Henry sat at his window as he looked out the window. He couldn't believe him mom was the new dark one. She was the savior! She was the hero! The only time villains won was when the story was changed. So how could his mom not win? He looked at the clock tower and smiled sadly. He could still remember when time began to move. It was after Emma had arrived in town. As he watched the clock's hands move he had been filled with hope. Hope for a better life. Hope for a broken curse. But now all he felt was hopeless. He wasn't so sure he had the heart of the truest believer anymore. For he no longer believed that they could win.
It had been a week since his mom had disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. They had not found Merlin but they had found an old journal of his. According to the journal only the child of the first dark one and the child of the current dark one could banish the darkness. Only Henry and some unknown person could save his mom. His Emma.
But so far no information could be found on the first dark one. But whoever it was they had known Merlin. But who could that be? He had no idea and as time went by he grew more and more hopeless. Would they ever figure it out? Would he ever see Emma again? He wasn't sure and that blind faith he once had had all but disappeared.
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Snow sat at the kitchen island while Charming changed Neal. She didn't know what to think anymore. She didn't even know where her daughter was. Was she safe? Was she happy? Was she even alive? She had no idea. She just wished they had more to go on to help Emma. But as it stood Henry was the only one that could save them. But she didn't think that was fair. He had gone from nearly losing one mom to losing a father to losing another mother. It just wasn't fair.
She looked over at the kettle and sighed. She could just hear her darling girl asking for hot chocolate with cinnamon on top. It was one of the things she shared with her little girl. One of the things they had in common. But ever since Emma sacrificed herself Snow hadn't touched the kettle. She hadn't felt like having any hot chocolate. She barely felt like doing anything. But she had to do something. She was Snow White. She couldn't just do nothing. But what could she do?
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Killian stood on his ship as he stared out at the gentle waves of the sea. The sight used to calm him. It reminded him of his gentle Milah. He could always find peace in his ship at sea. But now. No now was different. All he could think about was Emma. His Emma. He loved her more than he had loved Milah. And she loved him to. She had finally told him so as the darkness surrounded her. And he hated it. It seemed that when he finally got what he wanted it was cruelly taken from him. She was his rock. She was the one thing that kept him sane. That kept him good.
But she was gone and now her son. Her and Bae's sweet and brave boy had to find some unknown person. And those two together could save Emma. But he vowed to do what he had failed with Bae. He vowed to protect and help Henry. Emma's son. Bae's son. He wouldn't fail. Not this time. Not again.
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Regina sat in her office with the dagger in her hands. That damn dagger that was inscribed with the once savior's name on it. Emma Swan. She could remember very clearly when Snow picked the dagger up and handed it to her. Snow had said that she trusted her. She trusted her as a daughter trusts their mother. They may not be as close as they would've been but they were close. And oddly enough Regina liked that. She liked being a mother to her step-daughter. But now she held the power to control Snow's daughter. The power to control her own step-granddaughter. A few years ago or even a few months ago Regina would've loved having such power. But now. Now all she could think about was the fact that not only had Emma sacrificed her happiness for Regina but that Snow trusted her with her daughter's life.
So much had changed in so little time. And yet when she thought back to it. Things had begun to change the moment she held Henry in her arms.
She sighed when she thought of her little boy. He had been through so much. He was so brave. And once again he lost someone he cared about. Someone he loved.
She was simply greatful that she had Robin to help them both get through it. Maybe Snow and Charming were right. Maybe hope was possible.
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Charming watched as his son rolled into his tummy after he was changed and cleaned up. He loved to watch his little boy play happily. He was so carefree. So happy. So free. Oftentimes when he watched little Neal play he thought about Emma. Was she as active as her brother was? Did she get diaper rashes as easily as Neal did? Was she a cuddler? Those were all questions and others that he would think and wonder about. But usually it didn't hurt all that much as he knew he would see her everyday. He hadn't seen her grow up but he did get to watch her as an adult. To watch as she grew more. As she fell in love.
But now. Now she was gone. They had no idea where she had gone off to. As he watched his son he sighed. What if she never returned? What if she was lost to them forever? What if they couldn't save her? Henry was just a child. And the other person was an unknown person. An unreliable variable.
(this takes place a week after the season 4 finale. This will be a large fic but I cannot promise how often updates will be as I have other stories that I'm updating right now. Please please please read and review! OUPAT is owned by ABC. I simply play in the incredible world.)