Arriving at Oldtown, Rumplestiltskin and Belle stood outside the doors of the Citadel, which consisted of numerous buildings that spanned a great patch of the city. Above them, they could see the Hightower of Oldtown, with the sun casting the tower's shadow down below them.

They didn't know what they would find within the walls, but there was only one way to find out. Rumplestiltskin was about to poof them both inside when Belle stopped him. "Uh, Rumple …" Belle began. "Don't you think I should find some clothes that would help me blend in better?"

Rumplestiltskin looked over at Belle. She was still wearing the clothes she wore while still in Storybrooke when Pan's curse was about to be woven undone by Regina. "Yes, yes. Of course," he said with a nod. Then, with a wave of his hands, he engulfed Belle in a whirl of smoke, and when it dissipated, she was wearing her blue dress from when she had been his servant back in the Enchanted Forest. "Stay close to me, Belle. This land is nothing like you've ever seen before."

"I can look after myself, you know," Belle pointed out.

"I know you can. But, I also know that this land is uncivilised." Taking Belle's hand, Rumplestiltskin magically poofed themselves inside the Citadel, where they found themselves in a vast hall with shelves of books as high as the Storybrooke Clock Tower, if not higher.

Belle let go of Rumplestiltskin's hand and took a look around. "Now, this is a library," she smiled. But it seemed that their task was now dauntingly impossible. "But, where do we start?"

"Now, that is an excellent question." Rumplestiltskin took a look around. However, were they to find what they were looking for? "I suppose we should start somewhere," he said as he walked towards a row of books on what looked like a concrete bookshelf.

Belle headed in the other direction before she was stopped by a maester of the Citadel who had just walked in.

"How did you get in here?" the maester asked. "There's no woman allowed in here."

Turning back, Rumplestiltskin looked to where the maester stood. He vanished from where he stood and appeared in front of the robed male. He might be able to help with what we need. He plunged his hand into the maester's chest, ripping out his heart. He looked down at the red, beating heart in his hand. "Now, you will show us what we need," he said. "Show us any records of the Prince that was Promised."

The maester looked nervously at Rumplestiltskin before turning and leading him to a darkened corner in the library hall. "What we have on the Prince that was Promised is here," he said. "Though it's not much, anything written our maesters write on the subject ends up here."

Rumplestiltskin smirked. "Good. Now leave us. We'll be here for a while. Now don't let anyone disturb us."

The maester nodded. "Of course," he said as he turned to leave them.


They had been in the library of the Citadel for a couple of days, finding anything they could find about the Prince that was Promised—even moving on to other books and papers elsewhere in the library if they were directed to them.

They found that the maester wasn't joking when he said there wasn't much written on the subject. Instead, they found it was mainly scraps of paper with little details about the prophecy. But it wasn't until Belle found a book about the Lord of Light. She took it over to Rumplestiltskin.

"I think I have found what we are looking for," she said, opening to the middle of the book. "A book that details the Lord of Light and his chosen warriors."

Rumplestiltskin looked over at Belle. "The Lord of Light?"

Belle nodded. "According to this, it warns of a battle – a Long Night – where darkness falls across the land. And a hero rises to unite the people to fight against it. A hero that is said to be the reincarnation of the first hero who defeated the darkness."

Rumplestiltskin took the book and looked over at it himself. "After a long summer when the stars bleed, and the cold breath of darkness drifts south and falls heavy across the lands," He began to read, "the great warrior Azor Ahai will be born again. He shall be born amidst smoke and salt, with the power to wake dragons from stone, drawing his flaming sword, Lightbringer, clasping it tightly as he wields it."

"It could mean Daenerys," Belle said.

"Or anyone else, for that matter," Rumplestiltskin mused. However, he had already seen part of the prophecy come to light. But was it what the prophecy meant? "Though, if we figure out who owned that dagger, it can tell us who the descendant is. And who it was talking about." He closed the book. "Let's take this with us. I feel it could be useful."

As he shut the book, a loose piece of paper fell out of the pages and drifted to the ground. Belle noticed and picked it up. "What's this?" she asked as she picked it up and looked over at it. "Rumple … Did the dagger look like this?"

He looked over at the drawing. "Yes. That's the same dagger."

Belle looked over at the paper carefully, noticing the words written on it. "The dagger that belonged to the Kings of Westeros before our house lost it," Belle read, "like all our other swords. The blade was engraved with Aegon's dream, and the hilt embedded with a large ruby.

"According to legends, rubies are said to have vast power, especially to followers of the Lord of Light. The Lord of Light is said to channel his powers through rubies; hence anyone who carries a ruby is said to be protected. This is why they call Lightbringer the red sword, which is said to be ruby coloured."

Rumplestiltskin looked over at Belle. "Rubies?" he repeated. He remembered his vision of darkness falling upon the land and of the army facing the darkness together. If he were to be involved, he too would need to be protected, and if what Belle had read was true, he would need rubies.

He knew of a sword with a ruby embedded with a hilt. All Dark Ones knew of the sword, and now he had to bring it to Westeros first. He remembered hearing stories of a king in another land – before the Dark Curse – having pulled it from a stone. He couldn't just waltz over and grab the sword. It would be protected. The sword had to fall across realms itself. He only had to find somewhere in this land that was powerful enough to create a portal to do so.