A/N: The story ends here. Thanks to all who read, reviewed and enjoyed this rollercoaster ride. I also wonder who noticed the Rumple quotes I used in the story. And I also hope I didn't confuse too many of you when Rumple's mind was shattered. Sorry if I did.

Chapter Twenty-six

"I am a Fire Elemental Mage?" Rumplestiltskin asked. He knew about elemental mages, but never had the pleasure of meeting one.

"Think about it," the woman in the purple robe said. "You do tend to use fire and used fire in your son's name."

"Yes, you're right," he said with a small smile.

"Well, that comes from your mother."

"From what I have heard, elemental mages are Light magic. I'm Dark magic."

"No, you were cursed with Dark magic," Astra said. "You have always been a Child of Light."

Rumplestiltskin looked at the white light enveloped around his hands while fire flickered around his fingers then the white light faded and he looked at the women.

"If I am a Fire Elemental Mage, what are you?"

"Let me ask you this," Jenna said. "During the coldest winters or the hottest summers, did we ever run out of fresh water?"

"No."

"That is because I am a Water Elemental Mage," she said while she held up her hand and a white light appeared while water swirled around her fingers.

"What about you?" he asked while looking at Astra.

"Did we ever run out of food or wood for the fire?" Astra asked and he gave her a blank look.

"No," he said, shaking his head.

"That is due to me being an Earth Elemental Mage," she said and he smiled.

"I am an Air Elemental Mage," the woman in the white robe said with a small bow. She wiggled her fingers as a soft wind blew his hair around his head and he giggled.

"Earth, wind, fire and water," Rumplestiltskin said as he ticked off the elements with his fingers then thought of something as he looked at the woman in the purple robe. "You are a Spirit Elemental Mage?"

"Yes," the woman in the purple robe said and he nodded his head.

"So, if I am a Fire Elemental Mage, does that mean I am still immortal?"

"Yes, though you can be killed by Dark magic," Jeanna said as he looked at the box, walked closer then picked up the red crystal. The light sparkled on the gold runes etched in the crystals and he placed the red crystal back in the box. "Are you alright?"

"Yes," he said with a nod of his head. "I'm just wondering if you're expecting me to stay. I…"

"We have no right to keep you from those that love you," the woman in the purple robe said and he gave her a slightly stunned look. "Besides, even though they would never admit it, you are needed."

"No, they don't need me."

"The new one does. Without you, he will go down the wrong path."

"The new one?" he mumbled then remembered Snow White's baby. "Are you talking about Snow White and Charming's baby?"

"Yes, he will need his mentor," she said with a nod of her head. He looked at Jeanna and Astra when they walked closer and hugged him. The other two women walked to him when he smiled and made a small bow.

"May I ask you your names?"

"I am Yvonnia and she is Zyphia," Yvonnia said then they hugged him and he smiled.

"It is time to go, Sweet One," Jeanna said and he nodded, closing his eyes. A golden light enveloped him then grew brighter and the women covered their eyes. After the golden light faded, the women smiled then vanished in a white light.

Gold's pawnshop

Rumplestiltskin grunted when someone grabbed him and he opened his eyes, seeing Belle holding him.

"Hello, Darling," he said with a small laugh and she gently poked his right shoulder.

"You have got to stop scaring me," she teased and he shrugged, rolling his eyes.

"Where did you go?" Neal asked.

"I'm not exactly sure," Rumplestiltskin said and Belle placed her hand against his chest. She felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest and he placed his hand on top of hers.

"Is it true that your curse is broken?" she asked.

"Yes," he said with a grin and lowered his head. "You're quite the kisser."

"Papa," Neal said then laughed and Belle blushed.

"What are you going to do now that you don't have magic?" Emma asked.

"Oh, I still have magic," Rumplestiltskin said as he flicked his right hand up and a white light shimmered around his hand.

"That looks like Light magic," Neal said.

"Yes, it is," he said with a small nod of his head. "I am a Fire Elemental Mage."

"What is that?" Emma asked.

"Well, I do know, to do most magic, you need to acknowledge for four elements," Belle said.

"You mean earth, wind, water and fire?"

"That's exactly what she means," Rumplestiltskin said. "There is also a fifth element…Spirit."

"How do you become an elemental mage?"

"It takes years of practice, but, in my case, I inherited the power from my mother."

