Ch7
A.N
Hello! I have been reading your comments! Thanks for everything!
I know this might remind people about another story which is much better called "Princess and The Prisoner" it might remind you of it.
Believe me IM TRYING SO HARD not to try to make it look like it but it's a tough shit.
I have plans for this story. Hopefully it will not remind so much.
For now it will.
Deepest apology to the awesome writer Chrmdpoet.
You should check her stuff btw.
Amazing.
Again I'm so sorry. Truly.
E.D
"Stop it Emma, you look beautiful"
Argued Snow trying to stop Emma from ripping her dress apart.
Emma, even though she said she wasn't a kid anymore, she still fought and pouted over the dresses her mother made her wear. It seemed stupid for Emma to change just to go to a big fire.
She was nervous this year for the recent revelation that her friend, was actually the tyrant they were going to burn dolls in her name.
It made Emma's stomach flip uncomfortably.
Dressed in her purple dress Emma walked hand in hand with her parents.
"Are you okay mommy?" Emma asked, she had noticed her mother acting a bit strange.
The queen looked at her daughter and smiled her warmest smile.
"Of course honey! Just... Hoping everything goes as planned"
"Don't worry mom, it will be just fine"
Emma smiled at her mother.
Snow almost broke there. Charming gave her a supporting look.
The arrived to the decorated grounds.
Hay dolls, food, a small band and the huge stake decorated The Castle Grounds. The Stake was where the best carpenter in the land, Ghepetto would bring this years doll and tie it up to burn it. Pinocchio, Ghepetto's son and one of Emma's friends told her yesterday that this year was the best doll they did. "Shame we gotta burn it" he sighed as he carved the finishing touches to the wooden whale he was building.
Emma frowned, she didn't know If that was good news or bad news.
Then hours passed slowly for Emma, she got bored very quickly. Her father pretending to listen to her mother gush about the guests and Tink was nowhere to be found. The dwarves were drinking. Her mother said never to go to the dwarves if they where drinking. She was about to die from boredom until her godmother came to her rescue.
Red picked her up and placed the twelve year old girl on her hip like she was still 3.
"Like a dance Emma?"
They danced around the place, twirling and prancing. Their warm laughs were contagious and soon the people at ball were entertained by the dancing couple. The royals celebrated the start of a new year and a better year for their kingdom. Red placed Emma on the ground claiming that she had to go to see if granny was okay, the girl nodded and the brunette smiled.
Emma watched the Tower intently to see if she saw any movements.
When she didn't see anything she dragged herself to were her parents were to wait for the burning to start.
The Queens eyes warmed as she saw her daughter and she bent to take her hand.
"Come on sweetie, Gheppetto is tying the doll! Look the great work he did with Pinnochio! It's a master piece!"
The old man smiled and his son waved at the Royals.
Emma saw from the royal stand as her friend and his father tied the doll.
She could see it now. The doll looked much like her trapped friend. Except for the dress. The doll wore an exquisite red dress while her friend wore long plain shirts, garbs and torn stitch up cloth. She smiled weakly at Pinocchio trying to hide her fear.
Red stood beside her as the King gave the word.
"My friends, we are here to celebrate yet another year! I know things been tough but I'm glad to say that Snow and I have taken matters to hand" he said this while putting a hand on his wife's shoulder.
"As you should"
Emma heard a mutter through the dwarves. Leroy she thought containing a laugh.
He looked at both of his girls, rose his arm and continued unaware.
"So this is for a good year! The first of many!" The crowed cheered.
When his arm came down, Pinocchio was fast to light up the bonfire.
It was all like every year, watch the doll burn. But as the princess blinked. Slowly she saw the doll transform.
Regina? She thought.
The doll came alive. It was like her friend reincarnated from the very wood of the doll.
The heat hit her like a tidal wave, watching it scorching the very soul of the trapped. The fire burnt all of her senses, only the agony remained. For she didn't see it anymore as a doll. Instead she saw Regina, withering and blackening. Her brown eyes coming alive staring at Emma. Frenetical and desperate for help. Not even the scream that tore through Regina's throat until it was raw could distract her from the torture she could feel in every cell of her body. The torment didn't cease for a second, the entire body was ablaze. She saw as her love thrashed and sobbed but the inferno's grip simply increased in temperature, never showing mercy on the woman. She was trapped in the never-ending heat. She was so caught up in the pain of watching her friend, she even noticed how the olive skin began to melt gradually like wax.
Emma was frantically, her heart pounding. She clenched her hand were her heart resided. A strange pull surged.
The wind rises and starts blowing lifting the smoke.
Unknown to everyone, including
herself, Emma's irises turned gold.
The wind became wilder by the second, as it fought the flames of the inferno.
In her Tower, Regina clenched her hand on chest where her heart reside. Something was wrong. Emma was anxious and devastated. Her breathe became rapid, she had to get to Emma. The pull she felt was tremendous. Her magic flowed and hit the bars like tidal waves, uncontrolled and unbroken.
Her eyes glowed purple as she threw fire balls to the unbreakable bars. She had to get to Emma.
She didn't stop throwing her blazed fists until her exhaustion caught to her and she collapsed on the ground.
"Emma.."
