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It had been weeks since anyone has seen or heard from Emma. Everyone was at wits end, hoping to find her. Their efforts were fruitless. It was as if she had simply vanished into thin air.
"There has to be a way to destroy the Dark One," Snow said to her husband while their son and grandson were sleeping upstairs.
"The only way to destroy the Dark One is to kill it and become the next Dark One." Charming reminds her.
"And that will kill Emma." she sighs heavily. "What if that's our only option?"
"Let's not think like that," he kissed her forehead at a loss how to comfort his wife.
Henry sat at the bottom of the stairs. He refused to believe that there was no hope in helping his mother. With everyone giving up hope, he was the only one left who still had faith that Emma could come back from being the dark one.
He filled his backpack with a few essentials before heading out into the night. Running, he knew exactly where he needed to go. The only play that might hold the key in saving the Savior.
On the edge of town the mysterious mansion sat in all it's glory. As soon as he stood in front of the door, it swung open welcoming him inside. Henry walked forward, heading straight to the library filled with empty storybooks.
Every bookshelf was empty. All of the storybooks had vanished.
"No, no, no, no!" Henry cried out in frustration. "This was my only chance at saving her."
Collapsing on the ground, he buried his head into his knees. He had hoped that one of these books wouldn't be empty, that one would hold the key to saving her. Now his last hope was gone. Maybe Emma was too far gone to save.
A loud crack caught his attention. He jerked his head up, looking for the source of the noise. In front of him sat a very old leather bound book. The gold title was faded. It seemed to be bound together by a thin piece of string that would snap at any moment.
He ran his fingers over the familiar words 'Storybook'. Carefully, he opened the book and began to read.