A/N: So, I decided to add a prolouge for this story, so here it is. The rest will be explained in the next chapter which was originally the first chapter so yeah. I hope you like it.

Enjoy :)

Belle awoke in a strange cell.

Shaking her throbbing head, she sat up slowly, feeling sore on the hard, small bed. Shivering, she went to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, only to find that her hands had been chained together infront of her.

The beauty tried to recall the events that had led up to her capture, only to draw a big, fat, blurry blank. She must have been hit over the head, or possibly drugged while being kidnapped. That would explain her non-existent memories and the pain in her temples.

Belle paused to look around, giving herself a moment to take in her new surroundings. She seemed to be in some sort of tower, for the walls were all grey stone, piled high, as well as the floor at her feet, which, she must admit, was beautifully covered with bright designs. She assumed that the ceiling was the stone as well, with thick, strong rafters, but she could only assume for when she glanced up she could not see it. The walls just looked as if they went on forever. Though it was a tower, it was also clearly a cell. That being most prominent in the barred window -high above her reach- as well as the lack of doors. She sighed and slumped on her bed -if that's what you could call it- leaning against the cold stone wall as she released that escape wasn't much of an option.

She felt as if she was going to cry, shutting her eyes tight to keep the tears from escaping. Weeping would do her no good. But why would someone want to capture her? Her of all people? She had nothing to offer, no help to give, so what could possibly be the motive of her captor? She hoped someone would find her. She hoped her would find her, but the thought just made her want to start to sob all over again. He wouldn't find her, he probably wasn't even looking.

No. She can't think like that. Of course he was looking, of course he would find her. Because he loved her, and she loved him, that's what mattered.

Her eyes scanned the room again, this time landing on the basket that sat in the far corner of the room. Her basket, the one she had been carrying when she had been attacked (or so she figured, because she still couldn't remember). They hadn't taken it away, yet of course. Belle stood, moving to go retrieve the basket, but as she took a step the chains restrained her, pulling her back quickly. The brunette tugged on the chains, pulling at the handcuffs, and then again when they didn't waver. And again. After a series of unsuccessful pulling, Belle collapsed onto the bed in defeat. Sighing, she growled angrily at the chains, actions full of frustration as she pulled once more.

Then suddenly, the chains released her, falling to the ground just like magic. Magic...that was it! Magic! The Queen had inprisoned her, surely hoping to get to Rumplestilskin. Oh, how could she have been so careless, as to be captured by the likes of her majesty.

Belle then stood up on wobbly legs, walked over to the basket before hurrying back to the cot, sitting down to rummage around her things. Finding what she wanted, the girl grinned triumphantly, before the footsteps echoing down the outside hallway signaled an unwanted visitor. Hiding her loot, Belle tossed the basket with the rest of her things in it onto the floor infront of her, before sitting up straight and facing the newly appeared door.

It was the Queen, as she had suspected, who came into the cell then, sneering at her captive. Belle put on a brave face, saying nothing and not hearing much either as the other women spoke. She didnt even flinch as the Queen roared angrily at her, and ignored the red mark that was now on hr cheek. She just sat, watching with bright eyes, her brave demeanor never wavering, except maybe once at the mention of her true love's name. But when the witch had left, and the door, along with the footsteps down the hall had disappeared.

For hidden under her pillow, was a quill and ink, along with a stack of fresh parchment. With a sigh, Belle took out her hidden treasures, and began to write.