A/N: It's a story dealing with Emma's feelings about the prophesy of her death; hope you'll enjoy it.

Warning: there are some CapitanSwan references, but nothing major, so, please, bear with me.

Denial.

This night Emma Swan just couldn't fall asleep.

She just laid on her back and looked up onto the ceiling. She desperately needed some sleep, but the room was too hot, Killian's hand around her waist was too heavy and her thought seemed to have a life of their own.

Emma tried to do anything to forget the talk with the Oracle and for the evening between helping at Granny's and later entertaining Killian she managed to do that. However, now these thoughts came back with vengeance.

Thoughts about her death.

These scary visions of the dark hooded figure stabbing her. Blood on her hands. Blood pouring onto the ground. Terrified eyes of her family. Tears running down Henry's cheeks. Regina rushing to her, horror written all over her face. Her parents staring at the scene in front of them, too shocked to do anything.

'This just couldn't happen,' Emma tried to convince herself. 'Our fate is not set in stone. It's just a possibility, not sure thing.'

But the vision was so realistic.

'No, I refuse to die like that. I just found my family, my happiness. No, I'll change everything. I will… It's not real.'

What about tremors? They were definitely real.

'It's stress. Yes, stress of dealing with crisis after crisis' Emma unconscious nodded her head. 'I need some rest, that's all… It's nothing serious.'

'There's nothing mysterious about it,' this was the last thought before she sank into the restless sleep.

She was in absolute darkness. There was no light.

"Hey, where am I?" she shouted, but no one answered. She took a step and realized there was no ground under her feet, but this realization came too late and she had no chance to escape the fall.

Emma woke up with a start and abruptly sat in the bed. The sweet was running down her forehead. Her breath was labored and her hands were shaking like crazy.

"It was just a dream," she whispered and tried to force her hands to stop shaking. 'A dream. Calm down, Swan. Calm down."

Luckily, her actions didn't wake Killian. He just grumbled something, turned in the bed and kept on snoring. Emma was thankful; she was in no mood to deal with his overbearing prodding and questioning.

After a couple of calming breaths the tremors started to wane and Emma understood that she won't be able to go back to sleep. She needed some fresh air.

Emma ran out of the house only in her sleeping pants, T-shirt and sneakers. She needed to clear her head and get rid of all this nervous energy she accumulated after this dream. So she did, what she always did in such situations.

She ran. And ran. And ran.

Ran until she had no energy left.

Emma leaned on her knees and looked around. She was somewhere in the forest, but she had no idea where.

A crack sounded from the bushes on her right. Emma tensed up and got ready for attack.

"Ah, Sheriff Swan, it's such a surprise to meet you here," came a drawling collected voice, she knew really good.

"Gold, I thought you was looking for a cure for Belle," now Emma could clearly see him, but still didn't loosen her stance. After all, no one really knew, what this conniving man had on his mind.

"Well, I succeeded, so I'm back," he replied harshly.

"I see…" Emma didn't know how to answer.

"The question is what are you doing here, in the forest, in the middle of the night?" Gold strode closer to her. "Shouldn't you be with you darling parents, protecting their precious little boy? Or with your beloved pirate, appeasing his every whim?" he walked around her and stopped right in front of her.

"Shut up," Emma growled. For some unknown reason his words angered her immensely.

"Or what? You'll punch me, Sheriff?" Gold burst out laughing, turned around and started walking away.

A thought came to Emma's mind: even though Gold was the most vile creature of the Enchanted Forest, he still was the oldest. He lived for many centuries, knew many different people and for sure met other so called saviors.

"Wait, Gold," she shouted.

"What do you want, Sheriff?" he asked without stopping, so she headed after him.

"Do you know something about other Saviors?"

Gold glanced at her and a creepy smirk appeared on his face. "Ah, I see. It started, didn't it?" his voice was full of laughter.

"What started?" Emma didn't want to divulge any information to him.

"This," Gold grabbed her hand and pulled it on display in front of them. It was trembling. Emma snatched it out of his grip and cradled it to the chest in her other hand.

"Just tell me what you know," she snapped. Emma really didn't have any patience for his games now.

"Tsk, tsk… How rude… But ok, there's no fun messing with a walking corpse," his cruel laugh rang over the forest. Emma's heart skipped a beat. 'He's just messing with me. It just can't be.'

"Gold," she growled.

"Ok-ok, every Savior I met had a major flaw: they didn't know when to stop. They just gave and gave and gave, but then a moment came, when all they had left was their life. And they gave it. Without questions. For their family, for their friends, for their people. However, before that some warning signs always appeared: their bodies giving out, they saw visions, they had trouble sleeping," he abruptly stopped and she walked right into him. "So good luck, Savior," Gold gave her the last smirk and went further into the woods.

Emma was left standing in the middle of the forest. All this information was too much, but one thing she knew for sure: she couldn't keep denying, what was happening to her.

'Soon I will die.'

A/N: I know, I have two ongoing fics, but I couldn't resist.

How did you like the first episode of the 6th season? It was kind of intriguing for me, and I couldn't wait for more Evil Queen appearances. However, the CapitanSwan scene at the start has really grossed me out. No offense to anyone who liked it, but it's just... eww...

Oh, and I'm still looking for beta, so if anyone is interested, drop me a line.

That's all for now.

Elia