A Story That Will Never Die {Henry Mills/OUAT} [2]

Operation Mongoose Part 1

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A lot has happened since you've last seen me. It is so much that I can't even explain all of it. Emma went and found her ex-friend and brought her back to Maleficent, who is her ex-friend's mom. Something happened with Zelena and now the Author is free. Is it too much to ask for a normal day? The group and I are currently in the library at the Sorcerer's Mansion trying to find out what the Author is writing by the tons of books.

"Nothing. They're all still blank," Regina let out an aggravated sigh as she flipped through the empty book, "Whatever the Author is writing, it's not appearing in any of the books," She pushed the book to the side, "This is useless."

Robin walked over to her with more books, "Easy," He took her hand, "This is not your fault."

"Even so, tomorrow, thanks to Gold and the Author, I could wake up a talking frog." Regina set the next book down with more care than the other one.

"At least you'll wake up," Hook said from his place slumped in a chair, "I don't doubt that whatever the Dark Once has in store for me is a far worse fate."

I placed my head down on the table as I flipped through the blank pages. I let out a bored and annoyed sigh. "Someone kill me now. I can't take it anymore," Henry reached over without looking and patted my head. I blinked in slight confusion and looked over at him, "Did you just... Pat my head?"

David cut into the conversation, getting us back on task, "Well, there's no use speculating what he wants. We just need to stop it. And if there's nothing useful here, we need to move on. Find something else that can help."

August walked into the room, "I might know just the thing."

David looked at August in confusion, "August, I thought you didn't know anything more about the Author."

Emma spoke for him, "He doesn't, but he knows someone who does. That's why I called him over here."

Mary-Margaret looked at August, expectantly, "Who?"

"The man who gave him his power—the Apprentice," August had a smirk on his face as he told us. Mary-Margaret tilted her head to the side. August looked over at Henry and I, "I met once him when I was living in Phuket. He was the one who told me about the storybook and that I should learn everything about it."

"If he was in Storybrooke, could you find him?" David asked.

" Well, I haven't seen him, but," August reached into his pocket for something. He pulled out a folded piece of paper and unfolded it. It was a sketch of an old man with long hair and a long beard, "That's what he looks like."