Here it is! The end of Part Two! I hope you all enjoyed. I look forward to giving you Part Three soon!
EPILOGUE - Kendra's Room
"Kendra?" Emma walked into her daughter's room. "I was hoping you would come to dinner. Everyone's missed you over the past few days." She stopped in her tracks as she noticed scorch marks spanning the walls. "Kendra!" In the corner of the large bedroom, Kendra sat on the ground, curled up, her knees to her chest as she shivered violently.
"Don't come near me. I'll hurt you." Her voice was weak and trembling and her eyes wandered crazily around the room.
Emma took a few tentative steps towards Kendra. "I know how it feels to not be in control of yourself. It's scary and I'm not going to sit here and tell you that it's going to get easier, but hiding isn't the answer. Everyone here cares about you and would go to the ends of the earth to prove it. We're here to help, Kendra. Fighting off the darkness isn't something you can do alone."
"He's telling me to hurt people." She pointed a shaking finger towards a charred chair on the opposite side of the room. "He says this is Colette's fault, that she needs to be punished, but I could never hurt her."
"Who's telling you that?" Emma asked as she glanced at the empty space her daughter was pointing at.
"Rumplestiltskin, or at least, what looks like him. He claims he's my guide to embracing the darkness." Kendra pulled her attention away from the chair and back to her mother. "I'm not going hurt Colette. I couldn't do that."
"I know, Kendra, I know." Emma continued to make her way towards Kendra, eventually sitting down next to her. "To be honest, I came to talk to you about something. The dagger."
Kendra laid her head on her mom's shoulder. "I told dad, I'm not keeping it for myself. I just can't be trusted. Someone has to look out for me."
"And who do you think that person should be?" Emma gently kissed the top of her head.
"I you don't like it, but it needs to be someone that would be able to kill me if it came to it." Kendra lifted her head as she felt her mother flinch beneath her. "I also can't have someone possessing it who is going to try to control my every whim."
"Have you gone through some options?" Emma asked, wanting to help her daughter work through her choice if she wished.
"Liam would never be able to kill me. He's too kind and I don't want to put him through that pressure, especially when he has to plan the happiest day of his life with Colette. The same goes for her." Kendra paused, looking back over to the chair.
Emma grabbed Kendra's chin, turning her head so that mother and daughter's eyes met. "Keep your eyes here. Don't worry about the vision over there. It isn't real and you can't let it control you. Who's next on your list?"
"Neither you or father could do it. Grandmother and Grandfather are too busy with the kingdom. Neal is always so distant, and he's in preparation to take the throne." Kendra dropped her gaze, eyebrows furrowed. "I need someone with the honor to make the tough decisions for the greater good, but that cares about me enough that they'd let me live my life as I wish unless it becomes a problem."
"And who fits that bill?"
"Mom, I need you to give the dagger to Oliver."
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