Prologue
"Dark one I summon thee!" rang out into the still dark night.
Behind the older brunette who held up the intricate dagger with 'Emma Swan' scrawled across its dark metal, stood two very distraught parents.
Snow White was struggling to hold in her wails of despair, whereas David stood stoic with the furrowing of his brow and his glistening eyes revealing to the world the worry that he harboured.
It had been a few hours since the saviour had made her sacrifice for the former Evil Queen, and the whole town had become stagnant, no one knowing what to do, who to turn to, or more importantly where Emma Swan had gone in that brilliant flurry of pure darkness.
So with the 'two idiots' effectively useless, it had to be Regina who took charge of the situation, she had sent Robin to look after Roland and Henry instructing him very carefully to not breathe a word of this to her son until they knew exactly what to tell him. It was Regina who had decided that they should summon Emma with the dagger, which would allow them control her if anything went wrong, and it was Regina who thought that this should be done far out in the woods just to triply ensure the safety of her citizens. But despite this, she felt as if she was dying inside.
After spending time living in 'Heroes and Villains' world Regina had discovered something that rocked her to her very core: it wasn't Robin who was her true love. As she watched him about to marry her sister, she realised that she didn't care in the slightest. All that she could focus on was Emma being thrown against the rock and Rumple about to kill their son. Turning away from the door to become the saviour of that universe she realised that she loved the saviour of her world.
But as usual she didn't even get to explore her possible happy ending. First it was Emma talking about watching the man that she loved die, then it was her searching for that wretched pirate and then to top it all off she had to sacrifice herself, knowing full well that the darkness was much more likely to corrupt the queens already deeply blackened heart, probably killing her.
All she could hope for now was that Emma had been able to resist the darkness, an impossible feat that she hoped isn't impossible for the great and powerful saviour.
With rapt breath she waited for her answer, but nothing but the cold dark forest filled her senses.
'I summon thee, Dark One,' she almost screamed this time, thrusting the dagger into the air.
A wail ripped out of Snow's throat as the reply came from the shadows of a particularly large oak:
"calm down dearie, what is it you want?" Emma's mocking voice filled the silence.