Chapter 4

Emerson and James walked down the Enchanted Forest alongside a river.

"So where exactly are we going?" James asked.

"I don't know," Emerson replied. "But my grandma always taught me that if I was ever lost in the woods, just follow a river."

"Why didn't your grandma come with you?" James asked.

"She's dead," Emerson replied. "She died when I was 18."

"Oh," James said. "I'm so sorry."

"Thanks," Emerson said.

Emerson suddenly felt something strong.

"I think I know where we are," Emerson said.

Emerson turned left onto a path and began to follow it. James followed after. After an hour of walking, Emerson and James stumbled upon a huge, dark, abandoned castle.

"Whoa," James said. "This castle is bigger than mine. Who's is it?"

Emerson suddenly had a memory of sitting on a throne.

"It's mine," Emerson said. "It's my castle. I remember sitting on the throne."

Emerson crossed the drawbridge and entered the castle. James slowly followed as Emerson began looking around.

"This was my castle," Emerson said. "It's all coming back to me. I was a sorcerer and a king."

"Welcome home your majesty," James said.

Emerson excitedly ran around.

"I have a castle!" Emerson cheered. "I'm a king!"

Emerson ran into the throne room while James followed after him.

"There it is," Emerson said pointing to the throne. "My throne."

"Go ahead," James said. "Sit on your throne."

Emerson walked over and sat on his throne.

"This is such a…" Emerson started to say before having a flashback.

In the flashback, Emerson sat on the throne while his servants bowed to him.

"I am your king!" Emerson shouted. "You must all obey me!"

Emerson pointed to a male servant.

"You!" Emerson shouted. "Come forward!"

The male servant walked up to Emerson.

"You have been stealing from me!" Emerson shouted. "You stole from my treasure!"

"I…." the servant started to say.

Emerson magically vaporized the servant.

"Let that be a lesson to any of you who dares to steal from your king!" Emerson shouted.

Emerson snapped out of his flashback. James stood there looking concerned.

"Emerson?" James asked.

"I can't be here any longer!" Emerson shouted. "I have to get out of here!"

Emerson ran out of the castle and James ran after him.

"Slow down!" James shouted. "Why are you running so fast?"

James grabbed Emerson by the arm and Emerson began to hyperventilate.

"Calm down," James said. "Tell me what's going on?"

"I was a horrible sorcerer!" Emerson screamed. "I killed people!"

Suddenly, Emerson was back in his cottage in Storybrooke. James was nowhere in sight and Emerson had his normal clothes on. Emerson grabbed his magic book and threw it into the fireplace and lit a fire.

"Goodbye and good riddance!" Emerson shouted as he watched the magic book burn.

Emerson took a sigh of relief before turning around to see the magic book back on his couch, unharmed.

"You have got to be kidding me," Emerson said.