"What the bloody hell happened in Camelot?"
"How did we let this happen?"
"We need to bring her back."
"We need to get that dagger back into our possession."
"Does anyone remember anything?"
Reginas brain was practically buzzing. She could feel a headache slowly taking over the entirety of her mind as she stared into her coffee mug, the dark liquid pulling her into its depths, attempting, but not succeeding in clearing her mind and bringing back her erased memories. Her index finger running along the rim of it as she tried to cancel out any and all noises from the background, most of Storybrook gathered inside Granny's dinner. She tapped her finger against the mug, the image of Emma as the Dark on not going out of her mind. Her Emma.
"My Emma." She mouthed the words to herself, no one else being close enough to hear her. My Emma?The thought startled her. Coming out of nowhere, Emma being hers? No, that made absolutely no sense to her, so she dismissed the thought completely, and stood up, ignoring Marry Margaret who tried to approach her, and left out the front door of the dinner, the bell ringing behind her, before the pixie haired woman was able to say anything to her.
The air was close to freezing in Storybrook, but Regina didn't care one bit. She walked through the dim light streets before convincing herself that she was far enough from the crowd to do what she must do. To summon Emma. She took one deep breath before the name left her lips three times, and her eyes once again landed on the Dark One.
"Emma."Her name came out as nothing but a breath, as Emma, in all her dark glory appeared mere inches away from Regina.
"Your majesty." Regina swore that Emmas eyes landed on her lips once, before the now grayish greens locked with hers, a spark hidden deep inside them. Reginas eyes searched for any hint of the old Emma inside the Dark one, but it seemed that she was long gone. Even her bright smile was gone, now replaced with a vicious smirk upon pale lips.
"Emma, how did this happen to you? What happened in Camelot?" Regina could feel Emmas breath tickling her lips, and it must have been their close proximity that increased her hearts beat, nothing more but that. The air of the Dark one sending shivers down her spine. Nothing more then that. Nothing more, she repeated in her mind as Emmas eyes shamelessly took in every inch of the former Evil Queen, who now in front of the Dark One felt like nothing but a fragile woman.
"What happened is for me to know, and for you to find out, your majesty." Her voice was as cold as ice and could cut right through your skin just by listening to it. But once again Regina saw a hint of the spark in the Dark Ones eyes, in Emmas eyes. Maybe there is hope. Maybe, just maybe.
"You shouldn't do that." A hint of a spark in her eyes, and now a hint of old Emma in her voice, not the Dark One, not the Saviour, just Emma, the woman who years ago stood in front of her porch with a shy smile on her lips, the woman who came into her life and changed it profoundly.
"Do what exactly?"
"Have hope. You know every curse has a saviour, but this one, this time, there is non. So don´t go around thinking you can change something or fix it, because you can´t. No one can. You are the one that destroyed me, you made me the Dark One. Now live with it." And with that she disappeared into dark smoke in front of Reginas eyes, who was now even more confused then before. She wrapped her arms around her waist, her stomach twisting inside her with guilt, because even though she remembered nothing that happened in Camelot, she knew one thing for sure, she was the one who turned Emma into the Dark One. The way she spoke out the words, You are the one … you made me … she made it more then clear enough for Regina, that she only meant her.
It was her fault, and even though she was told not to have hope, Regina was never good at following other peoples orders, and hope is exactly what she needed in that moment. Now more then ever, she was determined to do what is right, do anything she can to bring her back. Bring old Emma back and save her from the darkness that is blinding her heart.
"I promise, Emma, I will bring you back to me." Regina was completely oblivious to the last two words that crossed her lips, the cold running deep through her bones as she made her way back to the dinner. She knew only one other person that would truly be able to help her find a way to get Emma back, someone who loved her unconditionally. And that person was Henry.
As Regina entered the dinner, the bell once again chiming above her head, she did not notice Emma standing on the other side of the street, a small but genuine smile on pale lips, that as quickly as it appeared, it was dismissed by the blond, and with one last glance into the dinner, her eyes following the former queen as she walked over to their son, she turned around and walked down the road, leading to nothing but complete solitude.