Scara Rose, The Warrior

Chapter 19

-Flashback-

Henry's pov

Even though my birth mother, Emma Swan, broke the curse almost 3 years ago, I'm still going to school. I'm now 13 and in the 8th grade. There's only one school in Storybrooke, so I'm still at the same school as my grandma.

I'm currently outside for lunch. Normally we wouldn't, but my mother Regina insists that if the weather is nice, we spend as much time outside.

I love it, and so does everyone else.

I wouldn't say I'm popular, but when your mom is the mayor and your other mom is The Savior, you're not exactly just another face in the crowd. Because of this, I know almost everyone, or at least their face.

I suddenly notice a boy a few years older than me sitting alone. Even though everyone at the school gets along fine, there are still tight social groups.

He's sitting at a picnic table underneath a tree. He has a sack lunch, but it didn't look like he's hungry. In fact, he looks kind of upset.

He's a muscular kid with light brown hair and deep brown eyes. His hair needs a trim as it is a little shaggy. He looks like he's only a few years older than me.

"Hey," I say, sitting down across from him, "I don't think I've seen you around here before."

"I transferred here a few months ago," he says, looking up from the wooden table.

"With the last curse?"

"Around that time, yeah."

"What's your name? I'm Henry Mills."

"I'm Chris Anderson."

"Chris, why are you upset?"

All the newfound happiness is wiped off his face.

"It's a burden you shouldn't have to bear."

I give him my infamous "don't-you-give-me-that-crap" look. He simply sighs.

"Ok, well I've lost everyone I care about. My dad died when I was a baby, my girlfriend was killed because of me, and then my mom passed."

I'm in total shock. I thought maybe he was grounded, or his dog died, or something, but no he lost what sounds like his entire family. I can't imagine what he must be going through.

"I'm so sorry."

He gives me what is no doubt the saddest smile I've ever seen.

"Do you want to be friends?" I ask, when I get over my shock.

"I don't want you to do that out of guilt."

"I'm not," I say with confidence, "I may be pretty well known, but that doesn't mean I fit in with any of these groups. I don't actually have any real good friends."

"And neither do I, around here at least" he adds in, perking up a tad, "but won't it bother you that I'm like two years older than you?"

"Nope," I say with a smile.

He smiles back and we talk for the rest of the day. I think it's safe to assume that we're going to be great friends.

-End flashback-

Scara's pov

My grandson has been staring at my locket for a while now, and I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who notices.

"Henry," Emma asks, "What's wrong?"

"Chris Anderson?" he whispers very softly.

I almost didn't hear him, but I did.

"What?" I ask in disbelief.

I'm taken so off guard, that I drop my open locket so it hangs around my neck. I then quickly place my hands on Henry's shoulders and force him to look at me.

"What did you just say?"

"Chris Anderson," Henry says, looking to me with a bright smile.

"What!" Regina says, swiftly coming up to see the picture. I'm in so much shock that I didn't even notice.

"Oh my God, that is him."

"He's alive?" I breathe out in a small, shaky voice.

"Yeah," Henry says with a wide smile, "he's very much alive. He's in Storybrooke."

Emma's pov

I remember Henry mentioning a new friend some time ago by the name of Chris. This must be him. I never got the chance to meet him, but Regina did once.

I can see a great burden is lifted off my sister's shoulders. She seems more relaxed, and is smiling like a maniac.

"Thank you, God," she says on the verge of tears.

She hugs Henry tightly.

"So you've seen him, met him, how is he?"

I see my son give Scara a very sympathetic smile.

"He misses you, a lot. When I met him, he was the saddest person I've ever seen. He's doing better than he was then, but he's still in pain. He lost his mom shortly after he lost you, and he also blames himself for what happened."

"He has no one," Scara says painfully, "it wasn't his fault what happened. He needs to know that."

"Hades destroyed the phone that allows us to talk to the living," Snow points out sadly.

"If I was to give you a note before you left here, could you give it to him?"

"Of course," Henry smiles.

Scara returns his smile, wipes her eyes, and then turns to us.

"Now let's work on getting you all home, because I'm not moving on until you have a way home."