Well its official the plot bunnies have hit me after I already have two stories currently going for this show. I don't know how frequently all actually get to update this it all depends on whether I get inspiration or not. However, with most of my mind currently occupied about events in my other OUAT Fan Fiction Double Edged it will be kind of hard since trying to separate plots for two different shows in my mind is easy. But, three plots about the same show is like youzer. This was why I was hesitant to even post this at all and let someone else handle the plot. But, alas those darn plot bunny's demand it to be sow and knowing me I would probably get inspiration someone where down the road while reading this if it was by a different other, and then be tragically disappointed when it didn't go the way I was hoping it to.

Plot: When the Dark Vault took Neal's life in exchange for his father's he figured it was the end. What he didn't count on was that there was an even bigger price to be paid, then death itself. As the Zelena works to unravel the very fabric of time and rewrite history a dark shadow looms on the horizon but is it evil or good? No one knows. Then, when a charred body shows up on the edge of the town, everyone begins to wonder is Storybrooke even safe anymore when both Wicked and Death have come to town. This is my own take on the Chronicles of Prydain and the Black Cauldron film. Au after Quiet Minds.

This is basically my explanation of the vault, I added the idea that the vault can be found in different worlds sort of like the well of wonders from the show OUAT in Wonderland. I chose to do this in the Sense that the blue fairy said the Dark One was originally not of this world, while Bae and Belle found the vault which the Dark One was made from out of well darkness in the enchanted forest, which can be contradictory to some people. Therefore to amend that current continuity error that the show has thrown our way I decide that the vault is almost like a living entity on of itself and would serve as my substitute for the Black Cauldron. I also apologize that the chapter is short, but sometimes writing shorter chapters can be easier than longer ones or they just flow better, it all really depends at what point I believe is the best place to stop as you don't want a chapter to go on forever, but you also don't want it to end to soon. Writing is all about finding the perfect point where it finishes the thought process of that chapter, while leaving your readers with the feeling of suspense and wanting more. In other words writing is an experiment to be poked, prodded, and shaped into a form of art to be enjoyed by people for years to come. Anyway enough yammering from me and on with the show as they say or fan fiction.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my own life, and this story. I believe that disclaimer pretty much takes care of everything in a nutshell.


Legend tells of the Vault of the Dark One were the first Dark One was forged out of all of the darkness, that exists in the world. A vault that had the power to transcend worlds and time itself, as it could never be found in the same place once. However, that is only part of the story. What few know is that while the Dark One was made from darkness the vault itself was forged out of anger, hate, fear, suffering, and death, as it was created through the mixing of stone, the blood of 50 innocent lives and 50 guilty lives, and magic. And magic whether dark or light, always comes with a price. A price separate from the Dark One's curse, and no one has ever had to bear. For the price of using magic to create the vault was that it was instantantionalsy infused with a curse of its own, the Curse of the Horned King. A guardian of the vault if you will, a separate entity connected to the Dark One and the vault, and a creature of fire and death. A creature if let loose upon the world could bring with it the world's saving grace or its destruction. A fact that hinged on who controlled the vault. For many years kingdoms fought and died for control of the vault and people whether willingly or otherwise sacrificed their life to the vault. In the hopes to revive a previous Dark One or for the prospect of potential power. That could come about if they were chosen as the Horned King. But, for years the vault remained as it was, until by chance alone did the right soul come along.

The Horned King's Prophecy

From the depth of the ground shall their rise,

A creature with both light and darkness on its side.

Through the curse of the vault this entity shall be born,

But, only if one with a pure heart does sworn.

To sacrifice willingness its life to claim,

Reviving the last Dark One by invoking their name.

Then oh to the curse of the vault they be bond,

Between life and death is their body now found.

With the power of fire and death as their tool,

Death to the living should they lose control.

For by touch alone all life they can kill,

If anger, and fear should reign in them still.

But, if calmness and peace is at their command,

Then fear not to touch with thy lips and hands.


Darkness that is all that is there as the voices whisper giving of a steady, but faint glow. "What do we do with him, why is he here? No let the darkness devour him? " The voices each whispering their opinion as they float, and squabble with one another while the figure lies untouched between them. The legs and arms of the man are splayed at an angle, with his fists unclenched, on which the palm of left hand bears a strange mark that looks as though it was branded into the man's flesh. No sound comes from his body, as his heart has stopped and his eyes lay closed.

"Silence," a voice speaks calm and commanding causing the voices to cower back from the man as two women, one in a long dress with red hair and a fair figure and the other a young girl with white hair emerged between them. A bright light shines from her body as she approaches the man, bending down she brushes the end of his bangs from his face. "So young," she marvelous at the youthfulness of this man, "yet in his 37 years he has known much sorrow and paint. Still despite this he has a good heart a kind one. What do you think of him?" Hen Wen she asked.

"I can't see much my Lady Eilonwy, but I can sense he is the one meant to carry the Horned King's curse and that his path in life is not yet done. However, what exactly that is I can't see. Oh, I'm sorry my Lady, I wish I could tell you more."

"It's alright my dear Hen Wen what you have told me is more than enough."

Bending down so that her lips touched his ears Eilonwy whispered the words of an ancient chant in his ear, before planting her lips once along his forehead, his chest, his hand, cheek, both eyes, and then finally his lips, before moving back from the man.

There was a rumble along the ground as a spirit and soul began dancing around the body giving light to several symbols along the ground where the boy lay, the very same symbols that could be found on the entrance to the Vault of the Dark One. The ground shifts as the symbols along the ground rise up carving themselves into the man's chest. Across the man's bare skin long red and black lines began to form, touching each of the spots that Eilowyn had kissed with her lips. A pool of fire and darkness forming at its center as the spirit and the soul touched it, before bursting forth taking on the combined shape of white deer with black antlers and wings. The winged deer's hooves moved as it dashed along the trail of smoke and fire, before descending toward the body. The symbol of the Dark One's Vault vanished as the winged deer entered the body, a blinding light shorting forth and then all was quiet. The voices had vanished from sight and Lady Eilowyn with them. The only figure that remained was Hen Wen, who had heard the voice of her royal highness telling her to remain.

"Wait Hen Wen, he will need a guide I charge to you stay with him and protect him should our father return."

"But, my lady how, for our father will surely notice me, my white hair and blue eyes will most certainly stand out among the world of the living?"

"Fear not my dear for I will grant you a form with which to accomplish this task, a form that is simple and unsuspecting." With that the form of a young girl disappeared and in its place stood a white wild boar with blue eyes.


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