TITLE: Black and White

SUMMARY: The White Princess captures the Dark Knight. In hope to finally end the decade long feud between the two kingdoms, Emma tries to extract crucial information from a very reluctant Regina. SQ!

WARNING: Dom!Emma, Sub!Regina, Violence - Rated M for a reason! I will add trigger warnings to each chapter.

NOTE: I'm absolutely in love with Aponi Aquene's story "A changed game". Though this story has a similar theme, it's NOT a rip-off. Again, I love and adore Aponi Aquene's work and I highly recommend all of her fanfiction. She's a great writer!

I always appreciate constructive criticism! (Haters will be laughed at and ignored.)

BLACK AND WHITE

1

35 bloody years. 12775 days of hell. That's how long the Black and White War had been raging, taking thousands of lives.

Emma Swan, daughter of the White Queen, stood in the middle of the battle field, the blade of her sword dripping with blood while her eyes followed the magical bolts, that cut through the fog. 35 years wasted on a war that might never end.

The princess looked at her hand, fingers clutching the magical fireball. It sizzled, hot with her rage. She stepped over the leather-clad corpse of the soldier she had killed a moment ago. His black chain armor bore the emblem of the Black kingdom. An apple tree. How the twisted, evil family could associate themselves with a symbol of life was beyond her comprehension.

Today marked the end of an era. Her father had fallen by the hands of the Black Knight two nights ago. Her mother hadn't left his side since the moment they had laid out his corpse. Her grief was inconsolable. But what was worse: the soldiers had lost their leader, their hope. Emma, who had learned to wield a sword and had been trained for battle since her childhood, hadn't hesitated to take his place. There was no ceremony, only calloused hands that raised their swords to pledge their allegiance. She had kissed her mother's pale forehead and promised her to avenge king David's death.

And now she finally stood face to face with the murderer of her father. She had heard many tales of the Black Knight. Of his dark magic. And his smooth and skillful fighting style. But now that she faced him she wasn't impressed. He was short, clad in black armor that couldn't hide his small build. His helmet obscured his face, but she could see brown eyes that sparkled with malice.

Emma didn't waste another breath, she threw her fireball at the knight, who stood his ground. He merely raised a hand. The fireball turned into ash that trickled to the ground. Emma swallowed, but didn't hesitate. She threw more fireballs and raised her sword to engage the knight in a physical fight.

And fight they did. They danced around each other, swords swinging, blades clashing. Every now and then they tried to surprise the other with a magical bolt, that lit up the fog around them.

"You murdered the king!" Emma screamed, after the Black Knight's sword cut deep into her upper arm. His stoic silence hurt more than the injury. She turned around and kicked her feet out at the knight's legs. Her opponent stumbled but remained upright. He spread his hands and summoned purple energy. It blasted out so fast that Emma couldn't react. She tried to jump out of the way, but it was too late. A moment before the magical weapon collided with her body, her white magic reacted instinctively. It shot out of her body and surrounded her like a shimmering bubble. The purple magic bounced off and went straight back at its wielder. With a surprised yelp that didn't sound manly at all, the Black Knight was thrown off his feet. He sailed backwards through the air and collided hard with the ground. Emma ran right after him and kicked the sword out of his limp hand. She than magically tossed the Knight around and sat on his legs while twisting his arms behind his back. Magic shot out of her hands and twisted itself around armor-clad wrists, securing them tightly. Sorcerers needed their hands to summon their magic, so the magical cuffs would render him helpless.

Emma then grabbed the helmet and ripped it off her opponent's head. Long brown waves spilled out of it and hid a delicate face. Emma was stunned, but her surprise didn't last very long. She turned the knight forcefully around again and stared into a beautiful, but definitely female face.

"You're a girl!" she said.

"A woman!" The knight hissed and rammed her metal-clad knee up into Emma's groin. The princess groaned with pain while the knight tried to push her off. But she had underestimated Emma's resilience. She clamped her knees tightly around the knight's legs and backhanded her hard across the face.

The knight's head was thrown back and her lip split open. It didn't stop her from smirking smugly.

"Impressive, your father didn't last that long." Her teeth were bloodstained as she cackled.

Emma fumed, her anger boiling through her blood and she released her rage with a punch. The knight still laughed. Her face must hurt by now, but she didn't seem to bother.

"How come your royal family sends a woman to do their dirty work?" Emma asked the dark woman.

"How come yours does?" the knight replied, still smiling.

"I am the one asking questions!" Emma fumed. "What's your name?"

The Black Knight just grinned maliciously but didn't reply.

"Anwer me!" Emma screamed, slapping her face again. The woman remained silent. Emma then pulled her up by the hair. The knight kept quiet, her dark brown eyes boring into hers. She was a bit shorter than Emma, who lifted her sword and pressed it into the tanned skin of the knight's neck. She than pushed her off the battle field towards the tents.

"I will get my answers," she hissed and buried her hand in dark locks. "Eventually they all break."