"It's kind of eerie, isn't it?" Artie looked at Balefire as they made their way down an empty, random corridor.

"I suppose so." Baelfire looked around at the empty, dark hallway.

Artie gave the other man a moment before he was already over the small talk, "Why did you ask me to partner with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You asked me to partner with you… Why?"

"Because I see myself in you."

Artie raised a brow, "You see me in you? Dude, we're completely different."

"Yes, but you've become like a little brother to Emma. Even more so than Chip though the both of them may never know that."

"Okay…?" Artie knit his brows and looked at the other man.

Bae rolled his eyes, "I've been noticing things about the contenders, taking comparisons into account. You and—you're like me and Regina. You're the brother. You're always going to protect her, you're going to tease her, and you're going to love her unconditionally because… you just are."

They kept walking as Bae continued, "Chip is like Graham. He's quiet most of the time but when he speaks, it's always with purpose, and it's usually with surprisingly sound logic. Graham thinks of himself as Regina's protector, though he's never stated that fact aloud, it's easy to see. I assume the same goes for Chip?"

"Yeah… Dude, that's kind of cool."

"That's not all." Bae gave the Prince a smirk, "Arely."

"You mean, Hook."

Bae chuckled, "Yes. They boast of conquests and ooze sex and sex appeal. Arely is still in the stage of actually needing to conquer every pretty woman he sees, but soon that will change. He will fall in love, and that love might fail in some way. For Hook, she was murdered in front of him."

"Oh.." Artie looked down.

"He'd broken completely. He let his lust for revenge blind him of everything else. Until Regina set him straight. She found him drunk, washed up, ironically to the Caspian shore when he was on a visit. His ship had taken a beating as he had crashed it into a few rocks. His crew abandoned him, and he… Well, he still had a few bottles of rum." Bae took a breath, "She told him he had two options. He could clean up, sober up and come work for him, or he could continue on the spiral he was on and more than likely die before the year's end."

"Why did he choose to be and advisor?"

"Because he knew that Regina wanted… wants to punish my father as much as the rest of us."

Artie looked at Bae with wide eyes, "Your father?"

"The Dark One."

Artie had never been positive of that fact. He'd heard the others talk, but he wasn't sure he could believe it until he heard it from Bae's lips. And now that he did, all he could manage was, "That sucks."

"That why Regina had her father adopt me?" Bae smiled.

Artie nodded, going along with it, "Who else?"

"Patrick and Alexander."

"Who are they supposed to be?"

"Pinocchio and Jefferson."

"Pinocchio and Jefferson are lovers?"

"Good gods no." Bae shook his head, "They sure bicker like lovers though. No, I'd call them soul mates, but they would never fall in lust with each other."

"Patrick and Alexander are in lust, in love the whole thing. And they don't bicker…"

"They would if they weren't trying so desperately to hide their relationship. No, if they didn't have to hide, you would see a lot of similarities between the four of them. In a way, Jefferson and Pinocchio's relationship is a lot more delicate than that of 'forbidden' love."

"That… is bogus. I highly doubt that hanging out with your best friend to the point that you can't get a girl is less hard than not being able to publically say, 'I love this man. I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him.' In a world that technically still states that Alexander's life could be taken from him merely because he's a royal."

Bae pursed his lips, "Point taken."

"Can I ask a question about Jefferson?"

"Grace?"

"Yeah…"

"Pinocchio had known Jefferson since they were small boys. Regina had known Jefferson a while as well. Jefferson had grown poor, he wasn't able to provide for his wife anymore. Then they learned that she was pregnant. Pinocchio came to Regina and Regina offered him the job he has now. He took it, happy to uproot his wife so they could stay in the castle… Then she went into premature labor." Bae bit his lip a moment, "She died, but the baby miraculously survived."

"Regina?"

Bae nodded, "Regina had been off dealing with Maleficent for this reason or that. She came home and heard that one had died and the other was hanging on by a thread. She did what she could to not let him completely break. And Pinocchio does what he can to help and not let Jefferson's mind run too far away."

"What about Dunstan and Gustave?" Artie asked after a silence took over.

"They are both like the Genie, but neither of them have magic."

"How so?"

"The Genie has been around a long time. He's seen things, knows a great many things. He likes to do research to know what we deal with."

"Dunstan knew the ancient symbols of the evils. He's also never been to an underground club… he probably hung out researching. He's really smart."

