The One They Call Dark One

19) A Story Now At It's End

"But mommy! I wanna know what happens next!" A little boy cried out, tugging at his mother's pink skirt, taking her leave as a no. "Please, go to bed Liam. You have school tomorrow, and your father and I have work. Do not fret, you'll see your friend Cara soon by tomorrow alright?" She assured him, tucking him into his little bed and placing a small peck of her lips to his soft little head.

The boy grinned, "Mommy, why do the characters in the story have the same names as us? Your daddy's name David, your mommy's name Snow. You and daddy are Emma and Killian, and me and my bestest friend Liam and Cara." The mother of the little boy, Emma, laughed, "It's a story I have thought of, of course I'd put us all in it."

"Then why'd you make gramps sound like a meanie?" Liam cried out, his bound to his grandfather was sound thing not to be trifled with. "Let's just say, it's revenge on him for being rude to daddy. Okay?" She placed her hand gently upon her son's head, rubbing her thumb as she brushed his soft hair from his eyes. Liam huffed, he loved his grandfather dearly, but no one was to mess with his daddy!

"Mommy, daddy good guy right?"

"Of course! What'd make you think otherwise my little pirate?" She asked him. "Uh...in your story, daddy started as a meanie. When you meet for the first time, was he a meanie?" She sighed, her son too young to know the details. "Hush, my sweet little bundle. Now daddy with be home soon, and he expects you asleep. You don't want the big Dark One talking to you, do you?"

He shook his head, hiding under the covers, giggling like the child he was, "No! No! Not the Dark One!" She raised the covers tickling her son full of joyful tears until a knock came at her son's door.

"I'm home!"

The boy and her mother boy squealed in delight, happy to see the father home from a rough day at work. He smiled to his son, giving him a plushie of an adorable swan, "See this m'boy? This little swan will be your guardian. Remember, if we're not there, this little swan will always guide you home." For such a girly plush toy, Lima happily took it, hugging his father as if his life depended on it. "Thanks daddy! Mommy told me a story!"

He smirked, looking over to his wife, "Oh did she now? Tell me, what was it about?"

"It was awesome! There were sword fights, magic, and you mommy and daddy were in it!" He giggled, "I can imagine daddy in black clothes...he already is!" His father smiled, "Tell me, who was I in this story? Devilishly handsome I presume?" The boy nodded, "You were the most powerful daddy in all the realms! Dark magic! Pew! Pew! You saved mommy from her mean daddy!"

The father's eyes widened with his mouth gaped open, "Me? A dark wizard? Did I have a title at least? Well, your mommy's daddy doesn't seem that much trouble, you love his company don't you Liam?" Liam frowned,"I did, but he hurt daddy's feelings! He took away mommy from daddy! He bad man! Me no like him! He disown uncle Neal!"

"I wouldn't say disown Liam, more like disliked." The mother added, trying not to sound as harsh. The father though, had a different perspective, "I think the boy's right on that one, love. I didn't really like your father at first, I wouldn't be surprised if he followed my footsteps." She scoffed, "Liam following your footsteps? Please, he's more like me! I'm a princess in this story, and a bit more refined."

"Now, now Swan, Liam needs hims rest. No need for an argument in this very room." The father said, placing a finger to his lips to utter silence. Liam yawned, "Mommy? When will you finish the story...?" He yawned once more, stretching his arms before cuddling back into a little ball. She hushed him goodnight, whispering softly, "I will finish I my son, but soon, I won't have to..." She placed the blanket back up to the boy's shoulders, kissing his head before exiting the room and closing the lights.
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"Why our story, love?" He asked, stirring his wrist as he held the glass of whiskey in his hand, "The boy mustn't know until he's of age." Emma sighed, her hands resting at her face from the lack of sleep, "He deserves to know Killian, besides, it's not our fault he's like this. That damned monster erased everyone's memories, but we're still here because-"

"Because I'm the Dark One. I know, I know. I've heard it a million times Emma, but if I don't remember, you were cursed too! I had to fight for you all over again before you could trust me to drink the potion, but this...life? Here in Storybrooke, it could be a new turn for us! Without the magic, without the past haunting me! Everyone we know, even your father! We could all start over!" Killian replied, eagerness in his voice, "Please...we'll give him a potion, but it's too soon! You've only been cursed for a year! Your older, you'll understand! B-But Liam? He's too young Emma! What will happen when he wakes up and realized that half the people in the town would hate him if they awoken from the curse?!"

Emma stuttered, "I...I..."

"That wretched creature made this cursed designed specifically for me! He wants me to break this curse just so all the hate here can just flood through! Yes I will break the curse, but to gain everyone's fully unconditional trust will take years, Emma. I mean years, maybe decades." He sighed, "I'm sorry, but this town must never know of magic, and most importantly, the Dark One."

Should there be a sequel?
Yes? or No?