Secrets

The Urn

Snow still held a small grin on her lips. "We both know you won't hurt us." She stated, her tone dripping smugness.

The Dark One let out an emotionless laugh and shook his head negatively. "I wouldn't count on that, dearie." He replied.

"You promised us you would handle things while we were in this maze. How very heroic of you, killing a part of your own family." Charming mocked.

"You two are the ones holding the weapons, not me. If you think I won't protect myself just because I made a stupid promise, you're fooling yourself." Rumple said in a dangerous tone, ignoring the prince's last comment.

It was unsettling to realize they were all a big dysfunctional family. Neal was Henry's father, so technically the Dark One was the kid's grandfather... As well as Snow White and Prince Charming.

How very weird.

"Drop the weapons, people. You don't want to face my husband." Belle said in a clear and calm tone.

Rumple smiled at her statement. Maybe she wasn't that angry after all.

"He's an ass, but you don't stand a chence against him." She added with a more annoyed voice.

Alright then, she still was mad at him.

Snow glanced quickly at Rumple and held Belle's gaze. Sighing in defeat, she lowered her bow, making sure David did the same with his sword. "We're trusting you against our judgement, Dark One. We're willing to give you a chance to be a better man." The prince said.

"Don't waste it." Snow added.

Rumple let out a huff and rolled his eyes. He hated hypocrisy, and this said heroes were testing his patience. "Don't give me the whole hero speech. You just don't want to get killed." He bitted out.

Snow decided to ignore the man standing in front of her. "Well, we better keep going then." She said and turned around to leave, with David behind her.

"You should take a look at this wound of yours." Rumple commented smiling slightly.

David groaned in annoyance, but realized it was best not to respond the Dark One. Due to their previous chat with the sorcerer, the prince and his wife continued their long walk through the corridors.

David was beginning to think Regina had a point. Entering in this maze had been a stupid idea.

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John was walking randomly. He had no idea what North, South, West or East was. He had chosen to take the path Robin had said it was best, but even doing that he found himself completely lost.

Since he and his friend had taken different paths, John faced lots of traps and difficulties during his walk. He was impressed with how many obstacles the maze could came up with, but he had managed to pass through them without any trouble.

His years of thievery had helped him many times before and now it wasn't disappointing him.

He was sure the others Merry Men were fine as well, they all had a large amount of experience. What bothered him, though, was Robin's mysterious disappearance. John was sure his friend was more than capable of handling traps and obstacles, but magic was a subject neither of them mastered.

On the other hand, he insisted the leader of their group was totally fine. John had the opportunity to help Robin, or at least try to follow him, but had chosen to do nothing. He wouldn't say that the thought bothered him, but surely it hadn't been his greatest act as Robin's friend.