Fanfiction- Home: The Scroll Part Two

This story is my own creation set in season six, after the episode A Wondrous Place. Some wording is taken from the fantastic writers of Once Upon a Time to stay in continuity of the show. The rest are my own imagination.


“Do you know what day it is today?” Killian asked Ariel, sitting in front of a fire pit on the edge of the Agraban Gulf.

He’d been staring into the crackling flames since the moment they set up camp, shortly after saying goodbye to Aladdin and Jasmine.

“It’s Frigedag,” Ariel answered in some foreign language he did not recognize.

Killian arched his brow. “Frigedag?”

“Yeah, isn’t that what you call it. I’ve heard humans say TGIF before Thank Guppy it’s Frigedag, right?”

He had to laugh despite feeling like complete rubbish inside. “I think that saying is Thank God it’s Friday. I’ve heard Emma and Henry say it before.”

“Oh yeah, Friday – Frigedag that’s what Merfolks call it.” Ariel pushed the fire around with a stick she’d picked up along the way to the coast. “Speaking of Merfolk and Emma, want to try calling her again? It’s been an hour since the last time you used my shellphone.” She handed him the bauble.

“Thanks.” He accepted the tiny conch and spoke into it again, praying Emma was near his chest where he’d left his own enchanted shell. “Emma, it’s Killian. I didn’t mean to leave. Gideon sent me away. I would never leave you. Emma, he wanted me out of the way. I love you. I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m trying to get home to you. And I won’t stop ‘til I do.” He’d say it a million times over if he had to. She had to know he didn’t leave in haste. Yes, he needed time to think, time to deal with the guilt about remembering he was the one who killed her grandfather. Never once, though, did he stop loving her. Emma Swan was his whole world. She made him a better man and nothing he could do could ever repay what she gave to him: redemption, forgiveness, love, and family.

“Someone will hear you, Killian,” Ariel said, taking back her shell.

“I hope so.”

Something leapt from the water, startling both of them.

Thinking it was another one of those krakens, Killian jumped to his feet, his sword in hand. “Stand back,” he ordered his innocent friend.

“No, wait! It’s a mermaid, not a monster.” Ariel ran to the shoreline. “It’s okay. Come out. We’re friends. We won’t hurt you,” she said to the gulf.

Killian followed her lead, seeing the top of a woman’s head cresting the water’s surface. She was beautiful, lifting her head and tossing back shimmering gold hair in the silvery moonlight.

The maid swam closer into the shallows, seating herself on the wet sand, yet keeping her tail submerged. Up close two things stuck out to him as familiar: a necklace made of leather carrying both a shell and a brass key, and her eyes. Those two pools of blue, the shade of the crystalline waters of Polynesia, drew him to her as if in a trance. He knew those eyes. He’d seen them on his older brother’s face and every day when he passed a mirror. Shock had him frozen where he stood.

Ariel wasn’t so much, and greeted the woman. “Hi. I’m Ariel, who are you?”

“Ondine,” the maid said and lifted her eyes to Killian. “I heard you… your voice on my shell. You were calling to your love, were you not?”

Words were absented from his mind, unable to form on his tongue. From the story he’d read all of a month ago, he knew this mermaid was a special one indeed. She was his mother.

Ariel nudge his ribs. “Uh, aye. I was,” he finally answered. “I’m Killian Jones, brother to Captain Liam Jones, and son to the unfortunate scoundrel, Brennan Jones.”

With each name Ondine’s blue eyes widened and teared. She covered her gaping mouth. “Killian. My Killian?”

The once brave and fearless Captain Hook knelt reverently in the sand. “Aye… Mother.”

She touched his face, cupping his cheeks, caressing his beard and jaw. “Look at you. You look so much like your father.”

As much as he didn’t want to hear that comparison, he took it as a compliment knowing how in love the woman before him loved his dastardly father. Brennan Jones was far from perfect, but he did love. “I do, at least from what I can remember of him. He’s been gone a long time now. But I don’t know you at all. How are you here in Agrabah?”

She continued to stare at him, taking in his every detail. “I know I haven’t been around for you and Liam, but not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought of you. My father was after us when you were small and your father sent me to another realm to escape him. All of you were supposed to follow and I waited but no one ever came. It wasn’t until the insane Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde brought us to this world did I leave the realm of Untold Stories.”

“Was that you in the reservoir the day Emma and I picnicked, reading your story?” Killian asked.

Ondine nodded. “I heard the familiar tale you two were reading, and somehow knew I had to stick by you. I didn’t know how to approach you, but stayed close.”
“That’s all right. I wouldn’t know how to react anyway. I’m still getting used to having a living brother in the same town.”

