(This is my first crossover fic I hope you guys like it!)

Its funny how you're life can change so fast. You can be alive one minute then dead the next and you can be in the real world one day then the next day witnessing pirate fights and acts of magic and true love, and time travel, oh and one creepy curse breaking ritual. That's what happened to me. Not the dead than alive thing, the magic thing with the pirates. This happened because I met a boy named Henry who is the grandson of Snow White and Prince Charming. And yes I am serious. He left a week before my magical adventure started. The last message I got from him was that his mom had some detective work to do in Maine and he would help me finish the project once he got back. Well that didn't happen. I had been living in a Foster home here since my parents died in a car accident when I was 3. Fun times. Foster care isn't as loving as you would expect it to be. Especially to kids like me who normally aren't interested in the stuff other kids are. When they all go play baseball I want to read, when they all drink coffee I want tea, and the only sport I'm any good at is fencing. So yeah life hasn't been exactly kind to me. I've never had a home and I didn't think I would find one until I was old enough to live on my own. At least that's what I thought.

My magical voyage started the day Henry and I had to present our science project. It had been a week since he left New York and there I was sitting at my desk looking at the classroom door waiting for Henry to walk in. We had to present right after another pair's presentation on mitosis and they were the two smartest kids in the class and Mrs. Spencer was being really tough on them. Let's just say that wasn't helping my confidence. But now what I was dreading had now dawned on me.

"Next up we have…" Mrs. Spencer started and she read off her list through her vintage glasses "Henry Swan and..." she gave a hopeless sigh "Lily Turner."

That was my cue. I got up from my desk and put up our presentation. Mrs. Spencer looked around the classroom then back at me.

"Where's Henry?" She asks.

"He left with his Mom to go to Maine. She had some detective work to do there. Something about his dad." I say then immediately regret it.

Everyone knew that Henry's dad skipped out on his Mom and she had been taking care of Henry on her own in New York ever since. But as I saw all the kids murmuring amongst each other I knew that I had probably just started a bunch of rumors that Henry won't forgive me for. Mrs. Spencer settles all the kids down and I present the project and surprisingly I think I did ok on my own. I always have. When I was nearing the end I heard my phone buzz and it moved across my binder. I looked at it as I tried to continue and saw it was Henry. I then quickly wrapped up the presentation and grabbed my phone before it fell on the floor and I read his text. It read: 'Hey Lily, sorry I had to ditch you to take care of our project but I had to go with my mom somewhere. If you're not busy I think I know a way I can make it up to you. Come to Storybrooke, Maine when you can.'

After reading that I didn't know what to think. I had never heard of Storybrooke nor have I ever been to Maine but it didn't sound like Henry was coming back anytime soon. And knowing him, if he says he has something fun planned then he is either talking about video games or going out somewhere. And he never usually goes to the same place. He's a boy of many interests I guess. I looked up Storybrooke, Maine in the library during lunch and I got zero search results. The place didn't exist. I definitely had to go there now. Sure it seemed a little sketchy but I had nothing to lose. It was a mystery that had to be solved and the more I thought about it the more curious I got and then I made the life altering decision that I definitely had to go. So I texted Henry asking for directions and a few days later he texted me back directions to a nearby town and he said he'd send me the rest when I got there. So I was all set right? Wrong. The only issue was that I couldn't get on a plane on my own without an adult and my foster parents definitely wouldn't just drop everything and take me to Maine. But they also wouldn't care if I just left on my own either. They might think I ran away and throw a party.

I came up with a solution when I got to the airport that Friday afternoon after sneaking out of the foster house. I saw a middle aged couple getting tickets in front of me and I stood next to them so when I asked for mine the lady at the desk assumed I was with them. That's the thing about those kinds of people, they only ask questions if something looks sketchy and I was as convincing as possible so I got away with it and next thing I knew I was on a flight to Maine and something that would change my life. I slept through most of the plane ride then got a taxi to the town where Henry told me to go. I texted him that I was there and he sent me a map telling me how to get to a certain spot in the woods. The woods. At that moment I was nervous for the first time in a while. I followed the map and stayed alert in case anyone decided to try anything. Since this seemed a little sketchy I brought my sabre with me to do some damage in case this turned out to be a kidnapping or something. And it did turn out to be helpful later on. I finally got to the spot but there wasn't a town in sight. Not even a road sign. Then all of a sudden Henry appeared out of nowhere.

"Henry!" I shouted in shock and stumbled backwards a bit.

"Hey Lily." He said and smiles at me clearly amused by my reaction.

"Where are we?" I asked and look around.

"We're at the entrance to Storybrooke." He said majestically.

"You say it like it's the entrance to a castle or something grand and awesome." I told him not knowing that it actually was.

"Well that's kind of what it is." Henry said with a soft chuckle. "You probably don't see it do you?"

"All I see is a road that ends here and a trail into the woods." I said.

Henry thought for a moment "Do you believe in magic?" He asked me and I looked confused at him.

"Do I believe in what?"

"Magic. You know like fairytales and stuff." He said.

I obviously didn't believe in that stuff. Not then anyway but unlike most foster kids, I did believe in miracles. On the night my parents died one happened to me that saved my life and it has always been a mystery to me. Kind of like this one about Storybrooke. As I thought about it the scenery around me changed and the road went on longer and there was a sign that said 'Entering Storybrooke.' On one side and 'Leaving Storybrooke' on the other. I walked over to it and noticed I had stepped over a line that was spray painted on the road.

"That's the Town boundary." Henry explains. "I'll tell you about it later. Welcome to Storybrooke."

And so my adventure started…