Prompt #3: The Sun is getting real low
It was so easy for herself to get caught up in her rage, to relish in the power she held over everyone else and the fact that she could be the cause of massive destruction. The only problem was she didn't know how to let go, dark magic was intoxicating. It would wrap around every inch of your soul, licking it with the elegance of ambrosia. The dagger didn't work on her, despite it carrying her name. It would have been a completely different scenario had she not interfered and let the darkness take Regina. Sure it would have snuffed out the light in the brunette, leaving behind something much worse than the Evil Queen but what it did to Emma was equally as horrifying. Emma was all light magic, it was her very essence. Had the darkness succeeded in snuffing out all of her light, she wouldn't even be alive tearing apart the forest limb by limb. Instead it morphed her into something much worse, something that was feared and could never be controlled. It changed her.
"Hello My Knight.." Regina appeared from out of the corner of the forest holding a small bag for Emma. It held doubt a change of clothes seeing as her's had been ripped apart by various spells. Emma simply snarled at the brunette wanting nothing more than to be alone.
"The Sun is getting real low." Regina dropped the bag at her feet, her voice was like warm honeyed milk. Emma being the parched one, latched onto it no matter how much she wanted to turn her away. The blonde's eyes were swimming black, the same shade they always were whenever the darkness took over. Her skin was a sickly pale that only the Charming woman seemed to be able to pull off gracefully. She slowly walked until she stood in front of the blonde haired woman but far enough back to where Emma wouldn't feel threatened. Holding up one hand, she waited several moments on a baited breath for Emma to do the same before holding it out. The blonde reluctantly placed her hand into Regina's, watching as the older woman took her other hand and trailed it down Emma's arm.
Slowly Emma's eyes began to clear, small flecks of green making their way back to the for front of her irises. Emma shook her head dizzily, making her blonde curls fly everywhere before she staggered back. She stumbled around looking like a drunk person before she crumbled to her knees and then landed face first into the ground.
It was different for her than it was for Rumple. She was a good person before she took in the darkness, and it was the good in her that allowed peaks of the old Emma to shine through. Granted they were far and few in between but she would always be here to give Emma her lullaby and to calm the blonde down.
AN: This one might be continued...