Chapter 2
"No..no! Just stop! God you are as pathetic as my daughter was!" Cora glares after the blonde had once again got the task wrong, while mentally cursing herself in disbelief over agreeing to teach the 'idiot' dark magic.
Emma however turned, despite how hard she had focused on what she was told and looks towards the older woman in anger over talking about Regina that way never mind herself. Gritting her teeth while trying to steady her breathing, the blonde lunges forward gripping her hand in a strangling motion in front of the woman and allows her magic to do the rest.
Having been magically choked, Cora grabs at her throat needing air and although in need of oxygen, lets out a small smile towards the provoked sheriff. "how...does..this make..you feel? Powerful?"
Squeezing her hand a bit more, Emma sighs in frustration and stops herself. "You're not worth it..if I did, I wouldn't learn and I need to for Regina because somebody has to get justice for her"
Cora clears her throat while rubbing her neck then glares at the blonde for the small dig that was sent her way. "Like that would finish me off..anyway I allowed you to do it, I wanted to see how far you would take it and to see how you felt because my dear if you want your little plan to work, you should have enjoyed it!"
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Over the next couple of weeks, Emma was adamant to learn the dark arts and practiced whenever she could even without Cora's supervision which could have been deadly. This however did not stop the blonde spending half her time in Regina's vault, sitting with her, mourning.
Walking down the steps for what would appear as the hundredth time, Emma headed straight towards to side room beside the underground space used to store the former Queen's magic. As if on auto pilot, the blonde sat herself down beside the makeshift bed as she refused to put her girlfriend in a coffin and reached across for the icy cold hand. Emma had reserved the brunette but due to time away once the woman was gone, she could not save her from turning cold and that was one thing that haunted the sheriff, one thing she marked off as letting Regina down on and swore never to do again.
Glancing over to the face that once held so much hope after many years of giving up, Emma smiles sadly and runs her thumb along the brunette's hand. "God I miss you...you didn't deserve this, not after everything you did to prove to everyone you were sorry..a lot of people would have said I was supposed to be top of the list for hating you..but they are all wrong. Not just because you never did anything to me personally..but because I could never hate you..even when we met, yes we bickered..boy did we bicker..but that was part of the chemistry..what made me love you because you were feisty and never backed down on what you believed in. Even me..I always struggled to believe in myself but you did that for me and showed me who I could be. I am so grateful..and so honoured to have met you, known you..and even though this is where I am now, in pain, missing you, I would never change anything that happened between us or meeting you because I can tell you right now..a life without Regina Mills...sucks..big time" wiping a finger along the bottom of her eye to catch the fallen droplet, the blonde leans forward and rests her head beside the brunette's, closing her eyes. She was not leaving and she never did when it came to night time, she would lock herself in the vault to protect Regina from the dark.
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Hearing a sharp loud bang on her front door, Emma shoots up from her position on her couch and rubs her head from the lack of sleep. Over the past day or so, she felt as though she had a handle on her magic and refused to meet Cora for her lessons but instead spent it at the vault where she would stay through the night as usual and rarely sleep staring at the woman. Returning to her apartment in the early morning, the blonde must have fell into a restless sleep upon her couch. Rising up from the uncomfortable temporary bed, Emma walks over opening her door with a yawn and a very carefree attitude to see Cora looking less than pleased.
"...what?.."
Pushing her way through and past the blonde, the older brunette looks around her surroundings with a turned up nose then raises an eyebrow towards the unimpressed sheriff. "..such attitude..why have you been skipping my lessons? Unless you have found a way to get revenge or bring my daughter back from the dead in the past twenty four hours, you still need my help"
Emma rolls her eyes and places her hands on her hips annoyed. "Listen lady! I do not need you, I simply wanted some lessons and now that I can.." Holding her palm out, the blonde flares up a fireball on demand. "Do that..I don't need your assistance anymore!"
Cora chuckles darkly. "Do you really think one measly fireball would end the dark one, my dear child you have a lot more to learn if you do" walking up to Emma invading her personal space, the older woman sneers. "Do you not think that I do not know what you get up to in your spare time? Pining over someone who is dead, is useless. There is no way to bring her back so I suggest you actually put your wasted time to good use!"
