Requested by @ameliadaniellegold on Tumblr. Have fun! <3

Note: The roleplay akes place after S04E22.

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It had been a few weeks since Henry became the new Author. He'd kept the book with him, as always, but he'd noticed something odd was going on. He wondered lately, a question stuck in his mind. Why the book has been writing itself?

He woke up every morning and saw new pages on the book. Pages he hadn't written, yet, they were there. Henry couldn't help but wonder who wrote them, if it wasn't the book itself. Henry knew it wasn't Isaac —the previous Author— since the recent events that made him the Author had taken place. And this question kept him intrigued, curious and a little bit obsessed with theorizing who could be the one writing.

But he still had a life apart from that. One day, as usual, he was at Granny's, sitting down near the window and having breakfast with Regina, quite peacefully. But, as he stirred the hot cocoa in his mug he glanced over at the counter and saw someone. A girl.

She wasn't from Storybrooke, he could tell. Henry knew everyone in town by now. And she looked suspicious, with a book under her arm that Henry knew all too well. He put the mug down on the table and, before he could think it through, his curiosity had him on his feet.

"—Hi... I'm sorry, what's that book you're reading?"

He asked, as he approached the girl sitting in front of the counter. His eyes glanced at the book in her arm —identical to his—, before he looked at her face again. He didn't know her, that much, he could confirm. He was curious. Who was this girl? Why did she have the book? Was she the one writing on it?