We've all heard fairy tales. Everything that once was, princesses, knights in shining armor and a happy ending. Everyone knows and loves those stories. But that's all I am, right? Stories? True love's kiss, evil queens, witches, elves, orcs and magic only exist in books. Everyone knows it. You would never see the Evil Queen herself strolling the main streets of your town, Prince Charming riding his prized steed along the beach, or Captain Hook landing on the Jolly Roger. These are all fictional characters in fictional books and fictional movies. They don't exist. At least, that's what I thought until today. Imagine it. You're walking along the beach, reading an extraordinary novel, immersed in history. The wind whips your hair. Seagulls screech as they peck at the sand, searching for discarded chips. The salty smell of the sea fills the air as a light mist blankets you. You smile to yourself as your bare feet sink into the sand. It's quite peaceful really. Who doesn't love the beach? In case you haven't figured it out, you're imagining something that happened to me. Today actually. This is a diary. I was told to record my thoughts, feelings and events today. Apparently, it's supposed to help me deal with all this. It's not much help yet, but all I have to do now, other than wait, is write. So, here we are, let's dive back into this “adventure” that is my life now. I was enjoying a nice novel on the beach, just walking around minding my own business. Imagine my surprise when my book fell into the sand while several loud shrieks rang out behind me. I screamed and ducked as the flock of seagulls I mentioned earlier zoomed past me in a flurry of feathers. Breathing heavily... middle of paper... walking away, he looked over. “Is that her?” He nodded. "She's Neal's sister." His face lit up as he approached, clasping my hands in his. "It's so nice to meet you, Sky." “Uh, nice to meet you too…” I smiled. "Did you find the girl?" I turned and saw a man in his mid-thirties, staring at me with wide eyes. She had short, wavy brown hair and dark brown eyes. “Um, hi…” I raised an eyebrow slightly as he stared into my eyes. “Oh, uh, sorry…” He looked away and shook his head. “You have the exact same gray eyes as my mother…” I groan. “So I guess this is Neal…and you didn’t even tell him?” I turn to Rumpelstiltskin. “Yes, it's Bae. Congratulations honey, you got it.” He hissed and walked away. Neal looked over, confused. “What didn't he tell me?” “Well, according to your father and the pirate, I'm your sister…”