My name is Peter Asbjørnsen, And this is how my story ended

Dizzyness. that is not what i expected, but i should have known. I guess blood should really stay inside of the body.. ‘’aah, gross’’ My voice almost cracking up as i start to see something else that should have been inside my body instead of full view. The wound is grave, i knew i couldn¨t make it back. 

Back to where i love, back to storybrooke, back to my wife and child. My little wildflower, I can feel a wet streak down my chin, It’s warm, surprisingly. Guess my body is starting to loose it¨s temperature.  A small chuckle escapes my dry lips, guess my mind is seeing something funny about this, and haven’t told be yet.

‘’I..It can’t end like this’’ 

Blackness is starting to creep around the corner of my view, it’s drawing closer, I look up, no stars this time. Just.. a roof, made of stone. Cave, i must be in a cave, i can’t remember why i am even here. Probably to chase a story, always a story. This time, i pushed to far…

Muscles groaning, almost refusing to move as i scamper over the wall, my fingers searching for something. ‘’Lucky’’ It grasps around a sharp small rock, i pick it up. Starting to hack with almost no strenght into the wall, ‘’A…Atleast one last message..’’ My body is moving on it’s own, working with my last willl… 

I move backwards, watching my last messages as the darkness finally take hold.. As the last life moves out of the broken down body of mine.. 

On the wall of the cavern, where Peter Asbjørnsen lies, his body finally at peace, it says:

‘’Every story has an end, this is mine..  I love you all…. The…End…’’

The secret story (open rp)

“Did you have a good nap? ” Red looked at him. His hair was all over the place but still there was something about that man. She could see something come alive behind those eyes.

She smiled towards him “ you have time to take a shower before dinner is ready Peter. Hope you don’t mind but I washed some of your clothes, they should be try by now ”

She set the table and went out looking for some fresh flowers as she kept humming on a old song.

Peter got up, hell he was tired still. But he couldn’t help but think more. As he stumbled up towards the stairs towards teh shower. It would be great if he could just jump in a lake, he was betting the coldness of a lake could renew him. Taking off the clothes was a hard deal, but he managed. As he stepped into the rain shower. Feeling it trying to wake him more. 

Taking his time, like always he had better concentration when he was there. chuckling a bit as water trickled down his mouth, spitting it out again, a ritual he had done since he was a kid.  Finally getting out and dried up he walked back down. Seeing the table set. ‘’I can’t wait to eat’’ He looked better, as new clothes was on him. Black t shirt and jeans. 

The secret story (open rp)

Peter was getting frustrated, hell if what he had figured out was the truth. Then everything he had known might have been the biggest lie ever.

There had been rumours, whispers about a tale written down tale about the founders of his organisation. His ancestor. A dark tale that must never be read, never be opened.

Peter took a long breath, the papers was now flooding his house. Mixed with empty cardboxes of pizza. There must be something, anything that could help him. He was running out of ideas

Red knew There was something about Peter. She could recognize it in his eyes. She wasn’t able to let it go as it spinned around and around in her mind as she went on with her choirs. She needed to see if it was something she could do to help.

She walked out from The forrest and almost got blended by the sunlight. It was so usual for her to be out this early but she knew he would be awake. She took a deep breath and knocked on Peters Door.

He heard the knock. It took him a while, he was so lost in the research that the knock sounded so faint. He stood up, his flowing long hair, now a mess. It was oily Dark circles around his eyes as black as night.

Walking to the door he opened it slowly, seeing red he smiled a little. “Hey there” Peter said Calmly. “Nice seeing you again ”

Red looked at Peter, he really looked like a mess. “Guess you haven’t been sleeping much huh? ” Red walked inside past him and smirked.

He must have lost his mind Red decided. His living room was filled with stack of paper and boxes with food. “ I came by with more ink for you figured that you might need it. When is the last time you slept? ”

Peter shaked his head, did she jus walk past him, guess she did. He turned around hearing her words. “Last time slept? Oh I don’t know what day is it?” He had forgot about time. As he closed the door again. Walking after her, seeing the mess. “Maybe what month is it, is more appropriate”

“ it’s May Peter. I can help you tidy up this place while you get some sleep”

Red could feel the dust bunnies move in the corners. Her eyes studied him closely. “ what are you obsessed over anyway?”

