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Chapter 1
She ran through the forest in an attempt to escape those after her as the cold air whipped violently at her lungs. Every so often a sharp thin branch lashed at her face while she kept in her forward run, away from the authorities. She turned around for a split second to see if they'd still been at large. And while the blaring siren and even the detective dogs were heard in the distance, it appeared that she had gotten away. At Least for the moment.
Her running came to a slowing pace, anger fueling her while she kept away from the raucous behind her. In her hot headed moment, she exposed herself; her power became immense to the point of overwhelming. And now she had to start all over again. She had to get away from the world at hand. But how could she? When the same sort of people that she was running from were more than likely the same people she'd have to face and adjust to in the next town? The simple and still disappointing answer to that was that there was no getting away. There was only one world; only one, and she stood to be the odd girl out. The black sheep of a place full of the mundane.
When the sirens, loud yellings, and canine barks faded into the distance, she realized that she was safe, albeit temporarily, from the world at the moment. She came to a tiresome halt and collapsed onto the ground. Her throat started to burn from the cold dampness of a seeming winter. She looked down to see that her hands were trembling, almost crackling with an uncontrolled power
"What in the world is happening to me?"
Emma could feel the small sting in her hands, causing her to absentmindedly pinch and massage the tips of her fingers to rid herself of the sparking sensation. She could not help feeling that it was just her powers becoming antsy in adjustment of settling, after the dealings with the snow queen. There was finally a moment to spare; to sit down and take in the peace of things. However, there was still something that had been bothering Emma. A feeling that she just could not place. She looked down at her fingers and finally took complete notice of power starting to emanate through her small nail tips.
"Everything alright, luv?"
Emma glanced at him for only a second before turning her gaze back to her fingers. She nodded her head and kept her gaze on her subtly ignited hands. "Alright now." She muttered, willing her powers to simmer down.
Killian watched her in amusement and what could be considered a small amount of pride. "So how does it feel?"
Emma looked up at him, "What? Being, the almighty savior? Or finally being able to sit down and have a mug of coffee in peace?"
"Both." He chuckled.
"Well-" Emma smiled. "Considering, I was always the savior, and I don't have to worry about an evil snow queen messing up my breakfast, I'd say, everything is…pretty peachy." She teased.
Killian laughed, giving her that devilishly charming grin before he took out his flask drank.
Emma shook her head and got up from her seat. "Ya know-it wouldn't kill you to take a break from whiskey."
Killian smiled and watched her get up. "Old habits die hard, luv." He said.
"Of course." She countered with an amused look on her face. "Just a suggestion."
"I may be somewhat of a good pirate now but I'm still a pirate, Emma."
"I know," she grinned and kissed his lips. "I'll see you around." She bayed and walked out of the diner. She made her way over to her car when she bumped into someone.
"Oh-hey, sweetheart."
Emma recognized her father's voice before she looked up to see that iti was him. "Hey, dad. Was just on my way to the station."
"Oh-goo-okay. Great,"
His response to her comment signaled that something was bother him. Right away her pessimistic mind thought the worst. "Everything alright?" she asked.
Charming, distant in thought for a moment, came out of his reverie and looked at his daughter. "Come again?"
"Dad, what's going on?" Emma asked, a bit more concerned this time.
Charming caught wind of the underlying anxiousness in her question. "Oh-um-no it's nothing." He realized that his answer was nonsensical and chuckled. "It's nothing bad-or well the town is safe." He added. "I think we're threat free for the moment." He teased.
"Yea, that's what we always think." Emma rolled her eyes and continued. "And then a big army of giants come and try to dismantle the town-or a couple of weirdos decide that they want to destroy magic."
Charming, amused and still sympathetic, smiled. "Everything's fine, Emma."
She exhaled deeply. "Yea-I guess-" she sighed, allowing him to place his arm around her shoulder. She looked down to see her fingers whistling with magic again.
Charming noticed her hands and quickly came to a halt. He trusted Emma knew how to control them now but seeing the uneasiness in her stance, granted him pause. "Are you alright?"
Emma heaved in a sigh and nodded her head. "Yea-just been on edge for some reason."
