Prologue

Milah and Killian stood on the deck of the ship, Killian staring down Rumplestiltskin. Killian's mind was racing, but he knew there was no way he could play the Dark One.

Words rolled off his tongue in the creepy, sing-song accent he used frequently, only this time, there wasn't the look of sadistic glee on his face. Until he ripped out Milah's heart.

Meanwhile below deck, a baby girl around the age of two sat on the floor, blissfully unaware of her mother's death upstairs. She crawled around the room, and curiously opened a cabinet that was left ajar, with a key in the hole. It had been abandoned quickly when the situation upstairs had escalated.

The girl stuck her chubby fist in the cabinet and pulled out a small bag.

Emptying the contents on the floor, a magic bean fell out. Of course, the little girl had no clue of it's powers, so after looking at it for a while, she carelessly threw the bean to the side, ready to look for more things to sate her curiosity.

Above deck, the captain cradled his dead wife in his arms, his hand, or lack thereof, still burning with intense pain.

In that moment, not only had Killian Jones lost the love of his life, but also his only daughter, who had just fallen into a menacing looking portal.