Emma's POV

"Oops!" Elizabeth giggles. "I guess we have to change our plans. How does this sound? I get to live, and you can all rot here."

Elizabeth smiles wickedly, before taking a step toward me. My family moves closer to me, almost like a barricade, but I can't let any of them get hurt. I advance towards Elizabeth. "Why are you doing this?"

Her dark hair is tousled around her shoulders, forming a black halo around her head. Her blue eyes are filled with hatred, and I can tell she was never interested in helping us. She killed Milah, my mind screams, even though I know Milah is already dead. What happens when you fall to hell? Another thing plays through my head like a broken record. You are going to be killed by your true love's daughter.

"Don't you see it?" Elizabeth says turning to face Killian. "I blame you. You couldn't save my mother, and in turn you couldn't. Save. Me." She pauses between the last three words, jabbing a finger at Killian's chest. "And, when you finally show up in the Underworld, you don't give a damn about me. You're too busy doting over your new baby and this, this bitch," Elizabeth throws me a dirty look. Ouch. "To pay any attention to me. I've had two hundred years to learn how to hate you, and, hell, have I gotten good at it."

I look to Regina, trying to communicate with eye contact to make a double blast of magic. I assume she understands what I mean, 'cause she gives me a subtle head nod. I try to blast Elizabeth with magic, as does Regina, but instead of seeing the blasts of red and white like I'm used to, we're merely left standing there with our hands out in front of us like kids playing pretend.

Elizabeth laughs. "Did I forget to tell you? We are standing in an cave that is pure Underworld." What the hell does "Pure Underworld mean? "What matters to you is that no magic from The Land Above will work down here, but mine will." With a snap of her wrist all of our wrists and ankles are bound, and I'm forced to my knees. So is the rest of my family. "I propose another change of plans. One by one, each of you go falling over the edge. Daddy dearest, the blonde bitch, the Evil Queen, and everybody else." She stalks us like a cat, before walking back over to the edge. "Who goes first? Oh! I know. How about my new step-brother?"

Henry. She has Henry. He disappears in a puff of blue smoke, reappearing next to her at the edge. "Moms!" he shouts.

"Henry!" I have never felt so helpless in my life. Elizabeth kicks my son, and that feeling of helplessness is replaced by anger.

"My own father loves you more than he loves me." She leans in close to his ear. "But at least we have one thing in common. They're replacing us both with our baby sister."

"That's a lie!" I shout before I realize.

I'm having a daughter. A little girl. "Wait. How do you know we're having a girl?"

Elizabeth forces Henry to move closer to the edge. "The Dark One told me." Realizing she might have to be more specific, she added: "Rumpelstiltskin."

"You're working with him? Why would you do that? He's the one who killed Milah!"

Elizabeth sighed as if we were children she was trying to teach a simple concept to. "Do I really have to explain everything? I know he killed my mother. But he's offering me something I can't refuse. If I kill all of you, he frees me from this wretched hell. He's the one who told me where to find the flame." She bites her lip, then smiles. "I could have gotten it myself if I wanted to."

"Then why would you make Killian and I go all that way?" I query.

She rolls her eyes. "Come on, Emma. Didn't getting the flame seem a little easy to you?"

I guess... "Yeah, but-"

"No buts about it. I needed you to trust me. Would you have trusted me if I zapped up to the mountain, grabbed the flame, and zapped myself back down here within a few seconds?"

She's right, but I'd never admit that. "Who's to say I ever trusted you at all?"

Elizabeth sighs dramatically. "You did trust me, Emma. I reminded you of yourself. Rumpelstitskin told me exactly how to gain your trust. And by the way, I'm the one who slipped Hades the poppy dust."

"So everything you told us was a lie?" Maybe the prophecy is a lie too.

Elizabeth claps. "Bravo, Emma. Wonderful skills of deduction you've got there."

I'm slightly hopeful. "So the prophecy isn't real?"

"Whoops! That was true. I guess not everything was a lie." Her smile reminds me of the Cheshire Cat's. Of course that's the thing that's true.

She pushes Henry closer to the edge. "Okay, okay! I did trust you," I shout. "But please, don't hurt Henry! I'll do whatever you want!"

"Unfortunately for you, Emma, I'm not in the business of making deals with you." With a little wave, she pushes Henry off the edge.

"NO!" Henry's gone. He's gone. Out of the corner of my eye I can see my mother cut herself free with a knife she must've had hidden in her coat. She's freed me and the rest of my family,all of them running the the edge, and me remaining on the ground.

Elizabeth looks over the edge to make sure what she's done is final. But a hand reaches up and grabs on to her leg, sending her spiralling over the edge. Her screams can be heard until they come to an abrupt stop, when I'm sure she landed where she belongs.

The hand that pulled her down reaches up onto the cliff, followed by an arm. I run over to the edge, and Regina and I both pull Henry up onto the rock. "You're okay," a mutter before Regina and I both pull him into a bone-crushing hug, tears streaming down my face.

"Yeah, mom, I am," he whispers.

My dad points to the swirling green portal. "We have to get home before it closes."

Robin heads through the portal first, followed by Henry, then my parents, and finally Regina. I'm about to step through the portal, when I notice Killian standing by the ledge. "Killian? We have to leave. The portal's closing soon."

He looks down, as if ashamed of himself. "Do think it's my fault?"

I walk over to him, the lean my head on his shoulder. "I think you did everything you could to save Milah. It's not your fault what happened to her happened. Elizabeth chose to be angry about that. And I know you're going to be a great father to this little one," I say, placing a hand on my abdomen.

"I love you so much, Emma."

"I love you too," I reply, before we share a quick but passionate kiss. "We can talk more about this when we get home. To our home." I give him a quick peck on the cheek, before we walk through the portal, hands clasped. It might have been a stressful journey down here, but now we can head back home to some semblance of normal, together again.