Bae nodded, "The Genie is fiercely loyal, and when he first met Regina, when she first released him, he thought he'd fallen in love with her. He took things a little too far—I thought I was going to have to trap him in the lamp again, but after he admitted, realized what he'd done… He's been the Genie that we all depend on."

"Gustave tried to get frisky with Regina… I don't think Emma's going to forgive him for that any time soon."

"No, probably not. But Gustave is one of the greatest knights in our realms because of his loyalty to his king and queen, his loyalty to a situation. He chose to stay through the competition after getting kicked off because he didn't know if he was going to be needed, and he wasn't going to walk away from a fight. And then we did need him…"

"Emma's still pissed at him." Artie laughed.

"You're not wrong." Bae chuckled as well.

~0~0~0~0~0~

"What are you angry about?" Patrick asked as he and Alexander walked along one of the top floors of the castle.

"I'm not angry."

"You are."

Alexander shook his head, "It's not the time."

"Well, let's make it the time." Patrick stopped walking sheathed his sword and crossed his arms, staring at his prince.

Alexander inhaled and sighed, "No. We're in… in mortal danger now. I'm not… I'm…"

"You're jealous. You wish it to be us instead of the Shadow Queen and White Princess."

"Of course not—!"

"No. Don't lie to me. You wish that you were the Shadow Queen, all broken and fierce, and that I was the White Princess, all unruly and in love and healing. You wish that you were the one searching for me to come save me from the Dark One and Cora and that I was the one probably about half-dead at this point."

"I DO NOT!" Alexander pushed him hard, "I would never wish for you to be half-dead! Take it back!"

"You might want to believe that you wouldn't, but you do." Patrick stared at him, letting Alexander get riled. He let out a laugh when Alexander pushed him again.

"But I don't! Take it back! And stop." He gave his lover another push, "Laughing." Another push, "At." Another push, "Me." This time when he pushed Patrick, the knight hit the wall.

Patrick still let out a snicker, and Alexander pushed him once more, trying to show just how serious he was. Patrick took in the heated features of his lover and he stopped finally, his amusement gone. Alexander put his hand to Patrick's chest plate and pushed once more for effect, but Patrick just placed his hand over the prince's and held it there. After locking eyes, Patrick whispered out, "This is oddly familiar."

"What, you don't remember the night we met?" Alexander tried to pull his hand away, but Patrick held firm.

"No, of course I remember the night we met." The knight whispered as he leaned his head back against the wall, "You, for some reason had traveled all the down to my neck of the woods. You were hiding your royal signs, hiding from everyone that came close to you." The knight grinned at his prince, "You cowered from the girls that flirted with you and sipped on a grand total of one pint the whole night."

"You had had more than enough that night though." Alexander leaned into his knight.

"I had." Patrick nodded, "So much so, that I thought I was seeing things as I stared at you whilst playing darts. I thought I had seen you give a knight a double take. Then I thought I had seen you look at one of the local men with a wandering eye. That gave me all the courage I needed to go mess with you."

"You made me so mad." Alexander shook his head. "I was so embarrassed. So angry."

Patrick nodded, "I know." He stared at the prince, "I walked over to you and asked you out, loud enough for a couple other people to hear. You shot me down, I didn't let up. You paid your tab and walked out. I downed another beer and decided I'd made fool enough of myself and walked out too." He took a breath, tapping Alexander's hand with his index finger in a familiar beat as he recalled what happened next, "I didn't think you would be sitting just outside though… And I certainly didn't expect to get slapped in the face as soon as the door shut behind me."

"No, I'll bet you didn't." Alexander smiled.

"And then you continued to push me into the alley, against the wall, telling me that I was a knight and I shouldn't say such things whilst wearing my king and queen's signs. And even if I wasn't, you would never date me because you wouldn't associate yourself with drunken scum like me." Patrick took a breath, "And then I saw your signs."

"And you flipped me around, pushing me into the wall…"

Patrick pushed from the wall and reversed their positions, putting the hand that wasn't holding Alexander's to his chest against the wall as well, "Like this?"

"Yes, exactly like that." Alexander nodded, "And you told me that I had a choice. That I could go with you that night and live with my heart for a change, or I could walk away and never find love." The prince looked down as he swallowed the lump forming in his throat, "You said that I'd captured you when I walked in that night and you hadn't taken your eyes off me. You said that you did believe in love at first sight and that you had fallen. And you said that even if I believed I could find love elsewhere, and even if I succeeded, it wouldn't be like the love you could give me."

