Chapter 27: Eye of the Storm
Emma reacted out of pure instinct, her hands shooting out and shining with a white light, the hook slipping from her grasp and landing on the ground. The arrow stopped...it couldn't have been more than two inches away from embedding itself in Snow's right eye.
What the hell?!
Emma didn't know what to do. The arrow had done exactly what she had wanted and she was clearly doing something to stop the arrow...was she the one that had sent it right back at its owner? Did she just try to kill her mother?! What? Help...please...her hands shaking from the maelstrom of emotion raging in her mind and heart.
"Swan, I want you to listen to me very carefully. Your magic as a savior is no longer dormant." Killian started his voice calm and steady.
Magic?! She has magic...oh god, she has magic! What the hell was she supposed to do?! She had no idea how to use magic!
"Tell me something i don't know… like how do i drop it or move it away or something!" Emma snapped breathlessly, completely terrified of what was happening to her.
She nearly squeaked in fright when the arrow slipped about a half inch forward, the arrow itself trembling like her hands were. Someone help her please! The arrow slipped again...now barely an inch from Snow's eye.
"Swan...you need to relax. Freshly awakened magic expresses the emotions that you normally keep inside. In this case...rage. You're furious with her. Why?" The captain asked taking a few steps towards her, slowly and calculating.
No! Don't come near her! Not while she is like this...she didn't want to hurt him...not him, not her captain...she couldn't do that to her friend. The arrow moved away about a half inch before his question registered in her brain and the arrow slipped to a mere half inch from its target.
"Why...because she keeps calling Artz a monster! She isn't a monster! She hasn't hurt anyone! She saves people! How can she call someone like her a monster?! " Emma snapped the arrow beginning to glow in the same white light as her hands as she glared at Snow, "Worse...you called her a coward. She's not a coward at all! She's braver than you will ever be...she deserves to be the Savior!"
The blonde stopped breathing, the light around the arrow starting to sizzle in response to her emotions and her eyes began to glow softly. Many of the tents started falling over, the remains of the small buildings creaking in protest as her magic weighed down the air, a pressure so intense that some of the people were starting to have trouble breathing.
"Swan… breathe. Seriously, you're turning purple, love… are you trying to be a blueberry pie?" Killian teased continuing to inch towards her.
The blonde savior was completely caught off guard and she couldn't help it...she laughed. It was short and a bit breathless but the pressure in the air was decreasing and the people breathing easier as a result.
Sweet lord...she has found the male version of Artz...and she was honestly grateful for that, mainly due to the fact that she would undoubtedly panic if the redhead had been approaching her instead of him.
"Now...i need you to look at me, Swan." He instructed and she shook her head slightly, the arrow wiggling in response, "Emma...why do you hate Artz?"
Now that got her to look at him, her head snapping in his direction in disbelief. The sizzling around the arrow stopped but the light remained.
"I don't...how dare you...i don't hate her!" Emma half shouted having barely regained her breath.
How could he possibly think that?! Did Artz tell him that? Does she believe that the blonde actually hated her? That broke her heart, the light around the arrow fading as sorrow and guilt began to bubble up inside her.
"I heard what you said about her yesterday." He commented inching a little closer.
What? Her mind flashed back to when they had just been released and they had been talking about the ginger. There he was...off to the side and partially obscured by some hay bales. The look on his face, the fury in his eyes...the shade casting over him making his eyes look like black marbles.
"That was yesterday. Its different today." She stated firmly.
And it was...vastly different. Yesterday she had been drowning in false emotions, emotions forced upon her by something or someone. Today...she wanted to glomp the redhead and never let go. She had so much to make up for… her heart twinging painfully… she was the real monster.
So much was happening to the reluctant savior and now she has to sort herself out...otherwise her magic would express it for her, but the question is...who will be the target?
