So, did I just start to write a new story while having another one going on? Yes, I did. Reason I did this: I had a dream about this story, and further thinking about it, realized that why not? To the people that are reading Swan Anatomy do not worry (as soon as I have something good to write I will). To the others reading Of True Love, I am editing it, fixing some mistakes and adding new scenes to it, so also do not worry. So, with all the craziness around having two incomplete stories, I start this one (yeah, it seems that I'm a masochist when it comes to writing). This story will take place in the Enchanted Forest, 18 years after the Evil Queen sacrifices her father's heart to cast the Dark Curse.

Author's Note for this prologue: SEASON 4 FINALE SPOILERS.

There was an enchanted forest filled with all the classic characters we know. Or think we know. One day someone trapped them in a place where all their happy endings were changed. This is what happened after...

"Henry, fix it." Emma whispered after watching how the quill reacted to Henry's touch. There was still hope for them. They could save everyone. They could save Regina. "Write everything the way it was."

"Without ink he is not writing anything." Isaac told them smugly.

"My blood, it was supposed to work last time." the blonde woman said while grabbing a sword and pointing it towards her arm, ready to make the necessary sacrifice.

"Yes, when mixed with darkness." Henry whispered. "But you are not the Savior here. Because of him." he angrily pointed towards Isaac, who just kept smiling. "But it doesn't mean we didn't find one. And in this world, we don't need a dark Savior. We need a light one." he realized and ran towards his Mom's side, hoping that he was right.

"Don't!" Isaac yelled.

"Henry do it!" Emma kept Isaac away from them.

Softly, Henry pointed the tip of the quill towards her Mom's hand, trying his best to not cause her pain in any way. After the blood was taken, Henry opened the notebook that he took from Isaac and prayed to all the known and unknown Gods that this worked.

It took him everything to keep his eyes open, the kaleidoscope of colors and lights blinding him and his surroundings. He had felt the power of the quill calling him, asking him to fix things, but at the same time he had heard another request. A request to return the story to where it was truly meant to go. It was somehow as if the quill was foretelling him that an unbalance in the natural order of things would arise the moment they returned to Storybrooke. Henry, tenacious as ever and with the heart of the truest believer beating in his chest, decided to trust this hunch, this feeling that was rising from the bottom of his stomach, and take them further back. He knew what this would mean for him, the sacrifice he was making with this choice. He would not exist, of that he was aware off.

"Yet." a melodious voice whispered to him. "For you are destined to be the Author, Henry Daniel Mills."

"But my mothers." he choked. "They are finally happy. I cannot do that to them. I cannot destroy their happiness."

"And no one is asking you to."

"But by rewriting everything they will not be with their True Loves."

"As Author you will learn that there are many paths a person can take during their life, and that those paths can lead to many people that can attempt to fill a hole from the past. Your mothers' paths were shaped by others, enforced by darker forces that only wanted to find their own happiness no matter the cost. Now you have the chance to do what's right. You have the chance to help your mothers find their Truest Love."

"Truest Love? I thought that True Love was the most powerful magic of all."

"And from where does magic come from Henry? It comes from Truest Love." the voice said firmly. "Truest Love is the union of two individuals, selected before the beginning of time, that represent opposites and are yet the same. They are the Light and the Dark. They are Day and Night. They are Nature and Nurture. For these two souls to meet can bring balance to our universe, a balance that was shifted by one sole man."

"Rumplestiltskin."

"Correct." the voice said sadly. "Unfortunately, for him, Fate planned to punish him by never letting him see his son again. Fate does not like it when someone messes with their plans."

"But that's not fair. Everyone deserves to have a second chance. A chance at redemption." he said fervently.

"Do not mistake things, Author. Rumplestiltskin was given many chances in his life." the voice determined. "Many preventable events could have been stopped from happening were it not for him."

"My Ma would have spent her childhood with her parents. My Mom would have had her True Love. They would have been happy." Henry said, smiling softly. "But then I would have never existed because the Curse would have never been enacted."

"But is your existence solely limited to one reality?" the voice asked him. "It is destined that you will exist, Henry Mills. It is also destined that you will have two mothers to raise you for an author needs to understand the Light as much as the Dark."

"How farther back do you want me to take them?" Henry asked.

"To the time before the Evil Queen casts the Dark Curse." the voice replies. "For you see, in order to succeed, your mother has to fail in casting it. There has to be no need for a Savior."

"So then my Mom is still going to suffer extreme loss, she will be unhappy, she will be evil again." Henry complained. His mother had come too far, had redeemed herself already and he was not going to destroy all of that.

"Fate has a way to plan things, and your mother's suffering is what creates the darkness needed for her to take her path towards redemption. Darkness, in this case, does not mean evil. What will change is that this path needs to start in the Enchanted Forest, without you creating it but with the presence of another soul. A Light soul."

"Emma..." Henry said, finally understanding what the voice had been telling him. "Emma will help my Mom in her path." he smiled warmly. "During this time in Storybrooke when they offered to help each other out, Ma with Operation Mongoose and Mom with saving Emma from darkness, it always felt that something deeper than simple friendship was going on between the two of them."

"You are correct. Truest Love souls will always find each other no matter the realm or reality."

"So if we were to go back now to Storybrooke they would still get together."

"Yes." the voice said cautiously, understanding Henry's line of thought. "But this new danger that will emerge after your return cannot occur. The moment you return everyone to Storybrooke Rumplestiltskin's heart will collapse, releasing the darkness that is tied to the Dark One's dagger. As it happens with darkness, it tries to find the closest person to having a similar power."

"My Mom." Henry whispered. "She has dark and light magic."

"Correct." the voice replied. "But, and because of your mothers' shared Truest Love and Emma's role as the Savior..."

"She sacrifices herself and becomes the new Dark One." Henry completed the voice's statement. "And what happens after that?"

"I'm afraid that is it." the voice says solemnly. "The moment Emma's status as Savior mixes with the powers of the Dark One a magical paradox occurs, destroying all that was created many eons ago and the story starts again."

"But that is not possible, it cannot be." he murmured. "And also, why does Fate care so much? Isn't it the same for them who is involved in the story as long as there is a story."

"Let's just say that Fate is deeply invested in this story. For them to begin away, to reach the same place that they currently have, does not work too well."

"So then Fate also wins something by making me change things." Henry snorted.

"Of course." the voice replied. "Do not get confused. Fate hardly intervenes in matters that involve humans. In fact, this the reason why this story developed this way. But, in the face of complete destruction, It has decided to correct previous mistakes and rewrite things."

"And my mothers will find happiness?" Henry asked again. "With each other?"

"Yes." the voice answered him. "The road will not be easy, as it usually is when it comes to love, but you will get your heart's deepest desire Henry Daniel Mills. You will get the family you always wanted." was the last thing he heard before he opened his eyes and saw the notebook in his hands, quill ready to write. He took one last breath, ready to do what was needed to do, and started to write...

"Thanks to the Hero Regina's sacrifice, Isaac's villainous work was undone, returning all to the paths Fate had planned beforehand." he magically wrote, watching how the letters shined brightly against the paper.

Turning around to get one last glance at his mothers, Henry noticed that Emma had gotten closer to Regina, slowly having grabbed one of her hands. He could see it in their eyes, what the voice had told him, their Truest Love not understood but still very clear. Closing his eyes, he felt warmth spread around him, encompassing all the people in the Enchanted Forest and sending them to their true path.

"We will see each other again." Henry whispered, giving them one last bright smile and then everything became complete darkness.