Prologue
Remmy Watson brushed her legs off as got up from the forest's floor. She looked back and the well that had opened up and brought her here. She was finally ready. She looked around Storybrook's wooded area. She didn't know where to even start. She had been eluding The Dark One for decades as she worked on strengthening her powers. She was nervous. She had finally figured out the way to get the Dark One to give up his dagger. She would finally be able to stop anyone from controlling him for their own evil purposes. It was her destiny. Her father gave up his life so that she could complete her mission. All of the sacrifices she made for the greater good would finally pay off. Then, maybe, she could have some semblance of the life she always wanted.
She knew that Rumplestilskin had changed from the man she used to know. He was seemingly less dark than he used to be. She imagined that reconnecting with Baelfire and finally being with the love of his life had softened him. She felt her heart sadden a bit at the thought of Bae. She reminded herself that regardless of what had changed in him, he was still the most dangerous of all realms and she had to be careful.
She wished she had been strong enough to come face to face with The Dark One sooner. She thought about all of the things she could have prevented in this town, all of the angst she could have saved those that she cared about. She was interested in meeting The Savior. She suspected that they would have a kinship. She would understand her sacrifices.
She headed towards town in search of those she knew and loved, mentally preparing for the task at hand. She had to be successful. She finally had the right motivation. She was hoping that convincing Rumplestilskin to hand over his dagger would be a more attainable task when the reward was bringing Baelfire back.