"I did say all of those things… I was drunk and desperate and Cupid's bow had hit me dead-on."

"And I believed you." Alexander whispered, "I let you take me to your place. And we started our pathetic love affair."

Patrick ducked his head, "We're not pathetic."

"We'll never be able to marry." Alexander let his eyes fill with tears.

"We will."

"When? When we're so old it won't matter anymore?"

"I think it will be a lot sooner than that. I think that when we get out of here, Regina and Emma will change their countries' laws. I think that it will—that this entire ordeal will provoke the other kingdoms not to worry about the old ways and focus on the new. I think that I will marry you, Prince Alexander, in the next five years."

"Five years? Really?"

"Well, you'll need four to plan the perfect wedding…" Patrick gave his lover a grin and received another shove in response, but he didn't move. No, instead he pushed closer and pressed his lips against his prince's.

"No! That is completely ridiculous!" A voice said as it came closer. Alexander and Patrick didn't hear it though.

"Of course it's not, Pinocchio… Baelfire's made excellent ties between all of us and the contestants. You should hear his theories."

"Then why, Jefferson, are we Alexander and Patrick? We don't, you know…" They both stopped to see the pair they were discussing in a heated kiss, "Well, we don't that…"

"No… No we don't. Aren't we happy about that?" Jefferson's tone matched that of Pinocchio's plain, monotone during shock.

As Alexander moaned, both Jefferson and Pinocchio's brows shot up. They looked to each other, "What do we do?" Pinocchio asked.

"'What do we do?'" Jefferson looked at his best friend, "What do you mean, 'What do we do?'"

"Well, do we walk away, or let them know we saw them in their dirty, dirty, inappropriate make-out session?"

Jefferson's brows knit and his lips pursed in thought, "That… is a very good question, old friend." He thought more, "Obviously, they will be needed once we find all the guards or heaven's forbid, Cora and the Dark One first."

"Yes… so… We need to break them up." Pinocchio stated.

Jefferson turned from the couple, facing the opposite direction, "If we're doing this, we're going to give them the respect of pretending that we didn't see much."

"Right, good thinking." Pinocchio turned around as well. Then nothing happened, "How, do you suppose, we get their attention?"

"Uh… make noise?" Jefferson asked.

They shrugged, drew their swords and slapped them together a few times thinking they would hear the clanking of swords and hop to it. They turned to find that the couple's position hadn't changed.

"Damn." Pinocchio said.

"I know! When they go at it, they really give it their all!"

"No!" Pinocchio gave his friend a look then thought a moment, "Well, yes.. but… Now what do we do?" He watched Jefferson stretch his arm out with his sword and look back to him, "Drop it? The loud clatter against the concrete ground? Okay." He followed suit, and they dropped their swords.

And nothing happened.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Gustave's voice echoed down the hall as he and Dunstan quickly ran their way, "What are you doing?! Dunstan and I heard the sounds of swords all the way up the stairs! We came running! And you two are just… playing around?"

The two advisors looked to the prince and the knight, "We're trying to politely bring the lovebirds to…" Jefferson said, "Though, I'm starting to believe it impossible."

"Yes, I agree. Honestly who can ignore everything like that and be so immersed in another person?"

Gustave shook his head, "A couple in love. A couple that never gets moments like that. A couple that deserves forever like that." He hung his head as he walked over to the couple in question and tapped Patrick's shoulder. "Look alive brother, you've drawn a crowd."

~0~0~0~0~0~

"I'm just saying that you seemed awful jealous of Arely." Graham hid his amusement by adjusting his bow and quiver as he and Hook walked a random hall not taken by the other pairings

"For what? Almost getting himself killed?" Hook walked, playing with is sword in his good hand.

"Well…" Graham turned back to his friend, "Yeah."

"Hardly."

"Completely. Are you really so pathetic that you're jealous of a boy?"

Hook glared to his friend, "He kissed a mermaid and lived to tell about it! Do you know how rare that is?"

"I'm sure it's as rare as a crocodile biting a captain's hand off."

"Don't start with that."