"My grandmother was a Fire Mage?" Neal asked.

"Yes," Rumplestiltskin said, smiling.

"Then why don't I have magic?"

"It tends to skip generations," Rumplestiltskin said with a grin.

"Ah, that's not fair," Neal grumbled and Emma gently nudged him.

"Can we talk about this later?" Emma asked. "I'm starving and Granny said there'll be tons of food at the reception."

"If it is all the same to you….," Rumplestiltskin said as he looked at Belle and she felt his heart slamming against the palm of her hand. "Belle and I just want to go home."

"Why?" Neal asked and Emma glared at him. He thought for a few seconds then coughed and a blush moved over his cheeks. "Oh."

"Let's go," Emma said as she gently pulled on his arm and they left. The door closed behind them as Rumplestiltskin wrapped his arms around Belle and kissed her lips while holding her head in his hands.

Five months later

Granny's restaurant

Friends and family gathered for the naming ceremony of Mary Margaret and David's son and Rumplestiltskin and Belle sat at the table near the door. They had spent a two week honeymoon at his cabin in the woods and Belle was amazed on how gentle he was on their wedding night. They took their time learning what each other liked or didn't like and learned where each other was the most ticklish.

"We like to thank you all for coming," Mary Margaret said while she slowly rocked the baby and smiled. "Before we tell you the name, I would like to announce who will be our son's godmother and godfather."

"I bet Emma's the godmother," Leroy said and Ruby hushed him.

"You're right," Mary Margaret said and Emma smiled at her. "Now, we thought long and hard about who would be the right person to be our son's godfather."

"Who is it?" Archie asked and Mary Margaret carefully stood up and walked to Rumplestiltskin. He looked at her when his eyes widened and she smiled.

"No offense, but are you kidding?!" Granny asked.

"You can't let him do it," Leroy said.

"He'd eat the baby," someone said and Mary Margaret turned, glaring at them.

"Maybe you should have someone else do it, Dearie," Rumplestiltskin said, sinking down in the chair.

"No," Mary Margaret said while placing the baby in his arms and Rumplestiltskin looked down. The baby had black hair like his mother, but had eyes like his father and Rumplestiltskin smiled.

"It's been a long time since I held a baby," he whispered and gently rocked the baby. Henry had used his smart phone to take a picture as Rumplestiltskin adjusted his hold on the baby and the baby reached up, grabbing his nose. Belle noticed the startled look on his face when Rumplestiltskin rubbed his finger over the bridge of his nose and half closed his eyes.

"Are you alright?" Mary Margaret asked.

"What?" he asked as he opened his eyes and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine. I was just thinking about the time my son touched my nose when he was a baby."

He was slightly blushing as he gently rocked the baby and the baby wiggled in his arms until the baby found a comfortable spot, closing his eyes.

"He really likes you," Belle said as Rumplestiltskin looked at her and titled his head to one side.

"No accounting for taste," Granny whispered while Mary Margaret took the baby from Rumplestiltskin, walked back to the booth where Emma, Neal and David were sitting and sat down.

"Papa, what's a godfather?" Roland whispered while sitting on Robin's lap.

"It's a man who will raise a baby if something happens to their mama and papa," Robin said.

"So Mister Rumple would be the baby's papa, too?"

"Yes."

"He's a good papa," Roland said and Robin smiled, kissing the top of his son's head.

"Now it took a long time, but we are proud to introduce Oliver Robert Nolan," Mary Margaret said and they raised their glasses in a toast to Little Oliver. A few minutes later cake was served and Rumplestiltskin looked at Neal holding Little Oliver. Rumplestiltskin had felt a tingle of magical power coming from Little Oliver while he held him and he wondered what sort of power the little prince had inside him.

"Hi, Mister Rumple," Roland said as he looked at the little boy and Roland had cake crumbs down the front of his blue t-shirt with a cartoon pirate boy on the front.

"Hello, Roland," he said, smiling.

"Papa said you'll be the baby's papa if something happens to Lady Mary and Mister David."

Robin had explained that Roland couldn't call Mary Margaret and David "Snow White" and "Charming" anymore and Rumplestiltskin softly smiled.

"Yes," Rumplestiltskin said as he placed Roland on his lap and Roland leaned back against him. "But I'm sure nothing will happen to them."