“Living? I don’t understand.”

Ooh, right, her Liam was no longer alive. The last time she saw him, her eldest son was a toddler. Gently, Killian cupped her cheek. “It happened a long time ago, almost three hundred years ago, Liam passed on as a Naval captain on the high seas. He was an honorable man all the way ‘til the end. He’s in a far better place now. I guarantee it. Father did have another son, though, named him Liam as well. He lives in Storybrooke.”

“But you’ve survived all this time?” Killian nodded. “Aye. I have and a lot of that has to do with the woman I’m trying to return to, my love, my Emma.”

Ondine smiled. Killian noted the pride in the lines of her perfectly, unaged face frozen in time by her realm. No one in the Land of Untold Stories had aged. Their lives were exactly as they were the day they’d turned the key to that world.

“Please, let me help you?” Ondine implored. “I could hear the love and urgency in your voice. You need to get back to her and I have an idea. It requires trust on your part though.”

Ariel nodded, as if urging him to trust his mother. “Merfolk don’t usually lie.”
“I understand, but you aren’t suggesting we swim, are you?” he asked, darting glances between both mermaids.

“Don’t look at me.” Ariel held her hands up, clueless as to Ondine’s plan. “I’ve never travelled with humans before. I don’t even know if it’s possible.”

“It is, as long as we have a tie to one another. We must hurry though. We only have until dawn.” Ondine flapped her tail signifying the part of her story Killian almost forgot. She only remains a mermaid for a day. Come sunrise she would returned to human form and her abilities to cross realms, breathe underwater indefinitely, and swim at lightning speed vanishes for a week. It was now or never.

“What do I have to do?” Killian asked.

Ondine reached for his hand. He grasped hers and held out his hook for the other. The smallest flinch twinged her brow, and he could see questions in her eyes about it which were not important at the moment. He nodded once letting her know it was all right, and a soft smile spread on her face. “I need to kiss you.”

He angled a waried eyebrow, yet still knelt in the wet sand. He closed his eyes and felt the warm touch of lips on his forehead. A mother’s kiss so tender and dear, his heart ached as if is soul remembered her from when he was a babe. Heat drenched his body, sending tingles through his limbs and a quaking in his chest.

“Breathe, darling,” she whispered in a slow melodic tone.

Killian did as she asked. His lungs filled like the sails of his ship taking flight to Neverland. It left him exhilarated to the point of dizziness and fell over into the waves.

He caught himself, opening his eyes to his smiling mother. “You’re ready. Keep holding my hand. If you let go, you’ll simply be a man trapped between realms in the middle of the oceans.

He didn’t let go and Ondine took off with one flip her tail. One quick jerk and he was shooting through the water like a bullet from a gun. Hundreds of years of instinct had him holding his breath until he could no longer. He opened his mouth and took in a gulp of air, surprised to find he could breathe easily. Ondine’s kiss worked! They’d be in Storybrooke in no time; he couldn’t wait to see Emma’s face.


In a purple hue, they passed through Agrabah’s realm, then the outer rim of the Enchanted Forest, Camelot, and finally burst through into the world of Storybrooke as the red globe of the sun skimmed the horizon in the east. Ondine slowed passing Boston and coming up on Maine’s coastline.

“What’s wrong?” Killian asked, his own lungs unable to hold as much as they had before. The cold, too, crept into his bones unlike earlier. His teeth chattered and body ached to move.

“It’s almost time.” She was breathless.

Killian survey the land around them, wading in place as best he could.  “Look! Over there, it’s Storybrooke’s beach. It’s not far. Come on, we can make it.”

Ondine bobbed her head, and started a slow swim. After a minute, Killian could no longer feel the weight of her fin against his legs. She was changing.

“Ondine?” he urged, seeing her straining to swim without the help of her mermaid abilities. She slipped away from him.

Killian caught her around the waist, careful not to pierce her icy, wet flesh with his hook. “No, Mum, you have to be strong. I’ve got you. Just a little further.”

With her head on his shoulder, he pulled them both through water one struggling paddle at a time through the last stretch of frigid water. When his feet could reach the earth below, he gathered Ondine in his arms and carried her to shore.

Leroy and the other dwarves came running the moment he called out, “Help me! Someone call Emma.”

Happy dialed. Leroy shrugged off his coat and draped it around Ondine’s shivering body.  Killian dropped to his knees, frozen and weak. “Help him,” he thought he heard one of the dwarves yell before all went black.

The next flash he saw was a light as bright as the summer sun from behind his eyelids. Emma.

“Killian!” she shouted.

