A/N: Hey guys i was able to finish my personal goal so i decided to update early! hope you guys like this chapter. Not beta'd so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.

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*****Chapter 6*****

Regina woke up from a wonderful dream that ended way too soon. She could feel the wetness pooling in between her thighs. She closed her eyes softly as she thinks back to her dream. The soft feel of Emma's hands trailing on the outside of her thighs as she made her way in between the Queen's tanned legs. Goosebumps cover her flesh as she could almost feel Emma's hot panting breath over her soft wet mound. Emma's bright green eyes had locked with hers and with that she woke up.

She groaned as she stood up her nightdress pooled at her feet as she removed it to get ready for the day. She walked to the washbowls kept near her bed and began to wash up. There had not been a day that had gone by that the Brunette had not thought of the young Blonde woman. Regina still wasn't sure what had happen, why she had ran away from her. They declared their love in the purest of ways and a week later it had been shattered. Regina had not even been able to tell the Blonde her secret of being the Queen of the land.

She had told her a little of her background, who she had been; every time she had tried Emma had told her the past was the past. Emma would vow her love and that nothing would change that, even with Regina being a witch. They were in love and until the day she found out that Emma had vanished she felt nothing could change that. She wanted to be a better person for Emma, for herself.

Then it was shattered, all gone, as was the happiness she felt. She searched high and low, but she couldn't find the blonde anywhere. She looked for two years before finally giving up. She couldn't take it anymore and with all the money she had spent in her search her kingdom had fallen into poverty. She created the Games; the peopled loved it, and as time passed so did she.

She dressed in a black and red flowing dress, styling her hair into a fashionable braid with the help of her handmaiden. She made her way to her parlor where she took her morning meal. She sees the tray on the side of the desk. A simple fruit and toast meal to get her started. The Kings would be there soon and she needed everything to be ready. King George and King Midas were on their way. Regina was almost certain King Midas would bring his daughter Abigail and her best friend Aurora, so she made sure to have a room prepped for them both just incase.

A sharp knock on the door interrupted her inner thoughts "Enter!" she commanded.

"My Queen," General Graham said as he walked through the door bowing shortly before standing up.

"Yes, General," she said as she gracefully walked towards her desk, leaning against her desk facing the General.

"My Queen, the Kings have just arrived along with the Princesses," he said as his eyes traveled up and down her body lustfully.

'Being her favorite did have its perks.' he mused.

"Lead them to the throne room. I shall be there shortly," she ordered, ignoring the look he gave her as she reached for a piece of fruit that was laid out on a plate taking a bit of it.

"Yes My Queen," he said bowing once more before taking a step back then turned and walked away.

"Mirror?" she said lightly looking towards the wall where he hung at.

"Yes, Your Majesty?" he asked as he appeared from a puff of blue smoke.

"Make sure you keep a close eye on our guests...Is that understood?" she commanded coldly.

"Yes Your Majesty, of course." He said as he left the mirror.

Regina walked towards the balcony looking out at her Kingdom. The day was becoming a grim one as dark clouds had set low into the sky rain wasn't far off. Looking to the left of the Kingdom she could see the warm fire pits in the slave camp. She knew that she needed to welcome the new slaves as she always did, but this time she didn't have the energy to play the Evil Queen for them. Maybe she would just have Graham welcome them in his special own way. She turned and looked at the Great Arena that sat next to the camp, where the Games were held. In 2 weeks time the Games would begin and she would make them the best games ever.

She turned and made her way out of the room into the Throne room where her guests would be waiting for her. As she glided in the guards opened the grand doors for her. Both Kings were standing; talking amongst themselves while the two Princesses stood silently looking around. She was surprised to see Aurora even there since she had escaped Maleficent's sleeping curse by some unnamed knight. She was surprised that Aurora had even left her true love to come be with her best friend. She was curious to find out more about this mystery knight.

"My Queen," both Kings said in unison.

She nodded at both men as she took a seat on the great throne before them. She paused a moment before addressing them," King George, King Midas I'm so happy to see you were able to make it." she said with a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Queen Regina you are looking more beautiful everytime I see you." King Midas said as he lustfully smiled at her. Princess Abigail shuddered slightly at seeing her father flirt with the Dark Queen.

"Thank You, King Midas," She smiled despite the queasy feeling in her belly.

"You are most welcome My Queen," he smirks as he once again raked his eyes over her flesh.

King George rolled his eyes at the other man; looking over he saw both Princesses pale as they watched the King flirt. He filed this information for later. Clearing his throat he began to speak, "Queen Regina I do say I cannot wait for Games to begin. When do they start?" looking towards her as he watched the lights play over her face.

"They will begin soon, until then we shall feast and celebrate," she said with a smile.

"Well then, please show us to our rooms so we can freshen up and change," King George said as he stood up stretching slightly. Wanting to get away from the nauseating King and his new little obsession of wooing the Dark Queen.

"Of course," she waved her hand and one of her servant girls appeared.

"Take the Kings and Princesses to their rooms, Jenny" The Queen instructed. "Also, let General Graham know I wish to speak with him at once."

The servant nodded and led the way for the Royals to follow her. King Midas turned and spoke to the Queen, "Until later My Queen" he said with a small smirk as he leered at her body.

