Storybrooke High

Chapter 16

Emma's POV

"So, the basement of the apartment complex. What made you want to write down here?"

Out of all the places he could of chose in Storybrooke.

"I don't know, fate maybe."

"I'm serious Henry."

He didn't seem to be joking.

"So am I."

He kicked a bucket in frustration and I grabbed his arm.

"Easy, Henry. I have another question about your story."

He didn't look at me; he was too focused on something beyond me.

"You said you wanted to write about us being your age, but you're not 16."

He sighed.
"Again, whoever else wrote also changed things to their liking."

I picked up the paper the story was written on, it was exactly how it happened. Every detail, every word, exactly.

"You know, it's actually not that bad of a story. Though I went through hell, it wouldn't make a bad book."

I looked over at Henry who didn't look like he heard one word I said, he was focused on something. It was too dark to see was he was looking at, but I could hear a voice.

I whispered over to Henry.

"Who is that?"

He shook his head.

"I'm gonna go see." He said.

"Henry! Stay here, I'll go."

But just like me, he was stubborn, and he went by himself anyways. I followed after him through the dark room.

We came to a stop when we finally saw the person who had changed the story and endangered Regina. I had to blink twice because I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

I decided to be the first one to speak.

"It was you?"

She didn't see me until she heard my voice and turned around, her brown curls bouncing.

When she turned around and looked at us, I could tell she had been crying.

"Belle?" Henry asked, clearly just as shocked as I was.

"I-I'm sorry, I just saw the ink and-"

For some reason, anger flared up inside of me and I snapped at her.

"And what! You thought you would just write things and that nothing would happen? You endangered Regina's life!"

Henry was taken aback by my words.

"Mom! She didn't mean to, leave her alone!"

"I didn't know that the ink was magic, I saw Henry take it from the shop and then I followed him here. When he left, I noticed he left it, and I read it. it was good, but I wanted to make it better. I had no idea, I hope you can forgive me."

I really wanted to, but she should have been more careful.

"Somebody could lose their life because of you!"

She looked away as if I hurt her, and Henry stepped in again.

"Mom, it's okay, we're gonna get her back."

I looked at Belle.

"You can fix this, right? You can write that she gets better?"

"Yeah, I wrote everything else, so I should be able to."

She picked up the pen and the bottle of ink from where it was sitting on the ground, and put it to the paper the story was written on.

As she began to write, the magic was visible. Out of each pen stroke was the gold shimmer of magic at work, making the darkness of the room fade slightly.

After she was done writing, she kept her eyes on the paper for a moment, and then handed to Henry.

"It's your story, Henry." She smiled at him.

"Actually, it's our story. You wrote it too."

"Yeah the bad stuff." her smile disappeared.

"No, not all of it was bad. And besides, in every story they face a problem. Now let's go see if the ink worked."

We got to the hospital five minutes later and took the elevator up to Regina's room, only when we got there, she was gone.

"Regina?" I called.

"She's downstairs, we're letting her go tonight."

Dr. Whale's words caused relief and joy to take over me.

I smiled at Henry and Belle, who were both smiling too.

"Let's go."

That night, I don't think me or Henry left Regina's side. She told me how she didn't hate me, and that I was forgiven, and it made me forgive Belle too. We slept great that night knowing Regina was safe.