The Art of Darkness

Chapter Eleven

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Chapter Eleven

"It's dusk. Night is falling. Henry should have been back ages ago." Regina turned to the pirate, anxious. "We should go get him."

"You're right ... I suppose. He is just a lad afterall."

"Pack some food and weapons. We don't know who or what's waiting for us."

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"Huh!" Shouted the queen in frustration. "I thought I had beaten down that boy. Next thing I find out is he's magical! Why didn't you tell me!?" Rumpelstiltskin took a step forward with a confused look.

"He has ... magic?"

"Yes!" She sounded exasperated.

"Isaac never told me ..." He muttered, "He must not know ...." The queen took a step towards Lord Gold.

"I want you to go to the Island. Find the ship. Regina and the coward with a hook for a hand are packing to go help the boy. I want them gone. Kill the pirate and bring me the bandit."

"Yes my Queen. I will execute your orders. Let me go home and tell my wife where I am going. You see, we just had a baby and I would hate for her to be worried."

"Very well." As Gold poofed away, the Queen paced across the room, trying to think of how to take down the boy. Even Snow with her heart so black, could not just kill an innocent boy. But he's not innocent! She reminded herself. He has magic. But he didn't seem to know he seemed so ... surprised. That's it! I will take him in. Raise him as my own. Teach him how to be powerful with dark magic!

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"Henry!"

"Henry!"

"Maybe these are his footprints."

"No Killian those are ... well they are footprints!"

"You see Regina, I'm actually quite perceptive."

"No, Pirate, their not his. It looks like ... larger. Wearing high heels. The queen has been here." She stood abruptly and pulled an arrow out of her quiver. She lined it up and pulled her bow taught in one fluid, quick motion.

"Are you sure?" Regina looked around, surveying the arrow but never loosening her grip.

"Hello! I've been avoiding the Queen for years. Living in the forest and tracking her. Of course it's her!" The pirate decided it was best to not speak up while Regina continued looking around.

A few moments she came back out from the sheet of trees. "It was her. She dug a big crevice through the middle of the island. But there's something weird about it ... There's a bridge."

"That's quite strange. The queen wouldn't try to help us. It must be a trap."

"I don't think it his. Henry's muddy footprints go all the way across. Also ... if what Henry told me about his family is true, he is descended from the best of light magic and the best of dark. He also told me he used a magic quill to write himself into this story. According to the books I've read that must mean he is the author."

"The author?"

"Yes. The author has immense power. They also have one responsibility ... to write our stories."

"Sto-"

"I know it doesn't make sense! But authors don't have magic and Henry seemed to know a lot about being magical."

"What are you saying!?"

"I'm saying that Henry is not only the author! He's also a wizard. I don't think he knew but ... I think he is!