A/N: This is my very first OUAT story but watching 6x10 I just had to do this... I had promised myself to never (again) publish a story before it was finished or at least almost finished but I couldn't help myself. I don't know how long this is going to become, a lot will depend if anyone is even interested in this story. For now it's all still kind of a mystery, even to me.

I'm not a native speaker but I try to reread my stories as many times as possible hoping to find all mistakes, of course any writer knows that it's almost impossible to find them all. So if you find any please let me know and I will correct them.

About this chapter: this is my take on what Emma went through when the wish was granted. SPOILER ALERT for 6x10!

I don't own anything obviously (disclaimer).

I hope you enjoy reading, the next chapter will be up in a short while because I wrote them at the same time. If you like to tell me what you think should happen next then leave a review. I'm not making any promises but ideas are always welcome.

"I wish... that Emma Swan's wish to have never been the Savior... be granted." The Evil Queen said.

Aladdin had no choice but to comply, he tried to fight it of course but it was to no avail. He raised his arm and the magic within him did the rest. The Evil Queen's wish was granted...

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Swords clashing... a blonde figure falling to the ground... a sign 'Welcome to Storybrooke'... The Evil Queen laughing victoriously... Mom, Dad, strange man forging plans to defeat her... Savior... Henry... Magic... Falling falling falling...

Emma woke with a start, sweating and gasping for air. She felt sore in some parts of her body and realized she had fallen from her bed. She rolled onto her back and tried to catch her breath. She inhaled deep and let it out slowly, her eyes closed. When all the air had left her lungs she felt much more relaxed. She inhaled again, much calmer this time and slowly opened her eyes.

She was about to get up when something shiny caught her attention. She tentatively reached under her bed and pulled a sword from under it. A sword?! She was surprised by the weight but somehow holding it felt rather natural. Which was strange because Emma had seldom held a sword. Her father and mother had wanted to teach her, but Emma wasn't into sword fighting and had declined. Why should she learn how to wield one when there was no need for it?

She was well protected by the guards and her parents. There was also nothing she needed protecting from. The Dark One was locked up and the Evil Queen had been successfully banished by her own parents. She smiled to herself feeling safe but something was still bothering her.

Her brow furrowed and she tried to recall what had made her fall out of bed. A dream! A strange dream! There were a lot of familiar faces but also new ones and everyone she knew looked different. Younger also. The place where they had been, looked unfamiliar as well... no castles, less nature, smaller dwellings of a kind she had never encountered before. What was it called? Emma tried to remember if the name had come up. It had! Storybrooke! But Emma had never heard of such a place. Her frown deepened.

The Evil Queen! She remembered with a start, she had only seen paintings of Regina because her parents had gotten rid of her before Emma was even born. She might never have met the Evil Queen in real life, nevertheless she had definitely seen her in her dream. None of it was making sense to Emma and how had that sword ended up under her bed?

Savior... the word sounded odd and familiar at the same time. Nothing made sense. Still sat on the floor next to her bed deep in thought, Emma put the sword down next to her and shook her head trying to rid her mind of the fantastical dream. Emma remembered it was her birthday and again she smiled to herself.

She wondered where Henry was because usually he brought her breakfast on her birthdays. He was probably practicing his sword fighting skills because he was about the become a knight of the realm, his lifelong dream. Emma lovingly reminisced how a much smaller Henry had been playing with swords when he was barely able to walk properly. The smile on her face only increased. Thinking about her son made her realize how perfect her life was, there was nothing more she could wish for, she had it all. The only thing that was missing, was a partner maybe. Losing Neal still pained her but she knew he was at peace and she hadn't met anyone besides Neal that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with.

The princess got dressed and went in search of her parents. When she couldn't find them, she figured they were probably busy preparing her birthday feast like they did every year. It didn't matter that their only daughter had been in her thirties by now.

Emma busied herself until it was time to attend her party. She entered the hall where all her visitors were already waiting for her. A big cake with one small star-shaped candle was placed on a table. She knew the party wouldn't start until she blew it out. Quickly glancing around she saw all her friends, her parents, however Henry wasn't there. It didn't matter, he had probably lost track of time again, like boys his age are known to do.

She closed her eyes and briefly wondered what she would wish for... some random thoughts ran through her mind (mostly from her dream) but in the end she chose not to wish for anything because there simply wasn't anything else she wanted. Like she had realized earlier today she was completely happy. She blew it out and everyone started applauding and congratulating her, she opened her eyes and smiled warmly at them. She looked at her parents, standing only a couple feet away, beaming proudly.

"Mommy. Daddy" she smiled at them even warmer.

"So tell us, Princess, what did you wish for?" Grumpy asked.

"Not a thing." She answered honestly. "Everything I could ever want is right here." The words left her mouth, but had a bitter taste. Suddenly images of her dream flashed through her mind again and Emma wasn't sure if she really had everything she could want. For a brief moment her life felt like a lie. No, that couldn't be true!

She tried to compose herself before anyone noticed something was off but of course her mother had noticed. She walked over and asked what was wrong. Although she asked warmly, there was a demanding quality in her question making it clear she didn't want to be placated with nonsense.

Emma sighed before facing her mother and slowly starting to retell her dream. Her mother tried to reassure her but the blonde didn't want to be reassured. The more she was talking about it, the more excited she became. "But in my dream, I was in this strange, fantastical land unlike anything I'd ever seen before, and we were still fighting her..." A strange sensation ran through her and her heart suddenly beat much faster. "...all of us. And this place... had a name. It was called... Storybrooke." By now she was almost breathless.

Her father placed a comforting hand on hers and told her it was only a dream but Emma wasn't letting go just yet. If it had been just a dream, why had it felt so real. Why was a small part of her longing for the adventure and the excitement? For the first time in her life she had the feeling her parents weren't really listening to what she was trying to tell them.

"Then when I woke up, I found this." She showed them the sword that had been under her bed this morning.

Again her mother had an answer ready. "Well, one of the servants must have put it there. They were cleaning the armory."

This didn't make any sense to Emma, the armory was nowhere near her bedroom so why would the servants put a sword under her bed... there was enough storage room to put weapons in, they really didn't need her bedroom too.

She wanted to disagree and tell her mother those things but they were interrupted by a very apologetic Henry. As Emma had figured he had lost track of time but she forgave him easily because she loved her son and knew that his big day was soon coming and she just wanted him to be happy. That's all she ever wanted, wasn't it. The love for her son and her parents made her put the dream in the back of her mind. They were right of course, a dream was just a dream... nothing to worry about.

She proudly watched her son with the sword declaring he would defend them all. If they ever needed a savior again, he was on his way to become one.

Thanks for reading, let me know what you think. Chapter two is from Regina's point of view. Later on in the story both views will probably come together.