Chapter 1

Messages

Snow, Charming, Hook, Regina and Robin stood in the town square staring at the Dark One's dagger as it clattered to the floor and Emma was no where to be seen and the dagger was etched with her name anew. Snow cried and struggled in Charming's arms. Hook wanted to cry and Robin was hugging Regina tightly. Emma Swan had become the Dark One. Now the saviour needed saving.

It was Hook who walked forward and picked up the dagger before he held it out to Charming. "You're her father, mate, you should keep hold of this." He said in voice which was verging on breaking into tears. Charming nodded and took it off him, before he steered Snow away to return her home to their son, Neal. Regina and Robin departed also, heading back to find Roland and the merry men. Hook took out his flask of rum and made his way to the docks, sipping it as he went. They all were heading to grieve alone. As well as consider a plan of action. Unbeknownst to the others Charming already had a plan. He just has to wait for the next high wind in order to put it into affect.

Days passed and Snow cried and took care of baby Neal, then when Henry came over, hugged him and cried some more. No one saw hair nor hide of Hook, but Charming wasn't overtly worried- he was a pirate, he could take care of himself. On the third day of Snow's constant crying and with no news of Emma, a high wind blew through town and Charming took his opportunity to send a message for help.

He picked a large leaf from the ground outside Granny's, where a few had been shaken loose because of the wind. He took it back to the flat the Charming's lived in and on it he scribbled a brief message, before he stood at the window in the flat and let it go. "Please. Please, I need your help." He whispered as it floated away. Now all he had to do was wait. And he wasn't waiting very long.

At a similar time, perhaps an hour or so later, a young woman walking through the forest surrounding Storybrooke was slapped in the face by a leaf, a large leaf with a message scribbled on it. She stood atop of mound of rocks and read it before she looked up and closed her eyes as the wind whispered around her.

"Of course. I am coming." She said aloud in a silvery voice, and the wind returned her message to the helpless prince.