“May huh… That’s something I missed the start of spring” he scratched his new beard. Getting lost I. The thoughts again trailing down the path, the never ending circle. “Huh?” He said hearing her voice again “oh,right. Ehm, something that I found, something about the past of my family, the organisation that I work for”

Red looked at Peter. He really needed to sleep. She was sure she could show him her tail and he wouldn’t even remember it. She hurts to the couch to move some paper and boxes as she said “Why won’t you just lay down and rest for a while? ”

“Rest” he looked over to the couch “maybe I do need some rest, sometimes rest might make new ideas appear, yes.” He sighed walking tiredly towards the couch, kicking away cardboard. Slopping down, “if its truer he mumbled to himself ” everything will change “ closing his eyes “life’s, will fade” mumbling as sleep took him

Red tucks Peter in with a blanket, takes off her hood. As she starts to sort papers and cardboards she mumbles to herself ” guess you where right gran, every man needs someone to do some cleaning"

When the living room looked a lot better Red checked on Peter again, he was knocked out and would probably be for a while. Se would have time for some hunting and even make the man a proper meal.

She went into the Forrest, checked that no one could see her as she transformed and as soon as she landed on the ground she could smell it. A rabbit was close by. She killed it.

Hours later Red was checking on Peter, he was still sleeping, that was good. Red stirred in the soup the kitchen smelled delicious from the food that was cooking.

Peter was dreaming, oh he was dreaming. He as afraid what the horrible secret was. So his imagination was giving the sleeping man more then one option.

Waking up he felt even more terrible then before, but the smell. That was rabbit stew, and it smelled like home? The fjords, Forrest, the sun gleaming through the dampened trees a beautiful morning. It smelled of fairy tales of Scandinavia. A smile was forming on the tiredsome face, then the other smell hit him. "Jeez I need a shower" he mumbled as he sat up

The secret story (open rp)

Peter was getting frustrated, hell if what he had figured out was the truth. Then everything he had known might have been the biggest lie ever.

There had been rumours, whispers about a tale written down tale about the founders of his organisation. His ancestor. A dark tale that must never be read, never be opened.

Peter took a long breath, the papers was now flooding his house. Mixed with empty cardboxes of pizza. There must be something, anything that could help him. He was running out of ideas

Red knew There was something about Peter. She could recognize it in his eyes. She wasn’t able to let it go as it spinned around and around in her mind as she went on with her choirs. She needed to see if it was something she could do to help.

She walked out from The forrest and almost got blended by the sunlight. It was so usual for her to be out this early but she knew he would be awake. She took a deep breath and knocked on Peters Door.

He heard the knock. It took him a while, he was so lost in the research that the knock sounded so faint. He stood up, his flowing long hair, now a mess. It was oily Dark circles around his eyes as black as night.

Walking to the door he opened it slowly, seeing red he smiled a little. “Hey there” Peter said Calmly. “Nice seeing you again ”

Red looked at Peter, he really looked like a mess. “Guess you haven’t been sleeping much huh? ” Red walked inside past him and smirked.

He must have lost his mind Red decided. His living room was filled with stack of paper and boxes with food. “ I came by with more ink for you figured that you might need it. When is the last time you slept? ”

Peter shaked his head, did she jus walk past him, guess she did. He turned around hearing her words. “Last time slept? Oh I don’t know what day is it?” He had forgot about time. As he closed the door again. Walking after her, seeing the mess. “Maybe what month is it, is more appropriate”

“ it’s May Peter. I can help you tidy up this place while you get some sleep”

Red could feel the dust bunnies move in the corners. Her eyes studied him closely. “ what are you obsessed over anyway?”

