Hello, my darlings! Okay so as you all may know from season three of Once upon a time (If you haven't gotten this far here is your chance to run from the spoilers) that it was revealed that Peter pan is Rumpelstiltskin's father. But we never hear of Rumple's mother. So my dears come with me into the world of Rumplestiltskin's mother.

Malcolm wandered through the filthy streets and wrapped his arms around himself to keep warm. He shivers, partly from the cold and partly from revelations of the events that had occurred that morning. Malcolm found his father clutching a bottle as if it was a lifeline. Malcolm shook his head but still covered his father. Malcolm wasn't alone in the kitchen though, a low chuckle stirs from the left.

"Who are you?" Malcolm asks trying to sound intimidating. The man had a rope in his hand.

"This is going to be too easy" The man said and lunged for Malcolm. The boy scrabbled back and looked for anything that he could use as a weapon. In an instant he grabbed his father's bottle of whiskey and smashed it over the intruder's face. The man yelled out in pain but pinned Malcolm to the floor.

"Don't make this difficult, boy. We had a deal, me and your Papa. A nice hard working boy for a fine bottle of whisky" Malcolm couldn't believe what he was hearing and it was as if all the air had been expelled from his lungs. The man had a malicious look in his dark eyes and the blood from his brow dripped onto Malcolm's forehead. Malcolm father refused to look at him and Malcolm knew at that moment it was true and he felt ill.

"Enough just take the boy and go." Malcolm's father said and Malcolm was dragged off. Malcolm couldn't help what he did next. He was only a boy.

"Papa! Papa! Please don't let them take me away!" He cried out but the man shut covered his ears with his hands like a child. Malcolm sobbed as he was dragged from his home. The man was growing impatient and smacked Malcolm down. Malcolm clutched the dirt with his trembling fingers. His fingers find something cold and hard. It's a screw. The man kicks Malcolm in the gut.

"Get up, boy" The man taunts. Malcolm's feels his heart beating in his chest and his blood humming in his ears. In a split moment he is no longer in his body and in an instant he is rushed back to reality. Reality where Malcolm's hands are painted in blood and the man is gurgling a choking on the screw that had been jammed in his throat.

"Oh God" He says and his body begins to shake. His body's instincts kick in and his feet send him soaring north. Not to any place in particular, just away. Away from his father, away from the blood, so much blood.

Malcolm manages to make it to a cobblestoned town. This is something that was shocking to Malcolm who had grown up in the perish part of France. The people he saw here were dressed in beautiful, clean clothes. As Malcolm walked through the streets he heard a distant jingling. He followed the noise till he found it's source. It was a young gypsy girl, probably no older that Malcolm. She had skin that shone like polish bronze and raven curls that floated upon her shoulders like a halo. She sees Malcolm staring at her and jaunties over to him. A billy goat follows the girls every move it had a gold hoop earring in its left ear and it jiggles each time it hit the jeweled collar around its throat.

"You may want to close your mouth. Don't want to catch flies do you?" She said with a seductive shoulder roll. Malcolm had not realized he had been gaping at the girl till then and quickly shut his mouth. She let out a hearty laugh and Malcolm saw how her dark obsidian eyes glimmered when she laughed. He was completely entranced by the mystifying young woman.

"I have never seen you around here? Did you and your family just move here?" She asks but her body never stops moving. She has a crowd forming around her and Malcolm and she will not disappoint them. The girl hops onto a crate and then to another, her hands grip a second floor balcony railing and used her body weight to propel herself forward. She does two front flips before she lands gracefully on her bare feet. The crowd cheers wildly and throws coins into the hat that the billy goat holds between its teeth.

"Hey, what's going on here?!" Angry voices shout from behind the crowd. The girl's body stiffened for a moment but then she turns to Malcolm and grabs his hand dragging him with her as she runs. She turns her ebony head to him and smiles.

"Sorry to drag you into this but I will take you some place safe." She said reassuringly. Malcolm felt odd warmth fill his chest. Here is this girl that Malcolm was just gawking at and she wants to help and protect him. They make it to a large cathedral and the girl leads Malcolm around the back towards a stain glass window. The Window had a painting of an angel with its white wings spread out wide so that it appeared to stretch over all of France. She opened the window by pushing on the left side lightly. She waved for Malcolm to follow her inside. Malcolm did so obediently and then followed her up the hidden stairs. When they finally made it to the top of the stairs the girl turns to face Malcolm with her back pressed against the door.

"Are you ready to see the best view in Paris?" She asked. Malcolm raise an eyebrow at the girl but nodded letting his curiosity get the best of him. She opened the door and Malcolm gasped, he could see everything. The sun was beginning to set to it appeared as though the world had been cloaked in a sheet of gold.

"It's beautiful" Malcolm said in a whisper.

"Ahh so he does possess the ability to speak" The girl says teasingly. Malcolm cracks a half smile in her direction.

"I don't have a family" Malcolm announced and the girl froze and looked to the boy. The setting sun accented her dark eyes and she searched his face.

"I don't have the kind of family you are talking about either, the kind that consists of mothers and fathers. My family took me in when I young and it numbers in the hundreds." She says with a sad smile.

"The thing about my family is that it is made up of misfits and those that have been forgotten or lost. You seem lost, am I wrong?" She asks and Malcolm is astounded by her accuracy.

"No" Malcolm says simply.

"My name is Ezmeralda. Would you like to join my family of gypsies?" She says with a playful tone but her eyes are serious.

"Yes"