Storybrooke, Maine-Camelot Campsite:
Walking towards the Camelot Campsite, Regina was rushing with a determined face. She forced her way through the people, with Robin following her trail. Hand and arm with a bow and arrow. Regina faced Arthur with a hard look.
"How did you end up here?" She demanded, with a straightforward questioning.
Arthur was taken back by the approach. "Excuse me?" He asked.
Regina didn't hesitate to ask him once more. "You heard me, how the hell did you and your 'gang' end up in Storybrooke and what the hell did you do to Emma?"
Arthur only chuckled a bit and then turned to his wife and then swerved his attention back to his company. "Well, witch," Regina bit her tongue on those words, but let Arthur continue. "I know as much knowledge as you. I was happy ruling my kingdom at home than be here with hooligans who threaten me." He explained.
Regina turned to Robin, she realized that Arthur was the wrong person to go off on. She could only site herself onto a bench in the area with her true love next to her. "I don't understand how any of this happened..." Regina explained.
Robin grabbed her hand in a comforting manner and looked her in the eyes. "The only ones who truly know, are Emma. We must let fate guide us at a time, Regina." He tried to explain.
Regina looked Robin back in the eyes and smiled warmly at him. It was rare to find time to love one another with witches and monsters always at them. So, this moment to Regina was just enough to her. Of course, in the back of her mind, she was still on alert of what was going on and worried about people in the town. Redemption grew on Regina and she oddly liked it in a way.
Suddenly as their eyes were locked on each other, they leaned in to give a warm hug until Regina's eyes swerved to the side and saw the Dak Swan smiling. She grabbed onto Robin and pulled away from Emma, as to protect her love. Robin quickly grabbed his bow and arrow and formed a lasting stance towards the Dark One before them.
"Dark Swan," Regina growled.
"Don't mind me, Regina. I'm only here to watch the view." She smirked. Her eyes twinkled with a motive in mind. She moved in closer to the two of them, both still on guard and ready to attack when needed. "I would watch him, I hear that a price is big for you." She laughed.
"A price?" Regina questioned. "What are you talking about!" She demanded, wanting to know exact answers.
"A price, in Camelot," Emma spoke, still not giving a straight answer as a Dark One would.
"Wait? We were there?" She asked.
"Oh, yes. You all were there in the fancy blue," Emma sat down on the bench that Regina and Robin once were on. "Forever 21 is what you two referred to as a symbol of love."
Regina looked to Robin who was just as confused as she was. She then looked back at the old savior. "Why don't we remember anything, Emma?" She pleaded, looking into her old friends piercing eyes.
"Why don't you stop asking, or better yet stop whining and look at every puzzle piece that's given in front of you."
"But how? We have none..." Regina said.
"That's not my problem anymore." Emma dispersed into a cloud of smoke. Regina sat back down and thought to herself. "I've always hated Dark Ones..."
Storybrooke, Maine-Blanchard Apartment:
Mary Margaret was walking back in forth through her bedroom, trying to fathom the idea that Emma was now dark. As much as she tried to think of what had happened, she couldn't-sort of like a Dark Curse. Of course, this time, the price was too much for her. How did she fail her daughter, how did she end up not remembering and what could she possibly do to save her, while also taking care of her new son. All of this was what she wanted to have answered, she wished that just one day she could have a family without a worry in her life.
"Snow," Charming said, trying to get the attention of his skittish wife. He sat on their bed with his own thoughts. Mary Margaret heard her name but hadn't stopped to look at her husband.
"Snow." He said once more. This time a bit more serious in tone.
"What." She snapped. Charming's face was taken a bit back by his wives rude reply. "Sorry... I am just worried about Emma..." She tried to explain.
"I know, I am too. But, we have nothing else to work with on trying to help her."
Mary Margaret looked at her husband with shock. "David! How could you ever say that." She scolded.
David grabbed his pacing wife closer to him, he hips to his chest; he leaned in to embrace her softly. "I know you're worried, I am too, believe me. But, we have nothing to work on fixing her. Somehow we failed to prevent her from the darkness. Now she's there-we need to think before anything else happens."
Mary Margaret took in the wise words of her husband and gave a slight smirk. "Plus," Charming continued. "We need to think of both Henry and Neal at the moment."
"I know your right David, but I can't help to worry. She's my daughter-our daughter. I've already lost her before and now I have lost her again, only to something worst and I can't even remember."
"I feel the exact same way, Snow," David assured. "We will find a way, just we need more time and not be hasty." He explained.
"Wait!" Mary Margaret exclaimed, pulling herself away from David. "The dagger." She said, grabbing her waist.
"Do you still have it?" David asked.
Mary Margaret tried feeling around, of course, she didn't feel a thing. Not giving up hope, she tried to search around her apartment, finding absolutely nothing.
