded his move...just barely. He and Sandy battled with Pitch in Colleen's rooms. Then the flash of light and the two of them disappeared. Jack barely had time to see where they went.

"I...I don't know," he said, tears streaming down his face. "She was...she disappeared...with a snow globe..."

"We need to find her," North said serious. And Pitch. Who knows what he is planning this time."

"He pulled the switch in the globe room to summon the others...the Northern lights signal glowed in the sky, alerting the others...

Pitch Black had landed somewhere in the forest. Dusting off his black robe with remnants of ice and sand, he frowned in annoyance.

That damn Frost! He always had a bad habit of interfering.

He had to find her. He was close to turning the girl into one of his fearlings. If only that brat Frost hadn't knocked him into the shelf...knocking one of North's snow globes...and the girl disappeared...along with him. Upon looking around, he saw the sign for Storybrooke.

There was something about this town...it had an overwhelming amount of magic. Evil magic almost. He could sense it.

Upon looking around, he saw the sign, staring with his gold eclipse eyes.

"Storybrooke," he read.

A car pulled up towards him.

Hey!" said someone, stepping out of the car. "You lost?"

Pitch smirked as he conjured some black sand behind his back.

"Yes," he replied. "How far is the nearest town?"