"I'm saying that you need to think about your jealousy. A kiss from a mermaid is nothing in comparison to a kiss from your Milah had to have been." Graham spoke seriously, "Don't be jealous of Arely. For one, jealousy does not suit you, brother. And for another, he's a child. And for a third, you've had love. Real, actual, go-to-the-ends-of-every-world-together love. You of all people shouldn't be jealous of a kiss."

Hook looked down. He scraped his sword along the wall a moment, "I suppose you're right, Huntsman." He nodded once, dismissing the subject. "So tell me… The bar maiden."

"What bar maiden?" Graham looked around, praying that a fleet of guards would come their way.

"You know which one. The one at that lowly bar you always drag me to. What's her name again? Emerald? Sapphire? Diamond?"

"Ruby."

"Ruby! That's it." Hook nodded with a mischievous smile on his face, "Yes… she's quite the little looker."

"Shut it."

"Seriously. She looks about like Queen Red, don't you think?"

"She looks nothing like Queen Red—"

"She's the spitting image!"

Graham had had enough of Hook's barely there taunting, "Okay, fine. She looks a bit like Queen Red. Why the hell does that matter?"

"It doesn't…" Hook looked off, pursing her lips, "Except that you've always seemed overly fond of Queen Red—"

"I was never overly fond of—Why the hell?—What? No!" Graham stopped walking, looking at the other man, "I said that I felt a connection with her one time, one drunken time and you still, to this day, hold it over me. I never felt romantically towards Queen Red. It's… I have a connection with wolves."

"Is that why you've secretly wanted Chip to win over Emma this whole competition?"

"Like you didn't secretly want Arely to chum around with!"

Hook raised his arms in surrender, "You got me."

Graham shook his head and looked down taking a breath, "Emma could have won this thing blinded and with one hand tied behind her back."

"Rightfully so."

"And I don't love Ruby because she looks like Queen Red."

Hook paused, staring at his friend, "No." He shook his head; he didn't comment on the fact that Graham admitted he loved the bar maid, "Of course not."

~0~0~0~0~0~

Maleficent turned back to Emma, "So… What's your—Eva." She said after seeing the dead White Queen.

"Hello, Phyllipina." Eva folded her hands together and let them drop to her waist.

Emma looked from her grandmother to Maleficent, "Oh my gods." She covered her mouth, gagging commencing as thoughts of the two of them ran through her head. The two of them together.

"No." Eva put her hand on her granddaughter's shoulder. "That is not how we know each other."

"You two didn't…?" Emma looked to the other woman in question.

"Oh, no!" Maleficent shuddered at the thought of her and Eva together. "No, dear. We were never together." She said stating it explicitly, "No, we simply have a history."

"That being?" Emma looked between them.

"We… Well… We um…" Eva tried.

Maleficent took over, "It's… We…"

"They're half-sisters. They've the same father. He left Maleficent's mother for Eva's, but the babes were born in the same month" Aurora finally stated for the group.

"Briar Rose…" Maleficent looked at her love, "How do you know that?"

"Eva said I've a third eye. I think she's right."

"Okay, so… Maleficent is my great-half-aunt. And she's all evil because her father, my great-grandfather is, I'm sorry, but an asshole that couldn't keep it in his pants." Emma nodded, "I can accept that." She looked to her grandmother, "Why am I not concerned with the age difference between Aurora and her?"

"Maleficent's stopped her biological clock. She didn't want to age again until she found her true love. It didn't happen early like it seems to for everyone else. So, at 30, she stopped herself from aging."

"How many years has she been thirty?"

"About 28 years." Aurora said, taking Maleficent's arm and hugging it, "The year that she heard Cora killed Eva, she realized that she hadn't lived like she'd seen life could be lived, and she stopped time until she could."

Emma gave a nod of acceptance as she looked to Maleficent, "Question. Why go after Aurora's mother?"

"I never went after her mother."

"But you said that—"

"I said that I threatened a sleeping curse on her mother. I never did anything."

"Why?"

"My parents wouldn't let me out of my tower. They were trying to protect me from Phyllipina. They put a shield around it so that she couldn't visit. Phyllipina over-reacted."

"It got the job done." Maleficent said, taking Aurora's hand.

"Yes, but we really need to discuss your communication skills." Aurora nodded, squeezing her hand.

Emma clutched her stomach before grabbing her axe and turned for the door.

"What is it?" Maleficent asked.