Charming reluctantly placed his arm around her to show that he was not intimidated of his daughter. He and Snow made that mistake once before. He would not make it again. "You sure?" he still felt it necessary to inquire, however.
Emma smiled and nodded reassurance. "Yep."
They were near the front of the station when they bumped into Will Scarlet. "Well, well, well, if it isn't trouble." Emma smirked. "Shouldn't you be in a cell somewhere?" she said in a joking manner. She was well aware that Will had started on a road, in an attempt to become…less thieving.
Will quickly turned around with feigned anxiety on his strong handsome features for only a moment before he relaxed himself. "Actually, I was pardoned by yours truly-could yeh believe it?" he smirked. "So, I guess I'll be goin' then." He grinned before he walked away.
"Yea, well stay out of trouble!" Charming called after him.
Will turned as he started walking backwards across the street. "Yes, yer majesty." He bowed mockingly before he turned and kept going.
Emma watched Will's form fade into the distance before she returned her attention to her father. "So, considering, you didn't come into the diner…what brought you there in the first place?" Emma inquired.
Momentarily deep in his thoughts, Charming shrugged. "I don't know." He said under his breath.
Emma knew then that unlike what he'd falsely reassured earlier, there was something wrong. She stopped and looked at him; the only thing that could bother him to such an extent was his wife and his children, leading to the feeling that it had nothing to do with her nor little Neal. "Is mom alright?"
Charming shot her a look. He thought about keeping from her, his concerns but learned that in keeping secrets, he would only cause more problems. "I don't know, Em." He sighed. "She's just-your mother's been acting strange."
They entered into the Sheriff's station and Emma sat on the table as her father settled into the chair. "What do you mean?"
Charming seemed frustrated. "I don't know." He reiterated. "She says that she has been having these dreams." He said. "But she won't tell me what they are about; and I can tell that its stressing her."
"Well, maybe it's just the aftermath of all that's happened." Emma suggested, though deep down she doubted that that in particular could have been the problem, considering how well adjusted her mother was.
Charming thought about her words, and well they suggested a point, he knew that it was something deeper than that. Nevertheless, he knew his daughter's mind and while she was oddly pessimistic to a fault, she always belittled a situation before she realized that it was more to it that it seemed. He gave her a half-assured smile and decided to let the subject go. "Maybe."
Emma could hear in his haphazard tone that he was not banking on her suggestion. And in thought, she honestly could not blame him, when taking notice of her past assumptions before the eventual tangible situation surfaced.
"Well whatever is going on with her-" Emma smiled with assurance. "We're going to get through it just like we always do."
Night caused and eerie darkness in the woods while the brisk, cool air became sharper with the arising chill. She closed her eyes as she collected all of what could be considered the driest of the wood. She then took her sharpened blade and sliced a strand of her raven colored hair. Her lighter clicked repeatedly as she continued to flick the nozzle of it, hoping to produce a small flame. When finally, she found luck in a small hint of fire she decided not to test her luck and quickly set fire to the hair, dropping it into the pile of damp sticks, branches, and tree bark.
Triumph filled her perfect features while the small flame turned slightly larger. She could not believe it worked. She started to place her hands to the wood when the smallest drop of water from the leaf in the above tree fell and spit out the flame. Incredulously, she looked at the damp wood, tears stinging at release as she realized the hopelessness she was in. She started to shiver from the cold, her hands started to become numb from the cold. She had to do something or she would more than likely freeze to death. She may have been hungry but the least she could do was get warm. She looked down at her hands; she knew that there was a power lurking in them that she did not much understand, but she was a witness to it nonetheless. She closed her eyes and held her bear palms out to the wood. "Please work." She whispered as she pictured the large fire that would keep her warm.
Steadily, her hands began to spark and crack with was looked like electricity. She dared not open her eyes, even in her growing excitement, fearing that she would lose control, when visually witnessing what she was capable of doing. She continued to concentrated, gradually putting more force behind her power, when she suddenly heard a whip and felt a large whirl of heat emanate through her closed eyes. Her eyes shot open and she realized, then that she had done it. She looked at her hands to see that they were unscathed and without blemish. She created fire! A grin etched her face as she placed herself as close to the embers as she could without burning herself. "Now all I have to do is get as far away from here as possible."
