A/N: So excited for this new season!
Everything she is or has ever been floats around her and through her. This isn't a story with a happy ending. Sometimes she wonders if it ends at all.
They betrayed her. (They couldn't save her).
She remembers that she used to love them, once. (She doesn't remember how to, anymore, and it's easier not to look too long into that abyss).
She is not who she used to be. Not who she wants to be.
She is more powerful than anyone, and her heart is very still.
Swan. Emma Swan. A swan, black-winged, wheeling below the clouds. Could she fly? Would she?
She flies no longer. Not since the long ago days of cinnamon and smiles, the surety of family and the beginnings of love.
Night, darkness, failure.
Her.
They all fall down to earth.