The wind blew, strong whipping through people and attacking the fire.
The blazed logs trembled and the fire dance trying to stay alive. Snow grabbed her daughter, she was certain that with this wind she was sure to be blown off.
Emma wanted the thing to end. To save her friend. Something was build up inside of her, she was holding it down afraid, but couldn't take it anymore. She whipped away from her mother, she couldn't control it. Her eyes force shut as she screamed. A huge strong gust hit the fire lifting it in the air and twisting it as a tornado, extinguishing all the flames and destroying the doll.
Emma collapsed as the wind stopped.
Red scooped her goddaughter in her arms before she could hit the floor.
David run to her side with Snow behind him.
Emma turned rustling the sheets. Her body ached as she stretched in her bed.
"How are ya doing?"
Emma relaxed and smiled at the familiar accent.
"I'm, okay thank you for your concern Tink"
A damped cloth soothed her forehead. Slowly and with the help of her maid Emma sat up on her comfortable bed. She rubbed her face. Her head was pounding against her skull and her eyes felt like some one had drill the with an arrow.
"Wha-, what happened?"
"Well a bloody storm came and blew everything off the ground! It was terrible! Your father says a log or a rock or s'mthing hit your head and knocked ya, how it feels?" answered the maid passing a soothing hand through the blonde curls disentangling them.
Emma's forest eyes where unfocused on the far wall as she tried to remember yesterday's events. She only remember pain, the worst pain she ever felt and Emma had felt pain before. She once had slipped from a tree and broke her arm. It took her a week to get back to climbing.Regina was furious, "what if it had been you head Emma?!" She said but she admitted it was the only way they could meet.
'Regina!'
From her window, Emma saw the sun setting, a wonderful view. She turned to the former fairy and yawn.
"I feel sleepy, might sleep for a while.."
Tink smiled and nodded.
When the door clicked shut, Emma counted.
Regina woke on the ground, drool traveled down her cheek. Her head felt like it was being constantly hit by a sledge hammer.
'Worst hangover ever'
She sat up and rubbed her head. She felt a warm liquid and when she inspected her hand was painted red.
"Damn it" she muttered and she cleaned her hand with her cloths. Slowly she stood and walk too wards the beat up metallic jug of water she had.
After she cleaned the wound and patched it up with a ripped piece of clothing, she served a glass for water was welcomed by her parched throat. Sighing and rolling her head to loosen the tension that had build up at her neck from the impromptu sleeping on the ground situation.
The sun was bearly visible from her window, she thought how Emma was doing.
Her chest constricted with worry.
She could only hope and she hated it, being useless.
She waited, concentrating in listening and her 6th sense. Hours passed and the night darkened when she heard the low rasps.
She jolted at the usual thud, she saw the familiar hood and ran to the bars.
"Emma?"
The girl looked up and sobbed.
"Re-Gina , th-thank the gods you are okay!" Emma sobbed out clutching the bars.
"Emma, what's wrong, what happened?"
Emma cleared her throat and smiled weakly at the prisoner. She told her everything with deep and precise detail. Regina eyes grew worried as she analyzed the story.
"Emma," she whispered and grabbed the princess's hand.
Emma knew that instant Regina had something in mind, something that worried the former queen greatly.
"Don't cry, my little princess" she said warmly as she cleaned the tear streak cheeks with her thump. The bars buzzed threateningly and they pulled away a little.
"Emma, I need you to.. Remember what you were feeling last night.."
Emma narrowed her eyes.
"Why?"
"... Just try princess"
Begged Regina, she knew it was risky and hated her self for asking the princess to re live the nightmare that was yesterday. But for the good of Emma, she had to.
Emma closed her eyes and concentrated. Regina, burning, dying, her being useless.
Small whimpers escaped the princess's pink lips and Regina hated herself for doing that to Emma.
She was about to call it off when she felt small gusts of wind. The breeze circulated around Emma, incrementing by the minute and was surprised Regina the most was the distinct smell that strike her.
Cinnamon.
Emma's hands glowed white which made the older woman gasp.
"Emma"
Emma opened her golden teary eyes and stared at the brunette.
"What Regina?" She sniffed.
"You, you have magic"
Emma's eyes widen comically and she stared at her hands. She waved them.
"Reg-Regina! How do I stopped this?!" The princess panicked, which made her magic stronger. The wind now blowing throughout the whole room. It was obvious to Regina then.
She cupped the princess hands in hers and gave them a supporting squeeze. Emma's breathe calmed and her eyes returned to her normal color.
"Emma, elemental Magic is the most primitive and primal of magic, it acts upon instinct and it's the fasted one to access. Yours it's obviously wind" Regina explained slowly and the girl nodded absorbing all the information.
"Mine is fire" she smirked and let go of one of the hands. She held it and it blazed up with a fire ball.
Emma 'ooh'ed amazed by the power and the flamed hand.
"Magic acts upon emotions, that's why it reacted so violently at the fire Emma" Regina smiled because after all the princess was trying to save the doll version of her. It made her heart swell. She extinguished her hand.
"How, how I'm I going to do this Regina?"
Regina smirked darkly and whispered loud enough for the princess to hear.
"I am going to teach you, Princess"
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