Alright, so I think my plan for posting I'm gonna try for is every 3 days. I might mess up every once in a while, but I'll try my best. Anyway, R&R, I don't own Once, and some other third thing. Enjoy!

"What do you want me to teach you?" Gold asked.

"Tell me about the quill, why did it glow when I touched it?" Henry knew what it meant when it glowed thanks to the voice, but he wanted to know what his grandfather was willing to tell him.

Meanwhile, Mr. Gold was in his own head, considering his next actions very carefully. He didn't know whether or not he should just flat out tell the boy he was the Author, but on the other hand, his mothers were out of town and wouldn't be able to influence him.

"Henry, what all have you discovered about the Author?" Gold questioned, testing his boundaries.

"Next to nothing. I know he exist and wrote the storybook, that's about it." Henry was also testing his boundaries. Making sure not to let on that he knew he was the Author, he just didn't know quite how he knew. He needed to dig deeper seeing as how the quill wasn't offering any answers.

"Well, the Author not only records history, but can manipulate it. All of time and space were at his command. He could make anything happen, so long as he had his pen, and some ink. Not just any ink, but special ink made by the Sorcerer. This ink could could be created from any powerful magical liquid. Your other grandparents bottled true love would work if it hadn't all been used up. another way would be very powerful blood, blood of a savior could work, but only if used properly. Only extremes make the ink, extreme love, or extreme hatred. The Author is dead now, so I don't suppose I can do anything, except for the fact that a new Author has been chosen. Do you want to know who that new Author is Henry? Or, I suppose, you most likely already figured it out in that clever head of yours"

"Me." Henry replied with fake shock.

"Yes, now do you see why I must turn your mother dark. So you can change the story."

"Why do you need the story changed? How does this benefit you?" This question the boy didn't know the answer too.

"Of course you're mother wouldn't tell you. Henry, Rumplestiltskin is dying. When Rumplestiltskin dies, only the Dark One will remain. That is too dangerous to be allowed to happen. The Darkness would have total reign to do whatever it wants, using my face."

"And what about my mom? She'll end up dark. I'll lose her."

"No you won't. Don't you see? As the Author, you can give everyone their happy ending. Even yourself."

"But, I-" but before he could respond, the voices started shouting again. All Authors ever clammering at him to write his own, and by extension, theirs, happy ending. Selfish thoughts that the son of the Savior never would have thought on his own. But in all these voices, there were two that stood out. A somewhat familiar voice that seemed louder than the others, pushing him even more than the others. And a bright force, cautioning him. "Only for good, and never selfish." It said to him. Almost as if trying to lead him down a brighter path than the other voices would have lead him. And through this voice, he almost found strength, if it weren't for other voice. It screamed louder, and louder, and louder, and LOUDER. Henry was quickly overwhelmed, and the voice took it opportunity.

"Grandpa, I'll rewrite the story for you. And help you turn mom dark so we can do it." These words, forced out of his mouth, bringing him internal agony. Part of him hoped that his grandfather would notice something off and do something, and the other part relished in the selfish thought of having everything he ever wanted. The light and dark raging war inside him as the loudest voice forced control and found comfort with the darker side. And with only one voice choosing unselfish side, the war was quickly decided. Isaac Heller knew this, and was pleased with the thought, the boy was his, as was everything he'd ever wanted. "And the best part?" The voice mused, "The boy won't be fired because he won't be writing his happy ending. No, he will be writing mine."