“May huh… That’s something I missed the start of spring” he scratched his new beard. Getting lost I. The thoughts again trailing down the path, the never ending circle. “Huh?” He said hearing her voice again “oh,right. Ehm, something that I found, something about the past of my family, the organisation that I work for”

Red looked at Peter. He really needed to sleep. She was sure she could show him her tail and he wouldn’t even remember it. She hurts to the couch to move some paper and boxes as she said “Why won’t you just lay down and rest for a while? ”

"Rest" he looked over to the couch "maybe I do need some rest, sometimes rest might make new ideas appear, yes." He sighed walking tiredly towards the couch, kicking away cardboard. Slopping down, "if its truer he mumbled to himself " everything will change " closing his eyes "life's, will fade" mumbling as sleep took him

The secret story (open rp)

Peter was getting frustrated, hell if what he had figured out was the truth. Then everything he had known might have been the biggest lie ever.

There had been rumours, whispers about a tale written down tale about the founders of his organisation. His ancestor. A dark tale that must never be read, never be opened.

Peter took a long breath, the papers was now flooding his house. Mixed with empty cardboxes of pizza. There must be something, anything that could help him. He was running out of ideas

Red knew There was something about Peter. She could recognize it in his eyes. She wasn’t able to let it go as it spinned around and around in her mind as she went on with her choirs. She needed to see if it was something she could do to help.

She walked out from The forrest and almost got blended by the sunlight. It was so usual for her to be out this early but she knew he would be awake. She took a deep breath and knocked on Peters Door.

He heard the knock. It took him a while, he was so lost in the research that the knock sounded so faint. He stood up, his flowing long hair, now a mess. It was oily Dark circles around his eyes as black as night.

Walking to the door he opened it slowly, seeing red he smiled a little. “Hey there” Peter said Calmly. “Nice seeing you again ”

Red looked at Peter, he really looked like a mess. “Guess you haven’t been sleeping much huh? ” Red walked inside past him and smirked.

He must have lost his mind Red decided. His living room was filled with stack of paper and boxes with food. “ I came by with more ink for you figured that you might need it. When is the last time you slept? ”

Peter shaked his head, did she jus walk past him, guess she did. He turned around hearing her words. “Last time slept? Oh I don’t know what day is it?” He had forgot about time. As he closed the door again. Walking after her, seeing the mess. “Maybe what month is it, is more appropriate”

“ it’s May Peter. I can help you tidy up this place while you get some sleep”

Red could feel the dust bunnies move in the corners. Her eyes studied him closely. “ what are you obsessed over anyway?”

"May huh... That's something I missed the start of spring" he scratched his new beard. Getting lost I. The thoughts again trailing down the path, the never ending circle. "Huh?" He said hearing her voice again "oh,right. Ehm, something that I found, something about the past of my family, the organisation that I work for"

The secret story (open rp)

Peter was getting frustrated, hell if what he had figured out was the truth. Then everything he had known might have been the biggest lie ever.

There had been rumours, whispers about a tale written down tale about the founders of his organisation. His ancestor. A dark tale that must never be read, never be opened.

Peter took a long breath, the papers was now flooding his house. Mixed with empty cardboxes of pizza. There must be something, anything that could help him. He was running out of ideas

Red knew There was something about Peter. She could recognize it in his eyes. She wasn’t able to let it go as it spinned around and around in her mind as she went on with her choirs. She needed to see if it was something she could do to help.

She walked out from The forrest and almost got blended by the sunlight. It was so usual for her to be out this early but she knew he would be awake. She took a deep breath and knocked on Peters Door.

He heard the knock. It took him a while, he was so lost in the research that the knock sounded so faint. He stood up, his flowing long hair, now a mess. It was oily Dark circles around his eyes as black as night.

Walking to the door he opened it slowly, seeing red he smiled a little. “Hey there” Peter said Calmly. “Nice seeing you again ”

Red looked at Peter, he really looked like a mess. “Guess you haven’t been sleeping much huh? ” Red walked inside past him and smirked.

He must have lost his mind Red decided. His living room was filled with stack of paper and boxes with food. “ I came by with more ink for you figured that you might need it. When is the last time you slept? ”

Peter shaked his head, did she jus walk past him, guess she did. He turned around hearing her words. "Last time slept? Oh I don't know what day is it?" He had forgot about time. As he closed the door again. Walking after her, seeing the mess. "Maybe what month is it, is more appropriate"

The secret story (open rp)

Peter was getting frustrated, hell if what he had figured out was the truth. Then everything he had known might have been the biggest lie ever.

