So this is pretty short but a couple of you have been asking so I thought I'd upload what I have. Fantasy battles aren't exactly easy to write. But I've been working on it. I've had inspiration, unfortunately it's just been in all the wrong places. Which brings me to this...

I've been wanting to do a holiday story but I've already done one for BFA and I wanted to make it a family story so that wouldn't work at all for that timeline. But since I don't really have a seasonal timeline for this story I can go back and add it in. It's going to be a few short chapter, before Emma finds out about everything, and it's going to just be family fluff with a few other characters interwoven in. Since it's going to be a couple of chapter's I'm thinking of uploading as it's own mini-story. The first one should be up very soon! I'm very excited about it and I hope you'll all love it.

Anyway if you want to know where I got (stole?) my Morion inspiration from google 'Sauron during the first age' It will be the third picture that is the young Morion and I just aged him from there to get the character. It's also on the Lord of the Rings Wikia for Sauron the deceiver. Anyway enjoy! And let me know what you think, or should tweak moving forward with this battle. Suggestions are welcome!

Emma eyed the monster in front of her. She could tell he had once been a striking man but his thirst for power and constant resistance to old age had taken it's toll, turning his handsome features into something far more sinister, reflecting the evil within. Dark hair, black as night that had long since lost its shine cascaded around his face, falling to his chest. Pale skin with an almost greyish tint was pulled taught around his sharp cheekbones. Haunting pale grey eyes with bored into her, nothing but darkness and hatred behind them.

"My dear princess." Mohrion's voice dripped with menace. "You have the beauty of youth, a radiance that is quite difficult to come by. How very fortunate you are. But you lack the shine of innocence. Altair has made a murderer out of you so young? How … interesting."

"You've done your research." Emma tried to look unaffected by Mohrion's words. "How fascinating."

"Research on you isn't very easy to come by." Mohrion continued. "What with how hidden and protected and coddled you've been. A few lives to your name isn't going to help you here princess. Why you are only sixteen are you not?"

"I am." Emma answered shortly.

"You haven't even embraced your full power yet. I have been told you have great potential; that your power shall… eclipse mine. Hmm…" Mohrion's gaze ran her over, looking less than impressed. "I don't see it. I see a young girl with flashy powers and an overfilled sense of confidence; one who is foolishly brave and will die here as a result. Your powers are … nothing in the shadow of mine."

"Then it is most fortunate, that I am capable of this…." Emma held her hands out and took a shaky breath, closing her eyes and turning her face up to the sky. Clearing her mind, she focused on only one thing. A wind began to pick up around her, causing her blonde waves to flutter. She let her instincts guide her, helping her to find the power that was still buried within. She knew the moment her power had found a way to unlock itself. There was an instant wave of calm that rushed through her body, a belief that she was capable filling her being. The wind around her died out into an eerie quiet for a moment before a blue and white light shot out, radiating form her entire body. Beams of power in the form of light wrapped around her body, slowly lifting her off the ground, her hair floating up, forming a golden halo around her. The wind had picked up again in a violent fashion. An intoxicating feeling filled her as she realized the full expanse of her power for the first time. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, anything she could have ever imagined.

While she knew the manifestation had only taken moments, it felt as if she had been familiar with this power for an eternity. It was if she understood more about herself than she ever had before. Everything seemed clearer, even things that had before seemed impossible to comprehend. As the wind around her died down and the light returned to her body, her feet softly met the ground. Emma opened her eyes, the clear emerald green focused only on the enemy in front of her.

For a moment she could have sworn Mohrion looked worried, caught off guard by her sudden inheritance of power. But the worry was gone from his face as quickly as it had come, a cruel laugh and heartless gaze replacing it. "Well, it seems as if I might have underestimated your abilities. Not to worry. It will only make this all the more fun. Your little show doesn't scare me princess."

Emma's eyes narrowed, no longer having to feign confidence in herself. "If you are not scared of me then why are you here? Why not go claim what you say is so rightfully yours and not worry about my little magic shows?"

