AN:/ I am starting this one too as it has been sitting on my computer for a bit. Just felt like getting it out there. The title is based off of the Song by Iron & Wine. It's called 'Flightless Bird, American Mouth'. It's fabulous. I hope you enjoy and I will be updating this & Halo tomorrow after I get home. Thanks for all the love and support you guys. XX
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When she awakens, her heart is heavy and her mind is clouded.
She can hear the birds chirping, and the wind singing its sweet, hollowed sounds. She can hear the leaves rustling in the trees, taste the cool air. She can taste and feel dust in the air, like the worn pages of a book against your fingertips.
Her heart thunders softly under her touch as she opens her eyes.
She turns her head, and finds flowers. Oh the flowers. She's encased in flowers. A bed of peonies, light pink roses and baby's breath.
Daisy's and other jewels woven into her long hair.
She's sleepy, but she's awoken, as if her body has been in the deepest slumber for ages.
.
The glass moves easily as she stands, looking like a broken angel.
She has no recollection of the past, no recollection of who she is.
She finds a mirror, and stares at her reflection.
A tall, slender blonde woman stares back at her. Eyes dark blue universes, cheeks still regaining color. Her hair is long, and golden, shining slightly in the artificial light.
She was in a crypt.
She sees candles lit all around the room. Part of her wonders how they lit when they weren't lit before.
.
She walks outside, and the breeze is cold.
She's only wearing a light white dress, that touches the ground. Simple beading.
Her feet are bare.
The only two things that may help her is the ring on her finger and the locket around her neck.
Her feet carry her to a shop. It looks to be a pawn shop.
Her eyes are sleep filled, half open. Not fully awake, but not sleeping either.
She pushes open the door.
She sees a man, working behind a glass counter.
His eyes look up, as they widen.
He knows her somehow, she figures.
She turns her head, a flower falling to the ground.
"Emma," He says, his Scottish accent breaking slightly.
Emma?
She feels a calling deep down in her chest towards something. Someone perhaps.
.
His name is Rumplestiltskin and he tells her of a place, or well of the location of whom she needs to regain her memories.
She nods, taking in the information. He's in a place called the Enchanted Forest.
Perhaps.
He hands her a small, clear bean.
"Everyone else is there too…there is a bloody war going on Princess," He says.
"I'll guide you, but we will be separated once we arrive there."
It's all she has to go on.
.
She lands with a hard thud on the ground.
She's alone again.
She's not as she was.
Her body thrums with something else.
Magic.
She walks through the forest, her dress floating just above the ground.
Just like an angel.
Killian leapt down from the beanstalk and brushed off the dirt from his pants.
He turned back to her and held out a hand.
She hung onto the vines of the beanstalk with one hand, and gripped his hand with her free one. She took his hand as he helped her jump down from the stalk.
She looks at the ruins and gasped softly.
"What happened here?" She asked quietly.
"It's where the final battle was." He replied.
"Give me your hand." He said quickly.
"What?" She asked confused.
Hook looked to her hand.
"Your hand-it's cut. Let me help you." She shakes her head.
She saw the blood beginning to drip.
"No, no. It's fine." She protested.
"No, it's not." Hook took her hand against her will and, drawing her close to him, he inspected it carefully. She breathed in his scent.
The ocean. Rum, salty air, a mix that weakened her knees and caused her pulse to race.
She gave him a weak dark glance.
"So, now you're going to be a gentleman?"
Hook leaned in close and whispered, "Giants can smell blood. And I'm always a gentleman."
He drew a small bottle out and uncorked it with his teeth, spitting it back on the ground, and poured it all over her bloody hand.
It hurt like hell. "What the hell is that?" She growled.
"It's rum." He answered simply. "And a bloody waste of it."
He removed his scarf from around his neck and wrapped it around her stinging palm.
"Now, here's the plan: We wait for the giant to fall asleep. And when he does, we'll sneak past him into his cave. It's where the treasure lies-where the compass is."
