This is the story of how I died. Oh don't worry, it's a very fun story. One with heroes and villains, a curse and a wedding, and (most importantly) a beautiful princess and her devilishly handsome pirate. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My apologies. Allow me to return to the beginning of this thrilling tale.

It all began, as many of the debacles of my abnormally long life have, with the cowardly imp Rumplestiltskin. He managed to convince himself that the best way to achieve his Happy Ending would be to live it out in a false reality in which bravery and heroism were handed to him on a silver platter. Although obtaining a happy ending in this way might seem impossible to some, he was able to do so with the help of Isaac, the Author.

There have been several individuals to hold the title of Author throughout the centuries. It was a sacred station which required its occupant to record the important events of the many realms that exist in our universe. They did so by using a magic quill of great power; whatever was written using the quill would inevitably come to pass.

However, the power of the quill became too much for Isaac. He used it to create a new reality - a reality in which villains like himself and Rumplestiltskin received their happy endings and where heroes were condemned to suffer without love forever. And that is where our story begins.