Identity- Once Upon A Time

The Battle For Storybrooke

The streets held within them a silence, a calm before the storm. The buildings seemed to tremble with anticipation and the dark clouds gathered overhead. Snow sprinkled down from the sky in clusters and dotted the dark tar road. What was to come would change everything.

"Pan!" Henry called angrily. His voice trembled with both vigor and fear. "I challenge you!" 

Pan teleported in front of him, still in Henry's form. It was odd to have such hatred toward one's self, Henry thought. He had become used to his new form and magic and found it hard to think back to how things once were.

"What do you want?" Pan snarled. His eyes changed from the deep brown to a blood red, darker than they had gotten when he was in his original form.

"I want both of our Identities returned to us!" Henry said sharply. He stood his ground, waiting for Pan to lash out.

"Identities?" Pan chuckled darkly. "Why would I give it back to you when you had so much unused power?" He waved his hand in the air and morphed the pavement into magically enforced chains. "See,  unbreakable chains from mere concrete."

Henry looked to the ground contemplating his next steps,  "You're not all powerful you know." 

"I beg to differ lad."

"You see, I have a few tricks up my sleeve as well." Henry tugged at the chains roughly as if he was trying to escape.

"Seriously? A futile attempt to escape? That's all you've got?" An arm grabbed Pan's wrist and strapped a cuff onto it.

"Hello Pan." Gold grinned from behind.

"You see, the power of distraction is very important too," Henry mocked. "Oh and another thing," Henry suddenly made the unbreakable chains turn to dust. "Unfortunately for you, your magic is my magic as well."

Pan laughed insanely as he clutched the cuff that bound his wrist. The chill of the air got colder as his laughs carried in the winter wind. "Well played. I didn't know such a simple boy like you could plan this out." He paced up to Henry still clutching the cuff, "Unfortunately for you as well, I. made. this. cuff." Pan tore off the cuff and smashed Henry on the side of the head with a beating curse. One after another, quick as a whip, welts were made on his head and back that he could not cast off. Henry collapses quickly on the cold pavement.

Pan raised his hand into the air with zeal and summoned all the lost boys at once.

"BOYS!" He yelled and the lost boys responded with war cries. "Let's play," The boys ran into the streets just as they did last time. The only difference was, the residents could fight back! Clangs of swords rung throughout the streets and screams from both sides echoed wildly. Blood once again stained the tar crimson, now with lost-boy blood.

Just as the residents felt like they had a chance, a hope of victory, an ear piercing scream deafened them.

"ENOUGH!" The wind itself had stopped. A girl in a black gown, a symbol of death now stood next to Pan and over the unconscious Henry. "What a pathetic group of children." She sneered as she walked through the frightened crowd. "A chance at victory some of you thought. Perhaps things would return to normal?" Dark Lily laughed sadistically. "What a useless bunch you all are,"

"Who the hell are you?" Emma smeared the blood off her cheek.

"Who am I?" Dark Lily shook her head. "You were right to get that feeling about me you know. Maybe she's a monster, maybe she's a wraith in disguise. Maybe...you were right."

Emma dropped her weapon in front of the girl. "Lily," Her eyes widened with rage, "What did you do to her Pan?"

"Returned to her natural form." He said with a malevolent smug.