Heat filled him—no surrounded him—and Ondine beside him. The same heated magic he felt anytime Emma healed him. He opened his eyes seeing a white, glowing cloud swirl around him and his mother. Consciousness returned. His mother was safe. Killian was on his feet in the very next moment, yanking Emma into his arms, kissing her with all the regret, worry, and love he had inside.

“I’m so sorry, Emma,” he whispered, unable to stop kissing her face, her mouth, her neck. “I should’ve told you what I did to your grandfather all those years ago. And I should have never…ever… considered running away.”

“Shh,” she held his face in her hands, halting him, “It’s okay. I didn’t exactly make it easy for you to tell me the truth.”

Killian took a step backward, fishing for the box in his breast pocket. “There’s something I need to do before I get pushed into another portal. And this time I’m going to do it the right way.” Lowering himself to the ground, he knelt before his love, his Emma. “Swan, I know that you face an uncertain future, but there’s one thing I want you to be certain of, and that is that I will always—always—be by your side. So Emma Swan, what do you say? Will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she replied barely above a whisper. It didn’t have to be loud, it didn’t have to be for the world to hear. All that mattered was that he heard that one precious word.

The happiest man alive, Killian stood and kissed her with all the longing, all the devotion he had for this one perfect woman. He was whole in far more ways than one. He had his Emma. He had a mother, he had a brother, and forgiveness finally in his heart. He was a complete man from head to toe and everything in between.




“Tell it again, Grandmum,” Hope shrilled.

Ondine kissed her granddaughter’s blonde curls atop the five-year old’s head. “Hush now, darling. It’s time for sleeping.”

“But I love that story.”
“I know you do, but your mum and dad would be very disappointed if I let you stay up late. Besides, it’s Thursday night, you need to sleep, my love.”

Ondine stood and glanced at the clock; three hours until midnight. The excuse was enough for her precious granddaughter to lie back on her pillow and close her eyes.

She tucked Hope in under the covers. “Good girl, and when you wake all will be normal, and you will have a new baby sister joining us.”

Hope’s blue eyes flittered open wide, a smile lit up her rosy face. “And then you can tell the story about you and mommy and daddy again.”

“Yes, darling. I will tell the story again and again for as long as I live.”





A New Generation

photo courtesy of CBS News

As a patriot, September 11th, has always a tough day for me. I woke up on the morning of September 11, 2001, to my little sister saying, “Umm Eryn, there was an accident. A plane flew into a building,” over my answering machine as I was slowly waking up, my heart dropped when I heard the rest.

My mother took over the call and told me the news wasn’t sure if it was an accident or intentional, but an airplane did fly into one of the Twin Towers. I flipped on the news and within a half hour watched on live tv when the second plane hit.

These memories are always in my head. I think of them randomly throughout the year, if I hear someone mention New York or the Pentagon, or if I see the new Freedom Tower shining bright on the New York skyline on television. And no matter what, when the calendar lands on September 11th, I’m in reverence that day.

This year, 2017,  I have a ten year old son in the fifth grade. I’ve been teaching him about the history of America since he was old enough to understand what I was saying. He was in pre-school when I first told him about 9/11, and every year since, I have asked if the teachers talked about September 11th. And every year he is blasé about it, saying, “No,” or “A little.”  But this year was different.  I asked him what he did at school and if he had any homework, to which he usually says no, but today he said, “Yes, I have to interview you on where you were and what you were doing when the events of 9/11 happened?”

He’s heard my recollection of it before, but still I repeated the story, getting the same chills, the same chokiness in my throat, shed the same sympathetic tears for the lives that were lost and saved that day. And after it was all said and done, I noticed how times have changed from when I was in fifth grade. I had similar assignments, asking my parents where they were when  President Kennedy was shot, or Neil Armstrong stepped on the moon.

Those events were important in their lives, and this 9/11 was a huge one in mine. It’s my recollection that will be passed down to the new generation until something spectacular or tragic happens in their timeframe… and then my son will tell his children where he was when…


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Read Eryn’s latest book in the

Falling for Heroes Series: Falling for Hope

falling-for-heroes-box-setFull Cover Falling for Phoenix

And catch up on the first three books Falling for Shock, Falling for Freedom, and Falling for Phoenix, in the Falling for Heroes Boxset


Silver Lining

What a week! So as some of you know, I’ve been fighting an nasty physical thing this week and it’s been rough. Very painful. I haven’t been able to go into the bakery, because standing was definitely not possible, but I have been able to sit or lay with a notebook or laptop with me. What that means is, writing time for Eryn!

