"She's here."
Heavy, dark clouds raced to Storybrooke. The sounds of lightning and thunder shook the town. To the unknowing bystanders the storm was viewed as a freak storm, but to the expecting party at the bay knew what was coming.
The water rocked back and forth violently with the storm as the docked boats collapsed against one another, the gushing wind sending the debris flying towards the shore. The five people on the docks shielded themselves as they watched the waves. They could only see a silver tail lift itself out of the water as it approached.
"Vissa!" Pan tried to the reason with the owner of the silver tail. "Stop this!"
A head lifted out of the water, closer to the shore than they expected, the cold look of the girl was far more threatening than the storm she conjured. She smiled cruelly at the boy waiting at the shore. "Why, Pan? Are you scared?" she asked, getting even closer.
"Vissa." he said sighing.
"Save it." she said, cutting off whatever he was about to say. Her tail had now morphed into a pair of legs as she started to walk on the sea covered sand.
"She has legs?" Emma asked Hook. "I thought mermaids couldn't walk unless it was a full moon."
"She's the Mermaid Queen, love." Hook said. "I doubt there's much she can't do."
"You're right, pirate." the mermaid girl said laughing, as she was almost out of the water. "And you should be afraid, when I'm done with this town-" The moment she her feet left the water, she collapsed suddenly, in the middle of her sentence.
They all looked at the unconscious girl confused. "Well, that was a little anti-climatic." Emma commented.
"Vissa?!" Pan called out to her as he ran to her, checking to see if she was still alive. The others crowded around her, trying to make sense of the scene.
"Is she alive?" Mary Margaret asked.
Vissa's eyes suddenly opened, making them all jump back, except for Pan who was cradling her.
She smiled when she saw his face, her shaky hands reaching for his cheek. "Malcolm." she whispered before her eyes closed again and her hand fell.
