AUTHORS NOTE: Never fear, I have no plans to abandon my other stories, just a severe case of writers block, an extremely busy schedule, and a jacked up internet connection.
She had moved on. It was well past time to. She had clung to the very little hope she had left, and she had searched for the author of the book, poured herself into the mission, gave it everything she had, and she had very nearly lost herself in the process. But she had to keep it together, if not for herself, then for Henry. So she moved on. The author of the book was most likely dead, or at least never to be seen again. She made a life for herself. She took over the position of mayor from a very grateful Snow White, and when the situation arose, she took down villains threatening her town before they even had a chance to realize that they threatened the town in the first place. She was content with her life.
Essentially, the town was just like any other town. If they wanted something big to be done, they ran it by the mayor, who only shot the idea down if it was extremely stupid (which does happen occasionally with the Charmings). When Belle wanted to renovate the library, she okayed it, even provided funding. When the pirate wanted to start a charter boat service, she agreed to let him, if he passed all the safety inspections. When Aurora wanted to open a day care center, she let her, and she also helped with the building permits, and oversaw construction on the project. But when the Charmings and Belle found a way to get rid of the curse on the town line, she put her foot down. It would not happen, she would not open herself—the town, she would not open the town up to the dangers of the outside world. Besides, Rumplestitleskin was out there, probably lurking in wait, with a few nasty tricks up his sleeve. No, it definitely couldn't happen.
Years passed. There were a whole bunch of weddings. Emma and Hook were first, the announcement of their first child soon following their nuptials. Henry was thrilled, he'd always wanted a little sibling. She had hoped he would find one in Rola—no, she wouldn't, couldn't think about that. Soon after the savior and the pirate came Ruby and Whale, then Ella and Thomas, and the wedding being planned right now was her very own son's. He had finally worked up the courage to ask out the hatter's daughter, say, five years ago, and with her, he had found his happy ending. With all the residents of town finding their true loves, magic was becoming much more common as they started to have "products of true love" so to speak.
Her very own product of true love turned fifteen about a month ago.