"Are you still upset with me?" He asked, tying the first bow slowly.
"No, I'm not." She said back. "Ares taught me how to control my temper." She smiled at the thought of her boyfriend. Pan, however, grew jealous and decided it would be fun to tug...
Granny's Diner. Down here, it's called the Blind Witch's. I felt empty. So numb. I had just said goodbye to the man I loved. The rum helped drown my sorrows, even if it left a foul taste in my mouth.
Suddenly, the door was opened and in walked the King of Camelot himself. I wonder how he died. Everyone's eyes were on him, staring at the man in armour. He sat down at the diner counter, a few seats over. He hadn't noticed me yet.
"Excuse me? Can you tell me where I am exactly?" He asked the little boy next to him. The boy reminded me of Roland. The boy I never got to say goodbye to. His last memeory of me was me inflicting pain and terror amongst the people I love.
"No. I don't want coffee." He spat. "I wanna know what this place is." I downed the last sip of my rum and aggressively placed the glass on the table.
"Well, I think that's quite obvious, Your Majesty," I said, standing and walking over to Arthur. My father, who was sitting in the corner of the diner, stood as well. Suddenly, I felt myself being pinned to the diner door. I felt what I assumed to be a butter knife at my throat.
"You got lucky last time we met." He didn't faze me. "Now, you tell me where I am, or I run you through."
"That's not gonna do anything to me down here." I said. "You can't kill someone who's already dead."
"Are you having a hard time accepting it?" My father asked. Arthur backed away slowly. The shock finally settled on his eyes. "You know where you are."
"No," he trembled. He looked around, noticing all the familiar faces. The dead faces. "No, but I had so much left to do."
"That makes three of us." I explained. "We promised a couple of people that we would move on from this place, but we still can't. So we need to know what the hell is going on back up in Storybrooke." Arthur seemed scared of me. Scared of death. Though, death had already come. "Who killed you?" My father didn't even try to stop me. He knew this was my way of letting it out.
"No! No, no!" Arthur shouted.
"Denial, greef, anger. Can we just get to acceptance?" My father asked politely. "Who killed you?"
"He said his name was Hades." Arthur finally answered. Now the shock was on my father and I's faces.
"Did you see Emma and the others?" My dad asked him. "Have they any idea how to stop him?"
