Hello! So, here I am, ready with a new hopefully alright story. I was distressed when I saw a lack of OUAT and Anime/Manga crossovers, so I decided to make one, crossed over with my all time favorite. Enjoy!

A storm was in the air in Storybrooke. At first, a lot of people didn't realize it. But the magic users did, and they all headed to their homes. But of course, something had gone awry.

"Have you seen Henry?" Emma asked Regina, glancing up at the ever-darkening sky. As if on cue, the wind picked up from moderate shivers in the atmosphere to violent gusts. By now, even the ones without magic had noticed this.

Regina stood up suddenly, concern on her face, and headed to the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Henry and Violet left a little while earlier for a picnic in the woods. We have to get them back before anything happens."

"Then I'm coming too."

The two mothers resolutely walked out, their purpose solidly in mind.

"It's getting really windy, Henry." Violet watched dead leaves swirl around her.

"Let's cancel the picnic, I bet my mom's are worried by now." He turned back towards Storybrooke, but something caught his eye. He ran off in the opposite direction, inciting more concern from Violet.

"Henry!" She picked up her skirts and ran off after him. He didn't stop running at her voice, he just continued his path.

Skidding to a stop by a deep ditch, he slid down carefully, and stopped.

A boy was lying unconscious, or dead.

"Violet, I need your help!" She slid down too, and looked at the boy. "How..."

"It doesn't matter, we just need to get him out of here." And with that, he grabbed one of the boy's arms and motioned for Violet to do the same.

Slowly, they dragged him out of the ditch and headed back in the direction of the town. But the winds had gotten even more angry, little drops of water were beginning to sprinkle now too.

"Henry, we're not going to get back in time."

"We still have to try."

But, running towards both of them, were Emma and Regina. They both relaxed when they saw Henry and Violet.

"Henry! Thank God you're okay!" Emma picked up the speed of her running.

"We can talk later, we need to get this boy back to town!"

And with the appearance of both the stronger adults, they skidded into the house just as it really began pouring.

The two women sighed in relief, and clustered around Henry. But Henry was only looking at the boy.

His hair appeared to be tinged a gray-blue, and his body was thin and small.

But most prominent of all his characteristics was the eye-patch.