CHAPTER FIVE – On the Road to Henry's Farm
"So, love, what you are implying is that the only son of the infamous Captain Hook does not like sailing, or anything having to do with his pirating heritage for that matter?" Killian asked Kendra. "Bloody hell, he is named after my naval captain brother for goodness sake!"
"Aye, in fact Liam gets quite seasick, quite pathetic, really." Kendra glanced back at her brother who was trailing the party.
"I resent that! I merely take after my grandfather, there is no shame in actually caring about my royal duties may I remind you!" Liam shouted at his sister.
The group was at the head of the trail that led into Sherwood Forest. It has a slightly ominous feeling as dusk settled. Suddenly, a figure came running their way.
"Oh, that's Oliver. Oliver, stop for a moment! There's someone here you ought to meet!" Colette called out.
The boy slowed his pace, and soon joined the group. He was dressed in the traditional garb of a Merry Man, and had his bow drawn just in case. Regina couldn't help but observe that while he inherited her dark hair, he still had his sky blue eyes. He looked so much like his father it hurt.
"What's going on here, Liam?"
"It looks as if my sister has developed another ability, this one apparently bringing our parents forwards in time."
"Well then, I suppose that it is very nice to meet you, mother!" Oliver exclaimed. "I don't suppose papa came with you too?"
Regina, stunned, had no words to say to what would be her future son, Robin's future son. Tears filled her eyes at the mention of him. Regina tried to push back the tears, trying to convince herself that it was her hormones. "No, he didn't."
"Oh, too bad! That might have made things interesting if papa would have stumbled upon you on his hunt." Oliver ran up and embraced his mother, and Regina hesitantly returned the favor.
"Oh, Oliver! Why don't you join us?" Kendra inquired. "I'm sure your mother and father won't mind! Considering that you are technically with your mother," nodding at Regina who was still trying to take in the thought that this young man was to be her son in a few short months.
After a couple hours, the clearing opened and a small cottage was barely visible in the moonlight atop a hill. Kendra approached the door of the cottage and knocked. After a few moments a tall, dark haired man with brown eyes opened the door. He took one look at the crowd that lay before him and with a look of shock exclaimed, "Grace! Put the kettle on! I think we are in for a long night!"