And ladies and gentlemen, I have made some incredible headway on Falling for Sacrifice. It’s been giving me a headache lately since I haven’t had time to fix its many problems and finally those are resolved. The characters like each other, they have their own personalities and flaws, and the plot is moving quite nicely. I’m so happy!

This new book picks up where Falling for Hope leaves off, but this time we are following the lives of Isabel Delgado, Alexander Brownyn’s half-sister, out of Cudillero, Spain, and Evan Corbett, readers some will recognize from Falling for Shock. He was the villain, the Rainmaker, to Oliver Hannel’s Shock hero. He was also Lucy Brooks’ (now Bronwyn) boyfriend back in Shock. And now that everything is fixed, I’m getting really excited to share this story.


Ms. Karen David, is my inspiration for Isabel Delgado


Justin Hartley is clearly the perfect choice for Evan Corbett


So next year, get ready for Book Five in the Falling for Heroes series! You definitely won’t want to miss this one. 



All In One Map-Dot

I don’t normally get political, and I’m not now either, but the other day something wonderful occurred to me when I was at work. First of all, when I’m not writing, blogging, interviewing, and promoting, I work at a bakery inside the HyVee grocery store in my smallish town of Bloomington, Illinois. If any of you don’t know about HyVee, it’s a midwestern chain that I like to describe as the Disneyland of grocery stores. Manners are applauded and friendly customer service is the top priority above and beyond everything else. Our motto is: A helpful smile in every aisle. Not only that, we pride ourselves on having excellent, clean, and local products, and if local products aren’t available, we make the items in house. For example, we don’t receive peach turnovers from our corporate factory, yet one of our customers… just one… loves them and orders them special, so we make them from scratch.

It’s that kind of treatment that sets HyVee apart from other stores and why it is the ONLY grocery store I would ever work for.

With that said, let’s go back to my original thought. As I was slicing some artisan bread for a regular customer, I realized how amazing it was that this regular was here in Bloomington all the way from Congo, Africa.  I know this because he has an incredible accent, and deep, reverberating voice, had me asking where he was from a while back.

So as I’m helping him, I asked if his guests had gone back home to Belgium, a topic we had talked about the week before. He said, yes, and then, out of curiosity, I was prompted to look around the bakery. Here, standing before me was a customer from Africa, with friends from Belgium, one of our bakers is from Germany, another from Guatemala, a cake decorator from India, our newest employee is from the Phillipines, and I have relatives straight off the boat from Ireland with family from Korea and China. All these races, all these cultures working together, harmoniously in an area no bigger than the bottom floor of my townhouse. How fantastic is that?!

After all the turmoil, strife, and violence our country has endured over the last couple of weeks, shouldn’t we take an example from this little tiny map-dot in the middle of the United States and live and work together in peace no matter where we’re from, and what we look like? And as I close, the one thing I took away from this passing thought a few days ago, cutting bread for a man from the Congo, all of our cultures… ALL of them… are beautiful.

I Can “Bear”ly Contain Myself

Earlier last week, I excitedly posted on Facebook that I was in talks with survival expert, Bear Grylls’ people, asking if I could use his name in my next book.  Falling for Sacrifice, will be dealing with two people stranded on an island after a boat wreck, and while one character isn’t too intelligent, he avidly watches Bear Grylls’ shows.

If you are unfamiliar with Bear and his survival shows, click to play for a taste of his extreme survival.


Well, with all that said, I am ecstatic to announce that Bear has agreed to let me use his name in Falling for Sacrifice!

I received an email today from his assistant saying that he and his team read my synopsis and passages that included his name, and were very happy, despite a small   snag with the one passage. It was easily amended and now all is good. I’m so excited for this little venture.  Nothing like having one of your idols approve your work!



And for those wondering about the release of Falling for Sacrifice… 2018 is all I can tell you right now. I’m Bear-ly (hahaha!) through fifty pages. I still have a ways to go. Until then, enjoy the other four books in the Falling for Heroes Series:

Falling for Shock

Falling for Freedom

Falling for Phoenix

Falling for Hope


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Happy Endings…Happy Beginnings…

A Norman Rockwell ending to the first book of Once Upon A Time.

As a little girl, I was in imaginary land all the time. I was a Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Wendy Darling, Dorothy Gale and I never grew out of it. I loved fairy tales – they are probably a good reason why I became an author! I’ve watched all the movies, plays, tv shows (side note: remember Faerie Tale Theatre with Shelley Duvall, and that cheesy sitcom called The Charmings – yeah, I watched them.) So from the moment I saw the first commercial for Once Upon A Time I knew it was going to be perfect.

