Killian Jones
My sword was striking down the winged beasts as fast as it could, the Prince by my side copying my motions. Even Baelfire was making use of his cutlass. We were providing a circle of protection around Regina and Swan. They fought against the green one with magic, the resulting lights flashing around them like fire. Swan still getting a grip on her powers so Regina was doing most of the magic, but the green one was more than capable of taking on Regina alone. Snow and the mermaid were riding griffins above us with a handful of people I didn't know, taking out as many of these beasts as we were down here. The Wolf Girl was nowhere to be seen. I looked up at the sky. Dusk was still minutes away but it was a full moon and the moment the moon appeared, so would she. Henry was locked up with the cricket man, Whale and Princess Aurora in the tower, more protected than anyone else as the lad should be. A snarl ripped through the woods followed by the dying screeches of the winged men. The wolf had appeared. Two wolves, as I saw later. The old woman had shed her own cloak for the first time in years to help with the battle.
Just then, Regina was hit with a bolt of green light and she collapsed on the ground. The Green One spun around and found herself face to face with Emma. I couldn't help it. I abandoned my post and ran to help her. Despite what I told myself, despite her anger at me and despite the idea that I would stay away from the Princess, I loved Emma Swan. And I wasn't about to let that witch destroy her. The women began fighting ferociously, colors flying around disorientingly. Emmy fury fueled her powers and her skills picked up. The witch noticed that Swan wasn't about to let her win and reached her hand out, plunging it into Emma's chest.
"Emma!" I called out instinctively. No. Not again. Emma was about to be ripped out of my grip in the same way as Milah had been so many years ago. 'Love her' Milah had told me. Had she known that Emma would be killed in this way? Despite my actions in the past week I loved Emma Swan more than I had ever loved anyone or anything in my entire life, and here she was, about to die and once again there was nothing I could do about it. Emma looked down in horror but then, meeting the witch's eyes with her own she grinned. What? Emma had seen people forced to endure this retched fate before, how could she smirk like that? Of course. Emma wanted to be with her true love. She wanted the witch to die so she could be with Graham. I could still stop her. I could rush ahead and knock her aside, let the green one tear out my heart instead. A small voice in my head whispered in my ear. But if this is what she truly wants, who are you to stand in her way? As soon as Milah was gone I would have gladly died fighting for revenge because I would have been with her. And if Emma wanted to die, I would let her, and I would finish killing the witch, and I would find a way to follow her. Because in life or death, I would follow Emma Swan anywhere.
Emma Swan
I had stood back as much as I could, afraid to get in Regina's way. But Regina had been knocked unconscious and now it was my turn to stop the witch. Emotions rushed through my veins. I knew what Regina always told me, anger fuels magic but I had a different idea. Any strong emotion would do, anger, frustration, sadness, sure, but also joy, happiness and love. And if my past told me anything, it was that love was power, not weakness. So I focused on Henry, a bright red bolt flew from my hand to the witch's face. She blocked it. And my parents, a wave of water overtook the fire she threw at me. My friendship with Ruby, and a blast of energy knocked her backwards. How the lost boys found happiness again and I could protect my mother above us as the witch threw a bolt of lightning at her griffin. How I felt sailing, flying, and how I felt about Killian a blast of energy tore through me and pulled the witch in close enough that any magic she used would affect her as well. Or how I had felt about Killian I should say. Hell who was I kidding? I still had feelings for him, okay fine I loved him. It was true love, I had found it, but he didn't love me back. And that was what killed me. I got distracted, the witch took advantage and plunged her hand into my chest. I looked down in mock horror and pretended for a second that she had the upper hand, literally. But the joy I felt when I heard Killian shout my name made me forget about the façade I had planned for this moment. I looked up at her triumphantly and smirked.
"Oh, right." I said sarcastically, "There is something you should know." Rolling her eyes she tried to pull my heart out. Her smile faltered and she pulled harder. I clenched my muscles, trapping her hand. "You see I am the product of true love so I've got this super powerful love-magic thing going on and it's kind of impossible to take my heart." I tipped my head and feigned concern. "Did I not tell you? Oh no! Well that hardly seems fair! Well, while I've got you here, all trapped and unable to magic yourself out of this one, maybe you could call off your monkeys."
"They aren't monkeys!" The witch screeched. "Why do you keep calling them monkeys?"
"I don't know!" I yelled back angrily. "Why don't you sing about it?" I heard a snort from Neal and looking around I saw that the fight had stopped and every man, woman, flying creature-y thing and beast were staring at us. "Well go on, tell them they are free from your captivity and should leave us alone." The witch glared at me but after a moment more of her struggles and attempts of magic she sighed.
"It is as she says." The witch admitted, struggling with the words. "Go. Go now." The creatures looked around at each other until one threw down the rock it was attempting to beat Ruby with and flew off. Within moments the rest had followed and we were alone with the witch. Regina was stirring and appeared shocked at the sight around her.
"And what about me, my pretty?" She asked. "Your precious Evil Queen isn't powerful enough to kill me and you aren't dark enough, so tell me do you have another witch? Someone who is as powerful as the girl who uses love to make her magic yet dark enough that they would kill someone. My smile faltered, but before I could say a word a voice from behind me made my jaw drop.
"Not a witch, dearie, a wizard!" a gleeful laugh accompanied this statement. "And all the power in Oz!"