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Emma stood right out the door, breathing deeply, her hand hovering over the door handle.

Last chance to back out Emma, she said to herself.

Slowly she composed herself, taking one more deep breath, then slowly pulled the handle down. She watched as the golden handle went downwards, until finally it clicked open. Before she could change her mind, she yanked the door open and walked inside, almost tripping over in her rush to get in.

When she looked onwards she saw a swirling purple hat laying in front of her. Slowly, a kind of purple haze came out of it, creeping up on her till it reached her.

She felt a searing pain in her gut, like everything was forcefully being pulled out of her. She tried to move but she couldn't, almost like she was spelled to stand still. Waiting for the inevitable doom to approach her.

Is it suppose to do this? Emma asked herself, surely not.

Emma kept getting pulled in. Strange that she couldn't move but could still be pulled towards the hat. In that moment she felt all the anger that she has ever felt. Almost like it was bringing this darkness out in her. Making her want to hurt anyone of has ever harmed her, like her parents, or Regina.

She looked towards her hands, noticing this bright white light pulsing outwards, heading towards the purple like hat. It was just her magic coming out of her though, Emma noticed. It looked as if her whole body was fading, going into the void.

Oh god, what have I done? Emma thought. I'm never going to harm anyone again because I won't be around to do so. I should have never trusted that back stabbing imp. If I get my hands on him again, I'll show him what I can do.

Emma tried everything in her power. When she tried to move her muscles they would twitch, putting strain on her arms and legs and making her feel weak. No matter what she did, she just couldn't move.

"Come on, come on!" Emma murmured to herself.

She looked down and noticed that her body was see through, nearly invisible but with a blurred outline to notice where she was moving.

"What is happening to me?" Emma shouted out, the anger getting the best of her and making her shake with rage.

If their was any on-lookers, they would see that Emma's eyes were turning a very dark green, almost pitch black. The complete opposite to her light green gem like eyes.

Finally Emma reached the purple hat. You could still see it absorbing her powers, still causing unimaginable pain to wrack through her body.

Emma stared into the purple vortex, watching entranced as an unknown force swirled around and around. Black lines passing through every now and then. If she listened closely, you could hear the soft murmurs of distressed voices.

She snapped herself out of her daze, wondering what was happening. This loud sound rang out and when she looked up she saw that the vortex was gone, and laying there was just the hat, no magical wisps coming out of it.

Emma looked down at her body, noticing that she was solid, back to the way she was. She looked towards her hands. There was bright red horrid scars grazing them. Like she put her hand in a fire and a couple months later it left behind a horrible bright scar. She still felt this aching feeling in her gut, but it just made her uncomfortable, nothing like the agonizing pain that was there.

Slowly Emma decided to walk towards the hat. It did nothing as she neared it, just letting of this dark vibe. Once she picked it up she noticed that it transformed into a tiny circle shape with a sign on the front. The curved edge was bright gold, with dotted patterns going along. The sign itself looked carved in by hand and then scorched with fire, leaving a black kind of scorch mark behind.

"What is this?" Emma said to herself.

She turned it around and came face to face with her reflection, the shiny gold surface clean enough to be able to see it.

"Emma, EMMA!"

Emma quickly turned around to come face to face with Elsa. Elsa's eyes being wide and frantic, worry pouring out of her every nerves.

Elsa quickly ran up to Emma and checked to see if anything was wrong. When she deemed that Emma wasn't in danger or anything bad had happened so far she looked into her eyes.

"Elsa, what's the matter?" Emma asked.

"You can't get rid of your magic, it's part of you!" Elsa nearly enough shouted at her.

"Oh," Emma said quietly with a down turn to her lips, "well it's too late."

"What do you mean?" Elsa asked, concern and pity dancing in her eyes. Like losing her magic was the worst thing that could ever happen to her.

"I mean Rumpelstiltskin got rid of it." Emma said defensively.

"WHAT!" Elsa yelled back.

Emma shrunk away from Elsa, but then her eyes became hard and defiant and she stood up tall and straight.

"I was a monster, Elsa. Why don't you see? I hurt Henry, I even hurt David. I can't go around with that power running loose in me." Emma roared back.

Elsa's eyes showed hurt and she moved even further away from Emma.

"So you're calling me a monster? You're calling everyone with magical powers a monster?" Elsa asked rhetorically.

"No Elsa. I didn't mean it like that, I just meant me."

Elsa slowly nodded, not really believing her. She started to inch towards the door to get out, but Emma moved forwards quickly and put her hand on her upper-arm.

"I am not calling you a monster, Elsa" Emma said seriously.

Elsa nodded, "I understand," and just like that, she went.

Emma let out a cry of frustration, "Gods, why am I so stupid?"

She turned to face the door where Elsa left, not really sure on what to do. If Elsa came for her, then others would of been looking for her. She wasn't really in the mood for any company. She still felt a bit dizzy from all that just happened. Must be the after effects in losing her magic.

Emma lay in her bug, hidden away in the forest. She slept there lots of times before, so why not again? She lay down for an hour or so, thinking about what the future will bring to her. If she was going to have any more hardships in her life, or have it easy going and finally have a peaceful life.