There had been rumours, whispers about a tale written down tale about the founders of his organisation. His ancestor. A dark tale that must never be read, never be opened.

Peter took a long breath, the papers was now flooding his house. Mixed with empty cardboxes of pizza. There must be something, anything that could help him. He was running out of ideas

Red knew There was something about Peter. She could recognize it in his eyes. She wasn’t able to let it go as it spinned around and around in her mind as she went on with her choirs. She needed to see if it was something she could do to help.

She walked out from The forrest and almost got blended by the sunlight. It was so usual for her to be out this early but she knew he would be awake. She took a deep breath and knocked on Peters Door.

He heard the knock. It took him a while, he was so lost in the research that the knock sounded so faint. He stood up, his flowing long hair, now a mess. It was oily Dark circles around his eyes as black as night.

Walking to the door he opened it slowly, seeing red he smiled a little. "Hey there" Peter said Calmly. "Nice seeing you again "

The first step

“Yes there is. And my job is to get it all I am afraid. Its important we travel to get it all” his own eyes looks to the window too “ its late. If you want too you can stay over I have a couch. I have three bedrooms so if you want a bed,I can arrange that” he chuckled

“But it is up to you, I will stay longer awKe, I need to write more down. Tell me, are there a big bad wolf?” He looked back to her.

The shock of his words made her uneasy. He must have just guessed when he said the thing about the wolf. Besides that wasn’t her story to tell.

“Thank you so much for your offer but I’d better get home” she turned around to pick up her basket.

“And again thank you for the marshmallow and the hot chocolate Peter. I truly needed that extra heat tonight. ”

Red looks at Peter, smiles a bit before she drags the hood above her head, walking slowly across the floor and opens the door.

“Oh and there is a wolf. Every good story needs a hairy beast growling. ”

He chuckled, standing up as he had her "yeah I understand that. If you ever want too. You can always come back. There will Be a cup of coco waiting for you" he followed her to the door making sure she understood what he was saying.

"And yes, there is hairy beasts everywhere. But somtimes the beasts are the good guys. Remember that&

The first step

"Yes there is. And my job is to get it all I am afraid. Its important we travel to get it all" his own eyes looks to the window too " its late. If you want too you can stay over I have a couch. I have three bedrooms so if you want a bed,I can arrange that" he chuckled

"But it is up to you, I will stay longer awKe, I need to write more down. Tell me, are there a big bad wolf?" He looked back to her.

The first step

Listening to her. Hearing how she responded, this was someone that Had to grow up fast. It pained Peter, nobody should have to do Just that. The darken irises retracted a little as he saw her getting ready to leave

“Listen stay here for a little while, its cold outside. And I have hot coco too” he continued to smile, looking over to the fie. It was still burning bright. “ I even have some marshmallows to fry”

Red looked at him with a big smile. That offer was so generous of him, he didn’t even know her. Maybe she cloud trust him after all. She was sure grandma never said anything about not trusting men with marshmallows. Red couldn’t even remember the last time she fried some in the fire..

“Oh thank you Sir that is so kind of you! ” she looked around in the room before she put her basket down and went to sit down in front of the fire.

“My name is Peter you can use it. Can’t see the reason of having a name if its not used. ” he chuckled a little. This was a good chance to know better of this girl. He turned around moving to the kitchen , taking out the pot. And some chocolate. Getting ready to melt it in a water bath.

His hand moving to find the marshmallow and sticks to use in the fire.

As the chocolate melted he added some extra sugar and milk heating it up, whistling a calm tune. As the time went, peter took the hot coco in the mug before coming back to the living room, his stride calm as he walked over to red. Slitting down next to her putting the mug next to them and then putting marsmellows on two sticks “here you go”

“Nice to meet you Peter, I’m Red ” she giggles as she points to the red hood hanging over the basket.

