Chapter 1: All Magic Comes With A Price
~ The Wish Realm ~
Rumple had traveled many realms in search of The Guardian Of The Dark One Dagger until he heard of a dark coven within the dark mountains know as the gathering of shadows; A group of witches corrupted by pure darkness and Rumple reluctantly ventured to their lair and was shocked when his dark one form became visible,
"Fellow Creature Of Darkness Be Not Afraid. Your True Form Is Welcome Here" Multiple voices said at once and a now scaled Rumplestiltskin saw the many witches in ebony dresses that surrounded him,
"Rumplestiltskin. The Dark One. Wielder Of The Eternal Darkness. Hail. Hail Rumplestiltskin" The witches chanted in sync but Rumple looked at them desperately,
"Please. I seek the one whom might take this burden from me so that I may be reunited with the woman I love" Rumple begged and a witch stepped forward,
"We Worship The Darkness, The Shadows And All Forms Of Evil. There is none among us whom would commit such treason as to release someone from the ambrosia such as yours" The high witch spoke with her fully black eyes glaring at him but Rumple looked at her firmly,
"Then I demand you tell me of the one who will" he ordered causing the witch to look reluctant for a long moment before turning and approached a golden basin which soon burst into flames and the witch held her hand into the flames, feeling no pain or fear, closing her eyes in bliss,
"The One You Seek Is Not Of This World. You Will Search Generations To Find The One You Seek" she whispered,
"But Who? Who is it?" Rumple demanded desperately,
"The Is A Prophecy... The Prophecy Of The Guardian" She murmured and her fellow witches raised their arms and heads to the heavens,
"The Guardian. Hail The One Destined To Absorb The Eternal Darkness" They chanted causing Rumple to look at them all before turning back to the high witch,
"What is the prophecy?" Rumple asked hesitantly,
"The Guardian Is One Whom Holds A Heart Pure Within Them. This Is What Makes Them The Perfect Host To Control The Darkness Without Fear Of Destruction... You Shall Be Free... But There Shall Be A Price" The witch began,
"There Shall Be A Price For All Magic Come With A Price" the other witches whispered as the high witch opened her eyes to look at Rumple,
"The Guardian Shall Absorb All Magic, Taking Away Your Burden. Your Blood Shall Become The Guardian's Blood... Your Wish For Freedom Shall Be Granted... However, The Guardian's Heart Will Break And They Shall Become Darkness Itself Which Shall Spread Across The Realms And We Shall Bask In It's Bliss" She said with a bright smile but Rumple frowned,
"So... If the guardian frees me... Then they will die with me" he murmured,
"The Guardian Must Die. Hail The Guardian. Hail Rumplestiltskin" The witches chanted over and over again as Rumple looked around at them with uncertainty before looking down at the twisted dagger within his scaled hand.
~ The Real World ~
Weaver was looking through his files of potential people whom could be the dark one and he sighed, knowing that in order to be finally reunited with Belle... The unfortunate person whom was destined to become the guardian would also die with him; Weaver's thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked on the evidence locker door and a young brunette popped her head in with a smile,
"Morning, Weaver. Sorry for the interruption. Just filing away some evidence" The woman explained before approaching one of the shelves, placing an evidence bag away and signed it in as Weaver put his files away,
"Morning, Isabelle" he greeted with a troubled smile which she soon noticed,
"Everything Ok, Weaver?" she asked gently and he sighed, standing,
"Just tired. Lots of Cases and only one me" he explained before grabbing his mobile after feeling it buzz within his pocket and sighed as he looked at the screen,
"Duty calls. Don't work too hard" he told her before leaving and she smiled,
"Same to you" she called after him before finishing signing in the evidence and she went to leave when she heard a bump come from behind her and she turned to see a rectangular box laying on the floor beneath one of the cabinets,
"Hmmm... That's strange. Must have fallen out" she mumbled to herself before walking over to it and picked it up and it was as if time slowed down and she heard incoherent whispers within her mind as she slowly opened the box to find a twisted dagger sitting within and she hesitantly brushed her fingers against the blade before shaking her head quickly, bringing herself back to reality as she closed the box and put it back in the cabinet, closing the door before leaving the evidence locker.
It was some hours later that Weaver And Rodgers were returning from a crime scene involving a bank robbery and they entered the police station,
"We need to work on your observation skills" Weaver said with a teasing manner, ruffling his hair and Rodgers shoved him away as they shared banter,
"I'll have you know that my observation skills are just fine, old man. No one is more observant than me" Rogers said certainly before turning and crashed right into Isabelle, his coffee cup spilling all over her shirt and she shook the coffee off some files she had been carrying,
"Always a pleasure to see you, Rodgers" she greeted firmly before handing the damp file to Weaver,
"The file you wanted on the Gardener Case" she said before walking away and Weaver snickered, patting Rodger's shoulder with his free hand,
"Nice moves, Mr Observation Skills" he teased before heading off into his office and Rodgers sighed, heading after Isabelle whom was in the staff room cleaning coffee off her blouse as best she could with a sponge,
"Hey, Love... I'm really sorry about that" he bid, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck,
"A week ago it was Chinese food, two days ago it was a cinnabon and today... Coffee" she reminded him in frustration,
"Anyone would think you're trying to make sure I'm eating, Rogers" she teased, rolling her eyes and Rodgers offered an innocent smile,
"Well... I could do that if you would agree to join me for dinner tonight... So that I might apologize properly" he said with a charming innocence and Isabelle looked at him with surprise as she smiled,
"Are you asking me out on a date, Rogers?" she teased and he jokingly gave a pleading pout and she giggled, rolling her eyes,
"I'd love too... As long as it doesn't involve Chinese food, Cinnabons or coffee" she teased before heading off to the locker room to change her blouse and Rogers called after her,
"You won't regret it!" he called after her,
"I better not!" she called back to him before entering the locker room and Rodgers punched the air in victory.
It Looks Like Isabelle Is Destined To Become The Guardian But Can Rumple Go Through With It?
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