"I hope not. It's no fun being without a mama," he said then sighed. Rumplestiltskin looked around when he noticed that Regina wasn't there and pressed his lips together.

"Where is Regina?"

"Papa said she went to the hospital," Roland said and Rumplestiltskin frowned.

"Is she alright?"

"Yeah, Papa said she went there to see someone," Roland said and Rumplestiltskin wondered what was going on as he blinked his eyes a few times then smiled at Roland.

Storybroooke General Hospital

Regina walked down the hallway while heading for the door which read STAFF ONLY and she looked to see if anyone was around. Pushing the buttons on the pad near the door, she waited until the door clicked open when she opened the door some more and the door closed behind her. She walked down the stairs when she walked to the desk and the nurse looked up at her.

"Hello," Regina said.

"Hello, Mayor Mills," the nurse said.

"How is the patient today?"

"The same," the nurse said and Regina nodded her head. Walking down the hallway, she placed her hands behind her back when she stopped at a metal door and slid the small, metal screen back. Inside the stone room was a bed near a window and sitting on the bed was Zelena. She has her legs curled up with her arms wrapped around her knees and she looked straight ahead.

When Regina asked the Keeper of the Witching Well to return her and the others to Storybrooke, she had the Keeper destroy Zelena's mind and Regina placed her in the basement of the hospital.

"Excuse me," an intern said while Regina stood back and the intern opened the metal door, going inside. The door closed as she looked into the room and watched the intern softly talked to Zelena while using leather straps to secure her to the bed. She watched the intern feeding Zelena when a small smile spread across her lips and Regina turned on her heels, walking down the hallway.

Gold's Victorian house

The bedroom was quiet while Belle snuggled next to Rumplestiltskin and placed her head on the center of his chest. He softly breathed in her ear while she moved her fingers over his stomach and a cool shiver moved through him. She listened to his heart beating faster when she kissed his chest and he wrapped his arm around her.

"That feels nice, Darling," he sighed while she looked up at him and could just see the serious look on his face.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked as he looked at her then brushed some hair out of his eyes.

"What?" he asked then half closed his eyes. "No, nothing's wrong. It's just it feels odd. I mean not having HIM in my head."

Belle thought for a few seconds as his heart thumped gently in her ear then she realized who he was talking about and moved her fingers over his bare shoulder.

"Well, he was a big part of your life for over three hundred years."

"Yes, he was. The funny thing is, when I was coming to in my shop, I heard him telling me good-bye," he said then sighed. "He said we were friends. Not his master or puppet, but his friend."

"Henry did tell me he was real and that means he has never had anyone treat him like anything, but a tool. You protected him, kept him safe…"

"Yes, I did a great job of protecting him from Zelena," he growled.

"Forget about her," Belle said, moving her hand down and gently rubbed his chest. "What I mean is he knew you were his friend and also knew it was time to go."

"I guess," he sighed then looked at the ceiling. "I was also thinking about how all of this came to be because you told me about your encounter with Regina. You could have said nothing and kissed me."

"You mean I should have seduced you?" she asked then frowned.

"Well, I wasn't sure back then just how much you loved me. Who could ever love a beast?"

"You were never that."

"Oh, I was. At least, at the time, I thought I was."

"I told you I knew you were a man. How would I know that if all I saw was a beast or a monster?"

"It's easy," he sighed and she heard the hard thumping of his heart. Carefully climbing on top of him, she slid her hands under his shoulders and supported herself on her elbows.

"Don't you dare," she said and could just see the stunned look on his face. "You are not a monster, a beast, a coward or an unwanted child. You are my wonderful husband…faults and all."

"Oh, I know that, Darling. I knew it the day you took my heart and held it in your hands like it was the most fragile thing in all of creation. What I mean is it was easy back then to think I was a coward, a monster and a beast."

"So you would have wanted me to seduce you?" she teased and his eyes widened.

"Oh no, that would have made me furious. In fact, I can imagine what it would have been like if you had and I found out Regina had put you up to it," he said and folded his arms around her.

"It would have been that bad?" she asked and he sighed, looking at the ceiling.

"It would have been a nightmare," he whispered then looked at her. "Our story would have been completely different."

"Then I'm glad I told you," she said and gently kissed his lips. With a smile, he moved the bedding over them while the soft breeze from the open window moved the lace curtains and wisps of clouds moved across the silver of the moon.