Every week I fell in love with the stories and characters. They have been my solace, my joy, my time away from life every Sunday. And as this amazing 6 year chapter ends and a brand new chapter begins in October with new cast members, I will hold dear these last years of going through the journey these characters have been on. I’m not heartbroken…but to me it feels like the end of high school and graduation. I know college will be exciting, but it will be a world of change. Some of my friends will stay and some will move away, just like Once. I will miss Jennifer Morrison, Ginnifer Goodwin, Josh Dallas, Jared Gilmore, Rebecca Mader, and Emilie deRavin completely, but I am so ecstatic Lana Parrilla, Robert Carlyle, and my all-time favorite Colin O’Donoghue will be staying to continue the story.

Thank you Once Upon A Time for your stories, your message of hope, and all the beautiful friends I’ve met along the way. This show will be with me forever.

I cannot wait to see what the new chapter brings!

PS If you Once creators ever want to hire me on as a writer, I’m always available! 😉

COVER REVEAL: Falling for Hope

Without delay, ladies and gentleman, I give you Falling for Hope!



Alexander Bronwyn loves his family-his mother, father, two sisters, and especially his son, Elliott. But only one of them shares his blood-his son. Elliott has leukemia and is in need of a bone marrow transplant. In order to rid him of this life-depriving disease, adopted Alexander must first find those who share the same DNA.

Elaine Hannel, mother to Oliver, Edward, and Rhys Hannel thought she lost her first-born forty years prior, during childbirth. That is until he showed up at her final son’s wedding, uncovering a decades’ old mystery she didn’t know existed. Shocked, Elaine is forced to relive the past she’d put behind her so long ago, with a former lover and the death of her child she only met for a blink of a moment.

While the rest of the Hannels are confused, and feel deceived, Lucy Brooks, twin sister to Layla Hannel, is the only person accepting and sympathetic of Alexander and his plight. A single parent herself, what she sees in Alex is a man who will do anything for his son, no matter the pain and conflict it causes. What she doesn’t see is the immediate soul connection to a man so overburdened with life, all he has left is to let go and let her take some of that away for him.

This book idea came to me in pieces. As many of you know, my husband was adopted as a toddler. He’s never met or even knows who his biological family are. And one day, very early into my pregnancy with my son my doctor was asking me all these family history questions, like has anyone in my family had heart disease or cancer, and in turn she asked my husband as well. I had this extensive list in my head for my side, but all Jon said was, “I don’t know.”

It took about three questions for the doctor to ask, are you adopted? and Jon answered, “Yes.”

From that moment, I’ve often thought, what would we do if something went wrong with him or our son since they have no other biological blood except each other?

Years later, as I was watching my favorite show, Once Upon a Time, the audience was introduced to a new character in an episode entitled Swan Song – Brennan Jones aka Papa Hook, Captain Hook’s father.

PapaHook and Hook

L to R Adam Croasdell, Colin O’Donoghue – Once Upon a Time

Brennan is played by the very talented actor Adam Croasdell. I don’t know what it was, but I was drawn to how he acted with the child who played young Captain Hook. He was dear to the child, and just had this sweet face to go along with it. Now unfortunately for young Hook, Papa didn’t turn out to be a good guy, but Adam was. The actor was and is a big Twitter person and I have had the privilege to chat with him a many times.
Jokingly one day, I tweeted that I was going to write a story about a single father having adventures on the high seas to Adam and he said he’d be honored. Well, I couldn’t disappoint and started wondering how I could fit a story like I’d described into my Falling for Heroes world. And just like many a story comes out a writer started with one story and ends up with another.
If the Hannels were going to gain another brother, how would that happen, was my first thought. Soon the idea of adoption came to mind, and then came the question I’d asked myself so long ago….what would happen if my son had an illness and needed blood from my husband and his didn’t work? They would need a miracle or someone else biological. The story grew from there and Falling for Hope was born.

One cool thing did come from it’s origin, Mr. Croasdell and I still chat. He was an awesome muse and I’m so glad to share this story with him. I also have the pleasure of sharing this story with a beautiful cancer survivor who I interviewed, Carly, as well as Be The Match bone marrow donor program. Both were extremely helpful in learning more and researching cancer and how treatments are made.

I do have a little news that I would like to share with you. Originally I’d planned on releasing Falling for Hope in April, but due to uncontrollable circumstances, like a broken computer, being unemployed, then just starting a new day job, I have to push the release date to June. Be patient with me. You will not want to miss this story!

Thank you to Dee Photos, Doreen Klussendork–oops dorf, The Berardinelli family, and Tori C. Farris for creating this beautiful cover for me. Usually, I create my own covers but these wonderful people pulled together to help me while my precious computer is dead. Thank you all from the bottom of my heart.