"No!" She said in agony and disdain. She dropped to the floor a started to tear up. David rushed over to Snow and embraced her once more, this time, chest to chest. Nothing he could say or do would stop her from her maternal itching. The one thing in the back of his mind was, where did the dagger go? They did have it before Emma had turned evil and returned to Storybrooke.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, David raised his body up and walked over to the front door. As he slowly turned the knob and opened the door, it was his daughter.
"Emma!?" He exclaimed. Mary Margaret jumped to her feet in an instant and ran over to the door. She was still not used to the sudden outfit change but, got over it quickly by just the presence of her daughter.
"Mother. Father." She spoke in a deep and yet a surprisingly remorseful tone. She ran into David's arms with a tight hug, which caught them both off guard. "I missed you."
David grabbed the white-headed hair of his daughter, "We, we missed you too..."
Emma looked into her mother's eyes and smiled at her. Her eyes turned into sorrow and hope. "Mom, I am sorry..." She apologized.
"Don't be." Mary Margaret assured, going in for a tight hug. "What's wrong?" She asked.
Emma poofed herself to the table, catching both parents off guard. Turning around to her, making herself at home. She placed her hands heavenly on the table and ran her cold hands on the hard wooden top. "I lost so much in Camelot..." She explained.
Mary Margaret took a seat across from her daughter, trying to listen carefully and cautiously watch want she could possibly say to disrupt this moment. "We're sorry for what we caused to you-please, let us know more."
Emma turned her head towards the window near the bed and looked out with sorrow. "I can't."
"But, why?" Mary Margaret asked.
"At least let us know why we don't remember..." David asked.
"For pain and disappointment. Killed lives with tricks and deals. Nothing will ever be the same." Emma replied. She turned her attention back to her parents. "One thing for sure, I must know where you are hiding the dagger," Emma revealed.
David looked to Snow and she looked up to him, realizing their daughter's intention, but also not knowing where it was.
"I'm sorry." Mary Margaret said.
"We're not really sure where it is, Emma," David replied.
Emma leaned back in her seat and gave a sterling look to them both. Her face went back into a cold expression of anger. "You both had the dagger." She looked to her mother directly into her eyes. "And you're intending to keep me at bay as much as possible."
Emma stood up tall against her worried parents. "You both think that playing dumb with me will work, I should kill your half-hearted lives now." She threatened, heightening her voice.
"Emma!" Mary Margaret jumped to her feet as well.
Emma growled at her name and landed in front of her own mother's face. "Don't ever call me that name again." She ordered. "Or I'll really show you why I am the Dark Swan that is feared." She threatened.
The Dark Swan raised her left hand up stiffly into the air and disappeared once more, leaving her parents at confusion and Mary Margaret more unease.
Storybrooke, Maine-Camelot Campsite:
Robin sat next to Regina, who was still pondering the unappealing words of the Dark Swan. Would did she exactly mean by puzzle pieces. It was like a riddle that was obvious, but with a twist in mind. She turned to look at Robin, who she was grateful to still have around.
"Robin," She grabbed his hands with her own.
"Yes, Regina." He replied, giving his attention to her.
"I want you to go find the Merry Men and hide." She said.
"What?!" He exclaimed. "What a silly request, which I would never do."
"I'm not telling you, I'm explaining to you." She interrupted his outburst. "I want you to hide with your men and keep Rolan safe. I would rather lose my own life than to lose another lover."
"Nonsense!" Robin stood up in a furry, "It's not worth losing you-as long as I am here, we will both do this together."
Robin grabbed ahold of Regina, with a grip that was unbearing. Suddenly locking his lips with his true love, a flash of light formed in their sights and in their minds.
"Robin!" Regina screamed in a fury of despair, she tried to grab ahold of her love that was being forced apart from her in a dark storm.
"Regina, I will always find you!" Robin yelled with a promise.
"No! I can't lose you, not after finding our happiness together..." She yelled in a fit, giving woe in her voice.
"Remember our pact of love..." Robin echoed as he was pulled into the vile darkness.
Regina and Robin pulled apart from each other, shock dawned on their faces. Regina sprouted tears down her rosy red cheeks, smearing a bit of mascara around. "Forever 21..." She whispered.
They both pulled in for another kiss, this time with a feeling of reuniting feelings; they lost each other somehow and now they know some of their past.
From afar, behind a withering willow tree, her hand pressed against the rough bark of the tree. Holding her weight of the body with that one hand. She gave a glaring look towards the two hearts embracing in love. She then retracted her black nails, like a puma against the willow tree; abrading the thick bark on the tree... The bark fell lightly onto the dark soil beneath her feet.
"How I despise True Love."