The smell of hot chocolate filled the living room and made Red’s mouth watering. Carefully she picked up one of the mugs and held it in her hands, let her body steal some of its heat before taking a sip. “ oh! That’s really hot, but tastes soo good! Thank you Peter. It’s been ages since I last had hot chocolate and marshmallows”

He chuckled lightly seeing her taking the sip. Putting the sticks into the fire, Peter made sure to turn them slowly to make sure the marshmallows didn’t become charcoal. “I am glad that you liked it, I do love to make something that people can enjoy.”

He leaned a bit back as his fingers brushed the soft hair from his eyes. Staring Into the fire with a gaze like staring into the everlasting time. “So red. Tell me, how old are you? Because you are not the first red hooded person I have met”

Red watched Peter turning the sticks. And thought of a way to answer without giving away her secrets. Biting her lip she changed positions and grabbed her knees. “I’m 17, so you have met others like me?” Red looked up in peters face and tried to read his expression.

He looked over to her. Lokking at her expression and body language. She was hiding something. “17 that is almost age of adulthood but yes I have. Older then you, but still a red hooded girl”

He scratched his chin. “ I have met many people, creatures. Even faries. I am a storywriter, a folklore collector from Norway ”

“ I have been on my own since I was 10, I have a roof above my head and can take care of my self” Red grabs her hood and put it on. As soon as it folds nicely down her back she can relax again and takes a deep breath.

She looks up to Peter, and sees that he is really listening as she goes on with her story.

“ it used to be a lot more of us you know. Living in the deepest of forests. And the only time they went into town was when they conceived the next generation of hood girls. ” she sighs. Her family’s heritage, her family curse, the secret she has sworn not to tell. Quickly she edits the story before she continues.

“ the years passed and my grandma was the only living oldest. And one night when she was out selling herbs she got into an accident and died.”

Red stops, tries to hide the tears that have betrayed her, she looks into the dying fire. The flames are getting weaker.

Peter listened and he listened well, taking in everything he could memorising every detail. The dark eyes didn't leave her one bit. Lifting up the mug of coco up to the lips blowing gently on the dark brown surface.

The ripples forming on the liquid gently pushing towards the white sides of the vessel. seeing her tears Peter couldn't help but feeling like a knife had jut entered his chest. But he was a story collector in a organisation that was old. "You know" he put down the cup. "There is more to this story isn't it. " his smile came back "but its ok, you don't have to tell me. OK should eat your marshmallow before it burns"

The first step

Listening to her. Hearing how she responded, this was someone that Had to grow up fast. It pained Peter, nobody should have to do Just that. The darken irises retracted a little as he saw her getting ready to leave

“Listen stay here for a little while, its cold outside. And I have hot coco too” he continued to smile, looking over to the fie. It was still burning bright. “ I even have some marshmallows to fry”

Red looked at him with a big smile. That offer was so generous of him, he didn’t even know her. Maybe she cloud trust him after all. She was sure grandma never said anything about not trusting men with marshmallows. Red couldn’t even remember the last time she fried some in the fire..

“Oh thank you Sir that is so kind of you! ” she looked around in the room before she put her basket down and went to sit down in front of the fire.

“My name is Peter you can use it. Can’t see the reason of having a name if its not used. ” he chuckled a little. This was a good chance to know better of this girl. He turned around moving to the kitchen , taking out the pot. And some chocolate. Getting ready to melt it in a water bath.

His hand moving to find the marshmallow and sticks to use in the fire.

As the chocolate melted he added some extra sugar and milk heating it up, whistling a calm tune. As the time went, peter took the hot coco in the mug before coming back to the living room, his stride calm as he walked over to red. Slitting down next to her putting the mug next to them and then putting marsmellows on two sticks “here you go”

“Nice to meet you Peter, I’m Red ” she giggles as she points to the red hood hanging over the basket.

The smell of hot chocolate filled the living room and made Red’s mouth watering. Carefully she picked up one of the mugs and held it in her hands, let her body steal some of its heat before taking a sip. “ oh! That’s really hot, but tastes soo good! Thank you Peter. It’s been ages since I last had hot chocolate and marshmallows”

He chuckled lightly seeing her taking the sip. Putting the sticks into the fire, Peter made sure to turn them slowly to make sure the marshmallows didn’t become charcoal. “I am glad that you liked it, I do love to make something that people can enjoy.”