Aurora and Eva were both smiling when Emma turned back around.

"She's here." Emma only grinned back before running out of the room.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Regina's strut turned into a catwalk. With each step she walked with more purpose. Chip and Arely were close behind.

"Do you think she knows where she's going?" Arely whispered as they kept enough of a distance for the Shadow Queen to not feel overcrowded.

Chip looked to the other prince and nodded, "She knows."

"How does she know?"

"She's in her mother's house. She probably knows just where she would put her."

"Really?"

"No you dimwit. She's in love. She wasn't lying before, trying to convince us all to come with her. She can feel her."

"But you can smell her… You know her scent, right? You've been around her enough?"

Chip nodded, "I have."

Arely caught the grave eyes of the other prince, "You don't smell her?"

Regina turned around with scared, worried eyes, "You don't smell her?!"

~0~0~0~0~0~

Emma heard the words all the way down the hall. She squeezed her axe and closed her eyes concentrating a moment before looking down to see her hands and body ripple. "Can you hold this a moment, Aurora?" She handed the axe to Maleficent—she just said a name, it was going to the closest person to her; that happened to be the witch that lived on the Forbidden Mountain instead of the Princess with the nickname of Briar Rose.

"Uh. Sure." Maleficent said as she held onto it. She looked to her half-sister first then to her lover. "This would make an excellent staff."

"Don't even think about it." Aurora gave the other woman a serious look.

"Regina!" She practically screamed from the other end of the hall.

Hearing the voice made Regina clutch her stomach and fall to her knees, tears pricking her eyes. She slowly turned around from facing Chip and Arely to see her battered princess.

"Regina." Emma whispered as she ran at her practically plowing the woman down.

Regna took Emma's still bruised face in her hands, "What did they do to you?"

Emma shook her head, "Nothing I couldn't handle. I'm fine. I'm not feeling any pain." She said as buried her face between Regina's neck and shoulder and inhaled deeply, stood them back up and whispered so only Regina could hear her—she had yet to take in the fact that Chip was with them, "Gods I've missed you. I've missed your eyes, your cheeks, your nose, your lips, your ears." She nipped at Regina's ear, "Your body, your skin," she bit Regina's neck lovingly.

Regina choked out, "Emma." As she hiccupped on a sob.

"Your voice." Emma continued, "Your heart. Your soul." The blonde placed a quick kiss to Regina's chest over her heart and as she pulled away, she stared at the abundance of cleavage the woman's 'armor' gave her, "Your body." She said again.

Regina smiled, happy that her Emma hadn't changed and pulled her in for a tight hug.

Emma looked up to see Arely and Chip, "Oh… Hey guys…" She looked specifically to Chip, "Did you happen to hear every single thing I said?" Chip simply blushed, "Super." Emma nodded.

Aurora, who had been smiling at the exchange, absolutely smitten, gripped at Maleficent's arm, her eyes wide as she looked to the floor, "Oh, no." She whispered.

"What is it?" Maleficent turned to her Briar Rose, concern written on her face.

"Well." Cora's voice filled the hallway, "What a marvelous reunion. True love really does conquer all…" The evil witch came from an adjacent hallway, "Until it can't." She glowered to her daughter and the White Princess. But as she saw Chip, she moved passed the women over his way, "You…" She took his chin between her thumb and forefinger, "Have been a very naughty boy." She bopped his nose with her index finger. This made the werewolf growl, his fangs start to grow and his eyes to yellow. Cora simply smirked, "There's the animal that took care of 20 of my men in mere minutes." She scrunched her nose at him before turning back to the White Princess and her daughter.

But as she looked beyond them again, she was surprised to find the Morpheus Princess, Maleficent and an old hag she'd thought she'd done away with ages ago. "Eva? Is that you, dear?"

Eva gave the evil witch a glower of her own, "Yes, Cora. It is."

"I thought I killed you years ago…?" She asked as if she were asking how long it's been since they last saw each other.

"You did. I was sent to a higher plane. Given access to watch over my family and their loved ones. And when you, the woman who took my life, and the dark one started plotting my all-too-Pure-One of a granddaughter's murder, I was allowed to come down here and well… kick your ass."

Emma's jaw dropped, but she was grinning wide as she heard her grandmother's words.

"Is that right?" Cora asked casually as she got closer to her daughter.

