Chapter One - Preview

Author's Note: I dedicate this story to my best friend who encouraged me every second to work out my talent. This is only for you, dear!

Life is riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving - Albert Einstein

Here she is, here she lives, here she will find her end. She confronts, in absolutely every day of her life, the endless influences, happily shared by society, supplied by the anger and the strength of the submissive. All she needs is a miniscule drop of escapade in order to open her eyes and to see the abstract from normal, the light from the end of a tunnel and also the sincerity which is hidden by a thick cloak, provided with a waterproof layer of imposed superficiality.

Reality slapped her once in a moment of vulnerability. She will be always grateful for that gesture. Everyone is fated to suffer, even if the reasons aren't forceful enough for the sentencing to be final. But, people always see optimism. If your heart is broken, it means it still works. The power to surpass our condition appears from nowhere, it raises us up to the final point, but it withdraws its divine, delicate, light like a feather touch in the moment we are capable to take flight on our own, to get out from the unknown. Despite the fact that we are leaving with the soul open towards a world in which the disappointments are in first place, and not even a trace of remorse appears when you fight with ardor to counter the people's complex mentality who in the second day already got out of your horizon contoured by the expectations that nobody considers dame.

Liberty is the experience which has maximum intensity; it gives one last boost to the apogee, a deep ideology to defend our limits. Absolutely everyone needs a high as sky departure, a far-away isolated trip from the normal world, properly hidden from the merciless eyes of the watchers. She, with her own hands, opens the door to find a magical corner which even if she doesn't imagine, her heart's keeping the decryption secret of judging after a brief moment of analyzing. People will tell her the whole life who she is, but she'll always answer them with this quote:" No, this is who I am", because behind the thick wall which surrenders her body lies a dreamer, a creator, a revolutionar, but not in the end a person. A kind of person who after long experiences, decided that everything will be browsed from the first minute to the last. With the last drop of energy and also tear, she looks at life from a different angle, full of positive emotions and she knows that she has the wish to show what a complex personality she keeps under her sleeve.

Even if she finds the motivation to rebuild her body, a single little thing is repeating with an ironic musicality in her mind:"why?". In the most important day of her life, she received a hard punch from the subconscious. Everything made sense in that moment, but she was denying with firmness the belief in that ghost. Reality was begging her different. She won't even remind the fact that the fear was flooding her body, she was feeling that she doesn't belong there and despite the fact that she was fighting with the eyes wide-shut, sending silent signals that were fading in their way. This is life, but it goes on, no matter at what trials we are subjected to.

Now, in the final stage, she realized that she has been a lover, a fighter with limitless powers, in order to see that somewhere still lays the paradise, too.

Nothing lasts forever, and so is her experience which is surrounded by intense sensation –indescribable in words- has got to the dead point. With the hand on her

heart and ready for a possible sacrifice, she wanted to spend another instant immersed in undreamed memories, printed with cold ink on the skull, an invisible gift with irreversible meaning, fully set to an end which is showing its face in the last hour, a face that gave hope to an issue that is really smiling.

This is how Emma Swan's story starts, the first time when she had the chance to take the gamble and see what's out in whole wide world, waiting for her.

Author's Note: A little philosophical, huh? Well, the action starts in the next chapter, and just to clarify this will totally be an adventure and romance rated fic. Read and Review? :*