He leaned a bit back as his fingers brushed the soft hair from his eyes. Staring Into the fire with a gaze like staring into the everlasting time. “So red. Tell me, how old are you? Because you are not the first red hooded person I have met”

Red watched Peter turning the sticks. And thought of a way to answer without giving away her secrets. Biting her lip she changed positions and grabbed her knees. “I’m 17, so you have met others like me?” Red looked up in peters face and tried to read his expression.

He looked over to her. Lokking at her expression and body language. She was hiding something. "17 that is almost age of adulthood but yes I have. Older then you, but still a red hooded girl"

He scratched his chin. " I have met many people, creatures. Even faries. I am a storywriter, a folklore collector from Norway "

The first step

Listening to her. Hearing how she responded, this was someone that Had to grow up fast. It pained Peter, nobody should have to do Just that. The darken irises retracted a little as he saw her getting ready to leave

“Listen stay here for a little while, its cold outside. And I have hot coco too” he continued to smile, looking over to the fie. It was still burning bright. “ I even have some marshmallows to fry”

Red looked at him with a big smile. That offer was so generous of him, he didn’t even know her. Maybe she cloud trust him after all. She was sure grandma never said anything about not trusting men with marshmallows. Red couldn’t even remember the last time she fried some in the fire..

“Oh thank you Sir that is so kind of you! ” she looked around in the room before she put her basket down and went to sit down in front of the fire.

“My name is Peter you can use it. Can’t see the reason of having a name if its not used. ” he chuckled a little. This was a good chance to know better of this girl. He turned around moving to the kitchen , taking out the pot. And some chocolate. Getting ready to melt it in a water bath.

His hand moving to find the marshmallow and sticks to use in the fire.

As the chocolate melted he added some extra sugar and milk heating it up, whistling a calm tune. As the time went, peter took the hot coco in the mug before coming back to the living room, his stride calm as he walked over to red. Slitting down next to her putting the mug next to them and then putting marsmellows on two sticks “here you go”

“Nice to meet you Peter, I’m Red ” she giggles as she points to the red hood hanging over the basket.

The smell of hot chocolate filled the living room and made Red’s mouth watering. Carefully she picked up one of the mugs and held it in her hands, let her body steal some of its heat before taking a sip. “ oh! That’s really hot, but tastes soo good! Thank you Peter. It’s been ages since I last had hot chocolate and marshmallows”

He chuckled lightly seeing her taking the sip. Putting the sticks into the fire, Peter made sure to turn them slowly to make sure the marshmallows didn't become charcoal. "I am glad that you liked it, I do love to make something that people can enjoy."

He leaned a bit back as his fingers brushed the soft hair from his eyes. Staring Into the fire with a gaze like staring into the everlasting time. "So red. Tell me, how old are you? Because you are not the first red hooded person I have met"

The first step

Listening to her. Hearing how she responded, this was someone that Had to grow up fast. It pained Peter, nobody should have to do Just that. The darken irises retracted a little as he saw her getting ready to leave

“Listen stay here for a little while, its cold outside. And I have hot coco too” he continued to smile, looking over to the fie. It was still burning bright. “ I even have some marshmallows to fry”

Red looked at him with a big smile. That offer was so generous of him, he didn’t even know her. Maybe she cloud trust him after all. She was sure grandma never said anything about not trusting men with marshmallows. Red couldn’t even remember the last time she fried some in the fire..

“Oh thank you Sir that is so kind of you! ” she looked around in the room before she put her basket down and went to sit down in front of the fire.

"My name is Peter you can use it. Can't see the reason of having a name if its not used. " he chuckled a little. This was a good chance to know better of this girl. He turned around moving to the kitchen , taking out the pot. And some chocolate. Getting ready to melt it in a water bath.

His hand moving to find the marshmallow and sticks to use in the fire.

As the chocolate melted he added some extra sugar and milk heating it up, whistling a calm tune. As the time went, peter took the hot coco in the mug before coming back to the living room, his stride calm as he walked over to red. Slitting down next to her putting the mug next to them and then putting marsmellows on two sticks "here you go"