Here I am sitting on the edge of my bed, being completely useless; while everyone else is risking their life trying to find a way to undermine the final battle. Mom and Regina, said I could come, but I refused. I didn't want to black out again on top of everything else. So instead I'm here on the edge of my bed, doing absolutely nothing. I look down at my hands to look at the source of my dilemma, the authors' pen. It's a enchanted quill that allows me to write the stories of those who live here with me, in Storybrooke. It is about five inches long with a quill like point at the end and a black ball that sits at the top. It's causing me to black out, and write things I have no recollection of recording. Isaac said that it's because the story is ending, after which I'm assuming they will be transported home. What worries me the most is that I may not get to go with them. I was born here and the last time something like this happened, I was the only one left behind, but I wasn't the author then. Which brings me to my next dilemma, what if I'm not the author when the story ends? What then? My head is filled to the brim with thoughts like these.
"It'll be alright Henry." I immediately stood and did a full one-eighty. No one there, did I imagine it?
"Who's there?""Wait, you can hear me?"
"Of course I can I'm not deaf, now who and where are you?"
"Forgive me I don't remember my name and you haven't given me one."
"What are you talking about? Just show yourself!"
"If you want me to do that, you must give me a name. As for your second question, I'm right here, in your hand."
"What?" but i looked down at the quill. In that moment it had this glimmering quality that i had only seen once. When i first became the author it glowed like this. It mesmerized me just like it did then.
"Henry?!" at the sound of its voice i quickly snapped back to reality. "Are you listening?"
"Oh..um...yes?"
"I said how is it that you can hear me?" i answered with a shrug. I sat back on the bed. I'm so confused i almost wish i couldn't hear it.
"How am i supposed to know? And if you're the quill, why don't you know?"
"My past masters have not been able to. And if you want to continue to be able to then you need to give me a name."
"What does that even mean? How would i give you a name? Why don't you just tell me what it is?" i was getting a bit heated, i mean this on top everything else? I'd rather be bored.
"Weren't you listening before? I don't have one."
"How do you not have a name?"
"I did, once." i instantly calmed, all the anger dissipated and fizzled away on my tongue. she er him or it had heard a trace of sadness in their voice.
"What happened?"
"I suppose that's a bit of a lie, i have a name. I just know it's not mine." my head tipped to the side in confusion. "You're confused, i suppose i shouldn't have expected something different. I'll try my best to explain, has anyone ever mistaken you for someone else? Called you by their name?"
"A few times. Why?"
"It felt wrong right? Like it wasn't you, and even though you share similarities you recognize that that person and you are forever different." i found myself nodding along, so far so good. "Now as for me, i feel as if i've been called by a name that's never been mine, and so after awhile i lost sense of the person i was and meant to be. Til i faded away into something that couldn't exist in this world. I call it becoming a "silhouette"." it took me a second to process the idea of something so preposterous. Then,
"So what was it?"
"What was what?"
"Your name, it may not suit you, but i do need something to call you."
"Rawiya, my name was Rawiya." i had just opened my mouth to say something else, but i heard the downstairs shut loudly. My eyes immediately looked at the clock it was only three. No one was due home yet, my hand instinctively reached for the sword i kept by my bedside, concealed against the wall. I was in the ready position and my body ready to attack, then,
"Henry are you there?" violet, i forgot we had a date today. i almost want to hide and stay silent so i could talk to Rawiya some more, but i can't. Instead i throw my sword onto the bed and start down the stairs.
"I'm here." i said pasting a smile on my face.
"Ready to have some fun?" instead of answering her question i opened my mouth to tell her about the quill. And as if sensing it, i heard Rawiya say,
"Don't tell her, she can't hear me anyway." so i don't, instead i nod and opened the door.
"I always have fun when i'm with you."
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To Find Those We Have Lost
FanfictionSet right after Henry becomes the author in season 4. Henry doesn't break the quill. The fight against gold and Isaac has been prolonged and Henry feels as if there is nothing he can do to help. He finds answers in the most unexpected of places...