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Then I heard a yell of pain escape from The Ogre. I opened my eyes slowly to see it falling to the floor.
Henry then appeared in front of me with a key and huge smile on his face.
I was speechless. Did Henry do that? How? How did he break free?
I left the questions for later and jumped into his arms. He kissed my forehead and brushed his hand through my messy hair.
"Did you do that?" I asked him, after we both pulled away.
He chucked and shook his head. "I wish" Henry pointed towards a man on horse dressed in shining armour. He lifted his helmet and gave me a nod and my jaw dropped in shock.

"Rumplestilskin the Knight, at your service"

"Rumple?" I whispered to Henry. I saw him nod in the corner of my eyes. "Yeah"
"Please excuse me, for I have many other villages to save" he spoke proudly. He did look proud of himself, he looked so heroic. He looked so... happy.
Henry and I smiled and thanked him before he rode off to another place in danger on his horse.

"Was that really him?" I asked Henry and he nodded.
"I'm as shocked as you are" he laughed and I cracked a smile.
"Where are we going now?" I decided to ask him; we can't just stand here for long - Isaac's bound to come back.
Henry opens the book and flips through some pages. I lean over the book to see what he's looking at but shuts it before I can get a good look.
"Well?"
"We're going to pay a visit to my mum"
"Do you know where Emma is?"
He shook his head and sighed. "No. God knows what Isaac's done to her."

***

Henry took hold of my hand when we both spotted a large log which seemed like it's never ending darkness once you stepped inside.
"Is this where she lives?"
He nodded. "Hello?! Is anyone there?"

After a moment of silence I felt something pressed against the back of my head.
"Don't move." It sounded like Regina. "Or she gets it"
Henry slowly turned around after literally just being told not to move - nice one Henry.
"Who are you and what do you want?"
"My name's Henry. And I'm your son."

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