"And then?" She asked training her eyes on his.
"And then we run like hell." He whispered in her ear.
She leaned back a little.
"I don't have time to wait for a giant to fall asleep." She said defiantly.
He laughed a little at my rebellious tendencies.
"The powder Mulan gave us-we can to use it. We have to knock him out." She said.
Hook cocked his head to the side. "Well, that's riskier." He said in a bland voice.
No adventure for him today apparently.
"Riskier than waiting for a giant to fall asleep?" She asked, challenging him.
He looked down at her, his eyes straying just a little too far down to her lips for a second too long, and grinned.
She surpreses a shiver.
"Point taken." He said.
"You're a tough lass. You'd make one hell of a pirate." He said with a smirk.
She let go of him and looked at his wrist.
"Who's Milah, on the tattoo?" She asked, looking to the name written on his wrist in a red heart.
Hook averted her eyes and walked away, going past her.
"Someone from long ago." He said in a sad yet stern voice.
She blinked softly.
"Where is she?" She asked quietly.
"She's gone." He responded shortly, bitterly, and most importantly sadly.
She paused to think. "Gold," She breathed.
"Rumpelstiltskin. He took more than your hand, didn't he?" She asked sadly.
"That's why you want to kill him." She deduced.
Hook turned on me angrily and snapped. "For someone who's never been in love, you're quite perceptive, aren't you?"
She stopped as he walked away. "Maybe I was-once." She said.
The memory is brief, sudden and everything confuses her for a moment.
She comes across a large stone wall, looking to what leads to be a castle.
.
She walks in, and receives odd looks and startled glances.
Her feet are tired and sore as hunger nabs away at her stomach.
She sees men in armor walking by.
Some of them are young.
Some of them are old so they hobble slightly when they walk.
Some of them are boys.
.
Somehow, she wanders into a palace.
Marble floors, cold beneath her now aching feet.
She sees guards, some whose eyes widen.
She hears people arguing, many different voices.
"We need to stop the war on the front!" A man yells.
"Do what you need to do," A tired voice says.
Leroy Stands, his eyes widened as he looks to Mary Margaret, or Snow.
"It would appear so." David says. Her father.
Ruby's voice is small, not the loud boom and happiness She was used to. "What do we do now?"
"Now? Now I find my daughter." Mary Margaret says.
She decides to make herself known. "So it's true?" She asks, disbelief lining my voice.
David and Mary Margaret turn to face me.
They're silent for a very long time before her mother takes her in her arms, whispering something so broken.
"You Found us."
"My king, we feel that this war is taking a toll on your psyche, perhaps we should…" The man doesn't get to finish.
"MY DAUGHTER IS DEAD. DON'T YOU SEE? SHE WOULD HAVE FOUGHT!" He suddenly yells. The room falls silent.
Her head which had been resting against the door, suddenly makes it fall open.
She lands on the floor.
"Emma?" A broken woman's voice asks.
She opens her eyes and see the woman from her vision looming over her.
Her hair is longer now, curling in long waves. "David," She says.
The woman's happy.
She smiles before falling unconscious.
.
Her memories come back to her in fragments more and more each day.
Mixing with the new ones.
Regina was at war with her parents (again).
Henry was with Regina (safe).
People were dying, and the war was taking a toll.
She had been 'dead' for five years.
Each day she learns to fight.
Swords, arrows, guns, knives.
She's being trained in new ways.
Months after being awoken I hear a name familiar being spoken.
"Hook".
.
Her parents have rarely mentioned the name, but it brings Emma confusion.
When she sleeps she sees dark hair, ocean eyes and something silver gleaming.
She hears lilting Irish voices, and sometimes she can almost see him.
She learns how to heal the wounded, and help herself, but she's unhappy.
Something is missing and whomever it is will help her retrieve her memories.
.
It's winter when she sets off.