Hello, sorry... This is just a random idea I had, please give it a chance. This would take place after The Broken Kingdom... So yeah! Hope you like it, it's just the introduction.
My mother is the dark one, Henry thought, she's the godamned dark one. Henry paced through his room, while he heard Regina talking downstairs with his grandparents. Nothing good had happened since they returned from Camelot, he didn't even remember for that matter. The only good thing he could think of was Violet, but he was definitely not worried for having a crush while his mother was the godamned dark one. He knew no more. But of course, his mother being the dark one, couldn't be that bad, it seemed exciting, like a new adventure where he would get a chance to be a hero, after all that's all he had wanted, right?
But not right now, no, no, he wasn't thinking about being a hero, no, he wanted his mother back, that's it. Henry took out his book. 'Once upon a time', it gave him hope, all those happy endings... He dug in his pocket and found the broke author's pen. If only he hadn't. Such an idiot. He groaned and kicked the floor.
And what was he supposed to do? His mother was the one who gave everyone happy endings, not him, not his otehr mom, not his grandma, not his grandpa, Emma.
He needed to clear his mind, so he took the book, grabbed his packpack and rushed downstairs, not a great idea.
"Regina, no! It's my daughter we're talking about!" Henry heard his grandmother complain. "We need to focus on getting the darkness out of her, not on killing her!"
"Well, she's destroying us," Regina clenched her jaw. "But, fine."
Henry rolled his eyes, and walked over to them, knocking on the door softly as Snow was going to complain again, raising her finger. "Hi," he whispered.
"Henry," Charming turned first to him, and quickly fixed a smile to him before Snow could say a word. "Hello, everything good? Need help? Are you hungry?"
"No," Henry shook his head. "I- I just... will go to the Comic book store and for a walk, if that's fine?"
Regina sighed and nodded, walking over to his son, patting his shoulder. "Sure, but be safe, Henry, and here," she handed him some money and then messed up his hair as Henry flashed her a rather sad smile.
Henry quickly adventured down Storybrooke, every single store reminded him of his mother, everything, he had spent at least 10 minutes in each place with her. And now, he wass trying not to find her. What wass he supposed to do? He needed to figure out something, somehow, he couldn't just expect the adults to have an answer, right?
He walked past the bakery, and he stopped immeaditely. The bakery was the only place where he hadn't spent time with Emma, he glanced over at it and saw the bakers. There were three of them, a family. Ector, one big old man with red hair, his oldest son Kay and his younger son, he thought that guy was his son as well, Wart. Well, that's how they called him. It wasn't exactly the best family, they were very odd in fact. The old man had had incidents, he was sure his son Kay was the best that had ever stepped in Storybrooke, he believed that Kay was the true saviour and Emma was just an impostor.
'Wart' was rather quiet, he was in his early 20's and was always lost in his mind. Wart, unlike his tall blond and big, (kind of fat), dumb brother, had brown hair, was short and was really smart, and Henry had heard girls calling him handsome, but for some odd reason he said he didn't pay attention to any of them, he always had his sight somewhere else, as if he was expecting for someone all the time.
Wart was right now at the counter, pinching the bridge of his nose, as he heard Ector and Kay fighting in the back with the utensils and throwing flour at each other. Henry walked in, startling Wrat.
"Henry! Hi! Er... sorry, er... For..." Wart started as Ector yelled. "For that," he chuckled. "What can I help you with?"
Henry smiled and looked at the bread. "Hm, what could you help me with? Do you know someone who can take the darkness out of my mother?" Henry asked sarcastically as he looked at the bread, and snickered as he heard Ector and Kay.
"Well... I used to," Wart answered, and sighed looking down.
Henry chuckled. "What?" He looked up confused.
"I used to," Wart repeated.
"What do you mean?" Henry asked again, Wart bit his lip and glanced back.
"Do you have time?" Wart bit his bottom lip. Henry stood there raising an eye brow, confused, he had no times for jokes. "Look, my shift ends in about 10 minutes... THen we can go to Granny's and I'll tell you about it, okay?"
Though Henry hesitated, he sat down, waiting.
Belle found herself pacing around the library, she hadn't found Rumple yet, so she was looking through the library for answers, of course, it was the only way, right now. What was she supposed to even look for? She had no magic, and the people who did have were too busy to even care about Rumple. Belle glanced over at the Rose, he was alive.
He was alive. And of course her first suspicion was Emma, she had probably kidnapped him, for one of her now Dark evil plans. Belle looked through the books, she kept looking for an annswer for a question she didn't even have. She kept walking around the library, until she heard the bell ring, she looked up, it was Hook. Hook looked as stressed as she was.
"'Ello," Hook sighed as he walked over to Belle, whose eyes' were as red as his, he shook his head. "I think we should form a club." Belle looked at him skeptically, expecting a much wider explanation, and not just a random comment. "Lovers of the dark one," Hook finished, cackling dryly, before glancing at the rose. "Oh, the crocodile's alive?"
Belle nodded.
"But he's nowhere to be seen," she bit her lip and watched the Rose. "I think Emma kidnapped him."
"Aye...Woudn't doubt it, but being honest, I don't know what she's up to," he frowned. "I just want to focus on getting the darkness out of her, and I think there must be a book about Merlin that could help me with that here."
"Oh, er, sure," Belle nodded, and looked for the books, now she had a question, and she was looking for an answer, at least she could clear her mind for a bit. She started taking out every single book that talked about Merlin.
Henry and Wart walked into Granny's, some of the dwarves were on the counter, so Henry and Wart headed to a table, Red quickly walked over to Wart with a smirk. She quickly cleaned the table. "Hello, Warty!" The guy simply smiled at her and waved his hand, she bit her lip and took their order, not exactly conformed with the young guy's response.
Henry raised a brow and waited for Wart to speak, but he seemed too busy staring at the window. "So?" Henry asked desperate.
"Well," Wart ran a hand through his hair. "You know Merlin, don't you?"
"Of course, Wart" Henry answered, as matter of fact. "Well... not personally but I mean, I've heard about him."
Wart chuckled. "First of all, Wart's not my name," Wart stated, as he glanced around. "My name's Arthur."
"Like the king?" Henry asked, not believing him.
"You see Henry, I was the king."
Henry suddenly felt even more confused. "What?" Henry chuckled, as Red brought their drinks. "No, no, that's impossible."
"I'm telling the truth, this guy wasn't the guy in the prophecy...Someone, the person I used to know changed my destiny," Henry sighed. "I know it sounds like I'm lying, because she cursed me, I..."
"Who's her?" Henry asked.
"Her name's Helina," Arthur-Wart answered. "She's Merlin's daughter."