"Dear princess, you summoned me, it would be rude to refuse an invitation." Mohrion reminded the girl. "But since you ask, I am here because belief is a powerful thing, and that is something I cannot allow. The realms for some reason believe in you, their hero, their savior." He sneered at the word. "I need to prove to them, to everyone, that I am someone to be feared, that you are nothing more than a silly little girl, and their hopes will die with you."

"Then prove it." Emma challenged. Her voice was not one of petulance as might be expected from a teenager, but one of grave seriousness. It was a throwing of a gauntlet that could not be ignored.

"Oh you think you have a chance." Morrion's voice dripped with belittling amusement. His eyes bored into her, filled with malice and a lust for power. "Princess there is no light that can defeat darkness."

Emma held out her hands, causing the earth beneath them to shake before it broke away, raising them above the surrounding area, creating an arena of sorts for their battle. Mohrion grinned at the display of power. "How… amusing."

She could see a slight shift in his eyes before black tendrils made out of a material she could only describe as evil grew toward her, snaking and curling around each other as they approached. Emma held out her hands, a sphere of white light expanding around her in a protective force field, holding the black magic at bay. She saw Mohrion's eyes narrow as the tendrils began to come hard and faster, slamming against the force field, attempting to expose and penetrate any weakness.

Mohrion's magic would gain ground, forcing Emma's force field back, before she found to expand the sphere, distancing herself from the attack. Even with the back and forth, Emma knew she was only on the defensive and it would not win her this war. Suddenly the darkness retreated rapidly back to it's master. Emma's eyes widened as she realized what he was preparing to do. Gathering all of his magic he sent it in massive blast. Emma hit the ground, holding her hand up, creating a small but effective shield buffering the attack. The blast finally stopped long enough for her to regain her footing to prepare for the next attack. She watched as the darkness collapsed in to a blazing being, fire in the shape of a man growing larger as it walked toward her.

Calling upon her lessons from Serafine she held out her hand, drawing all the nearby water to her and sending a violent wave crashing over the firey being before he had a chance to attack. When the wave cleared a soaked Mohrion was revealed, eyes blazing red in anger. The change in eye color let Emma know that she had caught him on edge just enough to give her a chance to survive.

A guttural scream ripped from his throat as he thrust his hands forward, send a blast of black magic toward her. She was able to get her hands up in time to rebuff the attack. But this time she could do more than defend herself. Pulling back slightly, she used her strength to push her force field forward, not only forcing Mohrion's attack back, but knocking him off balance completely. Before he got a chance to recover she held her hands out, causing the earth to once again shake. Boulders began to fly up, circling around her faster and faster. Once by one she sent them flying at her enemy, in different directions, causing him to react quickly to deflect each one. When the last one flew she saw an opening, thrusting her hand forward and sending a beam of power toward his chest, sending him sprawling backward.

She took her chance while she had it, knowing what had to be done before he regained his bearing. She moved forward quickly, allowing the tendrils of magic being emitted from her body to surround her while they radiated out, engulfing her enemy as well. She couldn't help but notice the dark grey color of her magic, a sure effect of where they were going. She closed her eyes, picturing the place she had only ever read of, and felt the familiar breathlessness that accompanied realm travel, vanishing both herself and her enemy from her world.

"Where did she go?" Snow panicked, the disappearance of her daughter causing even more concern than the fear of watching her battle with that monster. "Where are they? What has he done with her?"

"It wasn't him." Evan looked to the grief-stricken queen. "What just happened was due to Emma. She knows where she took them, and see's it to her advantage to be there."

"I'm not sure it's to her advantage, but it is necessary." Serafine cut in, her voice purely analytical, void of any emotion unlike the other members of their small party. "Mohrion's power is tied to his world. It is a dark and cruel place, built by dark magic. It is inhabited only by himself and the twisted and terrible creatures he has created from darkness. There is a legend that claims he hid something within his castle, a part of him if you will. As long as it exists he cannot die, at least not fully. Emma knows of this."

"So she took them to his world." Red looked at Serafine in understanding. "But if it's his world, a world built of dark magic, does not it give him the advantage?"

"It does." Serafine confirmed, looking back to the place her pupil had disappeared. "But it is our only chance at survival."