Emma saw this and just as Cora's hand was about to plunge into her love's chest, she yanked on her arm and replaced her.

"Oh, for a Pure One you really are a stupid girl, aren't you?" Cora laughed evilly. "Didn't you know? Love is weakness."

Emma glared at her, seemingly comfortable with the foreign hand squeezing on her heart, "I find those words odd coming from you." She looked the woman up and down, letting her know she wasn't backing down. She also happened to see a pendant of a swan clasped around her neck, which made her narrow her eyes and smile.

Cora had yet to try to pull Emma's heart, no, she liked the intimidation factor. "Why's that?"

"Because even heartless you love a man. Even heartless you've made love to him countless times," She turned a bit, choking on a gag, "And that's a rather disgusting sight that I can't unsee, but you've done it. You removed your heart to take away your weakness, but it's still there. The only thing removing your heart did was make you love less. Make you love your daughter less. But not him. Not Rumplestilskin. Not the one that taught you magic. So I find you telling me that love is weakness odd because all you've ever done is push him out of the way and let people try to take your heart."

Cora gave the blonde princess a glare, "Yes, and they were unsuccessful every time. Because I've no heart. But, you... you very much have a heart." She squeezed hard and Emma didn't even flinch; it didn't deter her though, "I can feel your very essence. Taking your heart will ruin you."

"Then what's stopping you?" Emma waited. She waited for the right moment, for the moment when all eyes were on Cora's hand inside her chest, for the moment when Cora would be defenseless. And when that moment came, Emma reached up, grabbed the pendant and yanked.

~0~0~0~0~0~

Red's nose was on high-alert all of the sudden. She was sniffing and walking every which way, turning in circles, moving off to one side then the other, going back and forth in the hall they chose to go down.

"Darling?" Belle tried to step in front of her, but Red simply moved around her. "Red?"

"I smell her…" Red finally spoke, "I… she's below us."

"Well, then… Let's go."

"It also smells like Regina." She smiled, "I think they found each other."

"Not unlike Emma's parents…" Belle subtly slipped that in for a reaction.

Red smiled wider and nodded, "I suppose so." She decided that going the path they had been on would bring them to a staircase, "Don't think I didn't notice you trying to get a rise out of me." She said, waiting for her wife to follow her.

"I'll always try to get a rise out of you darling, it keeps us young."

Red smirked, "Damn right." Then her brows knit, sudden concern gracing her features. She looked to the ceiling then to the floor, then the ceiling again.

"What is it now?"

"The Dark One and Cora… one is below us and one above us."

Belle stared at her wife a moment, "Who's upstairs?"

~0~0~0~0~0~

"Genie, it's very kind of you to come with us." Snow said as they walked along, trying to ease her way into a conversation telling him that they really didn't need help.

"I'm only doing as my Queen wants. I understand that you two have been through this fight and that with both the dark one and Cora before, and you've handled yourselves, just fine. But now, you are family to her and she wouldn't have let you two wander alone even if you overpowered her and her magic."

Charming laughed, "Well, it's nice to know she cares."

Genie nodded, "The way she cares… it's often too deep. That's why she's been so on edge, that's why she's been so insistent, that's why she's prayed to the gods countless times asking that it have been her instead of Emma. She cares deeper than most of us think possible. And that is why I'm here. I know that you two can handle yourselves. But she wants more than that for you."

"Isn't that precious?" Rumplestilskin's voice filed the hallway. "Regina cares deeply. So deeply for everyone around her." He appeared before the Genie with a pouty face, "But not for you, Genie. She never loved you the way you needed."

"She loves me as she should. As I deserve. And there is no way that you will ever let me believe otherwise. I didn't deserve her in the way I thought I wanted."

"No." Rumple shook his head, "You don't deserve to bed her, not after all the evil wishes you've granted."

"I'd no control over those. She knows that."

"Aye, but you still think about every single one, you still beg for forgiveness." Rumple reached out and magically pulled Charming and Snow to him, "And you will beg for forgiveness after you let the White King and Queen die."

The Genie glared at Rumple. He let his anger overtake him and he grew large. So large, he towered over the three of them and practically filled the big, two-story hallway. He picked up the Dark One with a single fist and stared at him through the fire in his eyes. "What makes you think you will touch them?"

AN: There you have it. The reunion. Bittersweet? Thoughts and feels? What's gonna happen? Please Read and Review!