"Wasted time?...wasted time?!" The blonde flares up another fireball angrily and steps towards Cora forcing the woman to take a step back. "Spending my time with the woman I love, dead or not, is not wasted! I will get my revenge without you and I will find a way of bringing Regina back! Now get out!"
The older woman's eyes glisten in anger. "You have made a very big mistake backing out on our plan, you will regret this..you thought Rumple was bad, you haven't seen nothing yet!"
Emma just continues to glare keeping her chin up then closes her palm, distinguishing her flame as the Cora retreats back out the front door. Falling back onto her couch, the blonde breathes heavily allowing her emotion to take over having held it back to prove a point to the woman.
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Once the sheriff had pulled herself together, the blonde intended on heading back to Regina, this time not to just see her but to use the magic that the brunette had left behind. She had gained the knowledge she needed from the former mayor's mother and knew it was now time to end it. To end him.
Walking through the scarily cold graveyard, Emma pulled her brown leather jacket tight around her abdomen then reached up towards her necklace which holds Regina's ring that she had always worn since she was young and had been given by her father. Twirling with a shaky hand, the blonde looks towards it and takes a deep breath. Lifting her head to look towards the Mills mausoleum, Emma freezes in shock seeing the lightning flashes seep through the gaps of the closed door and illuminate the whole building causing the side to crack in its tremor.
"No..no..Regina!" Starting off into a run, the blonde begins to panic reaching the door that hides the brunette inside. Breathing heavily in a state, Emma pulls hard on the door then flies back as the door opens and breaks off its hinges causing all its power from within to pull at anything of purpose around the building, including Emma. Trying her hardest to grip at the ground, the blonde grows weak and eventually lets go, her body lifting off the earth and shoot straight for the swirling hole inside the vault.
Landing onto dry earth on the other side with a groan, Emma turns herself over while sat on the dirt track that appears to be on going. Looking slightly scared, the blonde rises to her feet brushing herself down in the process and scans the foreign land around her. "Oh god..."
"Stop the carriage!"
Turning round in a defensive stance, Emma stares at the horse and carriage that comes to a halt before her, watching carefully as a man dressed like royalty reveals himself by stepping down out of his transportation and heads over to her.
"My dear child what are you doing walking down my path?"
Gulping at the intimidating man, the blonde looks up at him trying to find her words. "I..I'm sorry..I..think I'm lost.."
The man looks her up and down then gives a small smirk. "Evidently..your attire is something which I have never seen before.."
"Where is your loyalty you rude girl! Bow before your king!" A guard standing near the King scolds her.
Emma's eyes widen. "I..didn't know I'm sorry I.."
Waving a hand off, the King smiles. "Nonsense..it is clear not everyone knows of my title, especially if you do not come from here, where do you come from?"
"..erm..another land? I don't mean to disturb I just need to find a way back.."
Still smiling, the gradually greying man gestures to his carriage. "Come with me..it is near dark and a girl like you should not be alone out here..you may stay and continue your journey tomorrow"
Emma goes to protest but finds her being pushed towards the carriage by the guard. Sitting down opposite the King who keeps smiling in a creepy way then takes hold of her hand, the blonde bites her lip awkwardly.
"Allow me to properly introduce myself, King Leopold of the White Kingdom"
The blonde tries to hide her disgust as he kisses her hand and her shock knowing who he is."It..is..very kind of you to help..I have heard many stories of this Kingdom, not always good"
The King frowns concerned. "Well that cannot be true young maiden as the people love their ruler and his family"
Looking outside the window as they approach his castle, Emma questions. "Family?"
"Yes you must meet my daughter Snow and my young Queen, Regina.
Watching in complete shock as the King exits his carriage, the blonde starts to shake. She knew now exactly where she was and in which time. Staring up at the large white castle, Emma tries to compose herself but all she could think was what she was told, who she was to see.
Regina.
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A/N: uh oh Emma...
For reference the ring Emma wears around her neck is not Daniel's. I noticed from a few episodes that Regina wears a ring on her right hand, so I decided to add it that it was Henry's and she wears it as a reminder of him.