~Emma's POV~

Henry Swan. The dagger simply screamed his name.
My son was the new Dark One.
I couldn't believe it. The little ten year old kid I found at my apartment door five years ago had become the most powerful dark arts master in the world.
As I kneeled on the forest floor sobbing, I covered my face in anger.
He did it for me. I was in danger, and he took the fall for me.
I used to be the Dark One, but I had been trying to fight the darkness for a while.
I knew he wouldn't accept the dark, but he was gone. I knew where he had went.
The Enchanted Forest.
I had been teleported there when I became the Dark One.
Rumplestiltskin had guided me to embracing my inner darkness...I didn't trust him with my son.
We were technically related, because of Neal, but I still didn't trust the guy. He was just plain sketchy, always switching sides. One minute he's good, next, he's turning against us, yet again.
I pushed myself up reluctantly.
I had to be strong.
What could he be doing at this moment?
I slid back down into my tears. I sobbed and sobbed.
After what could've been a few hours, I heard footsteps behind me.
I turned around. I was a mess of tears, loneliness, and fear. I was shaking as I stood up.
"Emma!" My mom shouted.
"What happened?!" My father looked around protectively, to guard me.
"He's...He's gone..." I said through my tears and between shuddering breaths.
"Who? Emma, who's gone?!" He looked into my eyes, and suddenly I couldn't hold it in.
I flung myself into his caring arms, and he cradled my head slowly. I tore myself from his embrace, and I told him: "Henry...He's the Dark One..."
~Henry's POV~
I woke up in a strange place.
It was a large room, made of some kind of black stone.
I tried and failed to stand up. I was chained to a giant black stone throne.
My eyes widened. I strained against the locks around my wrists.
"Welcome, Henry Swan..." A voice echoed across the room.
"Who are you? How do you know me?! Show yourself!" I tried to act brave, like my mom would want me to do.
My mom...
What happened to her? She was still in the forest heading out of Storybrooke.
But I had other things to worry about. There was someone there.
"I am Kamir, the Heir of the Dark. Well, the old Heir of the Dark. And you, my friend, are the new one," the voice replied calmly.
A wave of confusion and shock swept over me. The Heir of the Dark? What was that? I let my confidence go as I stumbled through another reply.
"W-what? What's an Heir of the Dark? What does this mean?"
"Ahhh..Henry...You are the son of a previous Dark One...you have more power than any Dark One that has ever set foot in this world. Plus, you're the Author, which gives you rights to control what happens to you...You are young, but you are powerful. Consider yourself lucky," he said.
He stepped out from behind a large stone pillar.
He was tall and lanky, with grey hair. He had eyes with a glint that told you he was up to something.
He made me nervous.
Whatever were to happen to me, I would do it for my mom. If this man killed me, it would be in her name.
I couldn't let the darkness overpower me. I had seen what happens to power hungry Dark Ones.
Rumplestiltskin, Hook, and even my mom.
"I won't let the darkness take me!"
"Henry...powerful, but oblivious...look down, it is already spreading," he said sneakily.
I looked down at my feet.
Sure enough, there was black smoke surrounding them. As I moved them, the smoke cleared, and they were black and white.
I sucked in a breath. How was this happening? I finally understood what my mom felt when she was fighting the darkness. I was stuck there, and I couldn't get out. The darkness seethed and surrounded my ankles by now, spreading faster.

"Good luck!" Kamir waved, and vanished into thin air.

I was stuck.

I struggled against the shackles holding me to the throne. I couldn't believe it. I had become the Dark One.

I was the youngest of all of them, yet even more powerful.

I suddenly felt a searing pain running up my leg. I closed my eyes in pain, and beads of sweat formed on my forehead.

I shut my eyes tight, and when I finally built up the strength to open them, I looked down to see my legs in black and white. Just like an old movie, they had no color.

But I had a thought. I had powers. What if I could send my mom a message for help?

I closed my eyes. I tried my best to be calm. I thought about Storybrooke. I thought about growing up there and all of my memories with my family.

And suddenly I was transported there, and I was right at the door of our apartment. I opened it slowly, only to find my family sitting in the kitchen looking extremely worried. My mom wasn't there.

David, my grandfather, looked up, saw me, and pulled me into a hug. "What happened?" he asked.

"Where's my mom?"

"She's upstairs." He smiled and let me go. The rest of my family saw me and tried to hug me, but I had to get to my mom to tell her. Nothing ever came easy for our family. It shouldn't have been so easy to leave the chambers. There was some kind of catch. I charged up the stairs to see my mom laying in her bed sobbing. She heard my footsteps and turned around, her eyes bloodshot, her nose running, her hair messed up. She looked so different. A lot could happen in...how long was I there?

"Mom?"

"H-Henry?"

I walked over to her. She immediately got up to hug me. I felt warm in her embrace.

"Mom, I probably can't be here for long. I'm probably not even really here. I'm the Dark One now, and..." I told her the whole story. She looked down at my legs in black and white, already affected by the darkness. "That's never happened before. Does it hurt or anything? What does it feel like?"

I suddenly felt strange. I looked at my hands, which were fading and disappearing. My mind flickered back to the chamber. "Mom...I've got to go...I love you..." I said as I went back to the dreary throne in the dark chambers. I sighed in boredom, and slumped back into the throne. Wait. I looked at my wrists, and they weren't bound to the arms of the great chair. I tried to stand up, but somehow my legs wouldn't cooperate. I dropped back down into the throne as another pain filled my lower torso. It shot through me like fire, but just as fast as it came, it left me. I knew what was happening.

I stated down at my stomach turning black and white. I had become darker.