That last episode made me cry and yell at my TV, This takes place at Graham's funeral (or is it?) Please Review!

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The cemetery was slowly being filled by a dark procession of mourners slowly marching toward a dark mahogany coffin atop an open grave. The bright shining sun did little to lift the spirits the grieving townspeople of Storybrooke.

Emma swallowed her tears as she stared at the dark coffin before her, her memories kept going back to that fateful night; to the amazing beautiful look in his eyes when he smiled and said "I remember". To that wonderful passionate kiss they shared and the second kiss that was stolen from them. Her heart ached, never had she been this sad in her life, she had never let anyone in before he showed up. Why was he stolen from her? That question rolled around in her head as she turned towards where her son was standing, silent tears were running down his face, Regina standing next to him. How Emma ached to be there to comfort her son, how she ached to rip Regina in to small bight sized pieces and feed her to the wolves!

"That would be quite entertaining," a young mischievous voice said beside her.

Emma turned toward the speaker; she hadn't heard anyone come up beside her, "Excuse me?"

The speaker, a teenage boy with wild black hair and ice blue eyes that seemed to glimmer a liquid silver, smiled a wolfish grin, "Feeding her to the wolves, very entertaining."

"What? I didn't say that!" Emma hissed in a whisper at the mysterious lad.

"Are you insinuating that I read mind?" the boy's silver-blue eyes glimmered with mirth.

Emma stood speechless for a moment, what a ridiculous notion, "Of course not… I'm sorry but I'm still a little new here, who are you?"

The boy smiled, Emma couldn't help but think that his canine teeth were a little longer than normal, "Don't be sorry, I don't go to town very much anyway. My name's Lupin Esbryd, Graham's little brother." His silver-blue eyes looked into Emma's sadly, it was odd because Emma couldn't help but feel that the boy was not sad because of his loss, but because of hers.

"Oh, I'm sorry he never mentioned-"

Lupin waved away her apology, "No need, Graham never really talked much about personal things anyway."

Emma was about answer him but stood quite as she saw Regina walk toward a podium, most likely to give a eulogy. Lupin stood beside her silently, his eyes becoming like hardened silver.

Regina stood before the crowd of townspeople, her face void of all emotion except for her eyes that stayed moistened, "People of Storybrooke, we are gathered here today to say goodbye to a friend, a sheriff, and most importantly a valued member of our family. Graham was a good, fair, just man and his loss will be greatly felt. As Sheriff, he kept our town safe and comfortable, may all of us remember his kind yet firm hand and let us remember his success at keeping us secure and calm. We will all miss you Sheriff Graham, rest in peace."

As Madam Mayor slowly walked back to her seat others walked toward the podium to share their memories of their beloved sheriff. To Emma's surprise, Lupin did not walk to the podium to speak of his brother. The boy only stood when they were about to lower the coffin into the ground.

"Wait," his voice was deep and void of emotion, "Let me say goodbye to my brother." The townsfolk went silent and still at his statement, even Regina turned to stair in shock at the boy. Apparently no one in the entire town knew of who this boy was, strange Emma thought.

Lupin walked toward the coffin with a strange feral elegance, his long black cloak swirled in a nonexistent wind, he lifted the lid on the coffin and kneeled before the man that lay inside, whispering in the corpse's ear.

Regina stared at the stranger; she would know that Graham would have a brother, right? He would have told her, right?

The boy rested his hand on his brother's chest and stood, silently closing the casket and motioning them to lift it into the ground. Lupin turned back toward the crowd, his eyes liquid silver, his tears, blood.

The crowd gasped silently at the sight of the outlandish child, this stranger in their mist. A strange feeling of dread rose in Regina's heart as she looked into the boy's silver eyes, a strange feeling of hope rose in Henry's hear, and neither could explain why such a feeling would ever occur.

The boy inclined his head with a slight bow and turned away. Walking slowly and gracefully towards the outlying woods, his deep empty voice reaching the ears of all the mourners, "Your time is coming witch."

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Well, what do you think? Should I continue with it? Please review!