"Of course My King," As she watched him leave she began to wonder to herself how much she was going to have to deal with if the King decided he wanted to make her his new Queen and with his daughter watching no less.

She felt nauseated by his actions; it had reminded her of King Leopold and what he had ripped away from her body. Emma had been the only lover she possessed that made her feel truly wanted. Truly sexy and loved, not just a tool for pleasure or whatever the deranged man thought he could get out of her. She looked up as she saw her General walk in.

"General Graham, I am in no mood to see the new slaves... make sure they feel welcomed in any manner you see fit." she said emotionlessly as her mood turned darker.

"Yes My Queen," he said sharply as he turned to make his leave.

The Queen stood and made her way back to her parlor, there was much she needed to do before the Games began. Looking over her plans she sat at her desk as she began to work looking over the documents of the slaves. She kept a record of all the slaves. She began scanning the names her eyes stopped on one name that she hadn't seen in quite a while...Emma. Her head began to spin as she stared at the name written on the parchment paper. Could it be possible? 'No, its not her' Regina thought as she put the paper way, she refused to get her hopes up for some silly name as she had done in the past.

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Abigail walked into the room she was staying in looking over to see Aurora standing there looking out the window at the slave camp.

"Aurora, it will be okay..." Abigail said as she walked over to the strawberry haired woman.

"Will it?" Aurora asked as she turned to face the other Princess. "She has been taken, by that vile woman and you want to tell me it will be okay?" she said as she turned to face the window again. "She is down there somewhere, who knows what is happening to her and all for what? These Games? They are so cruel!" she finished in a small harsh voice. "It was not meant to be this way Abigail"

"Yes, it will be okay. Remember why we are here, we will free your true love," Abigail said as she sat on the bed.

"I know...she is so close, I just want to be held in her arms once again." Aurora said as she took the seat next to the blonde.

"We just have to have patience, the others will be here soon to help. We need to gather information about the camp to help the Prince break in and save them. It will be okay my dear friend." she said sympathetically.

"When will the prince get here?" Aurora asked, trying to still her mind of the horrors it was playing about her true love.

"Soon, he wanted to make sure we arrived first. He said he was bringing help and that they will be staying in the village outside the castle." Abigail said as she began to rub soothing circles on the woman's back trying to calm her.

"Good. Do you know who he is bringing?" she asked.

"No...I don't but i hope they know what they are doing...we need all the help we can get to get her out of that horrible place." Abigail said in a worried tone.

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General Graham made his way down to the camp nodding as he saw a few guards he personally knew. He loved to break in new slave boys and girls. It made him feel alive as he did when he still had his heart in its proper place. He laughed to himself as he walked into the training area where some of the new slaves were. They were attempting to help each other learn the sword. They were given wooden swords to help learn something to make the crowd feel they had some sorta of chance against his Elite Guard.

"Spread your legs a bit to give yourself more balance," He heard a blonde woman tell a small teenager. He watched as he did as she said giving him more control over the wooded object held in his hands. He watched her as she moved around him, holding herself up with grace and pride. He would not have this.

Emma saw the man walking towards her and young Billy out of the corner of her eye, but she ignored him. Young Billy was no more than 18 summers old. He had no idea how to hold a sword let alone how to fight with one. She had been working with him all morning and while he was a fast learner he wasn't that fast. They had all been taking turns helping each other learn new moves. Her and Mulan had spent the most of the time with young Billy simply because he needed a lot of guidance. Looking back towards the man she knew this man was going to be more trouble than he was worth.

She continued helping Billy by using her wooden sword to tap his legs or arms when needed. "Now Billy remember to keep your shoulders relaxed until the moment you choose to strike. Use your bodyweight to follow through with the sword. Remember your sword is an extension of your arm." She said as she watched him repeating each move she had shown him. While he was still clumsy she knew he was doing a good job and would become a wonderful swordsman if he lived long enough.

"Keep your center of plane... like I showed you." She watched him straighten up keeping his body rigid as he kept his concentration. "Relax a bit boy," she said with a small laugh.

Looking out at the corner of her eye she saw the man walk towards them closer now. He stopped a few paces away as he watched them. A shiver ran down her spine as his gaze crawled over her body. Emma steeled her emotions, she refused to let this man know he was getting to her.

"That's good Billy. Now get ready for the strike," she said as she moved in front of him getting into position holding the wooden sword loosely in her right hand as she readied herself to spar with the young teenager.

"Now! Lunge!" she commanded as he moved forward she blocked the move, she lunged at him with her own attack that he didn't see coming, but should have. Knocking him off balance sending him flying onto the dirt floor. "Much better Billy!" she praised him.

"But, but Emma I keep falling!" he whined

"That is okay Billy, when i first learned i fell quite a few times myself. Keep practicing on it. Remember you must keep your center." she said with a small chuckle, patting his shoulder she gave him a little shove sending him back towards the other slaves.

A clap was heard behind her; suddenly Mulan appeared next to her. She turned to see the guard that had been watching them. His clap slowly ended as a huge smile broke across his face. "Well, we finally got someone with a little skill," he said as he raked his eyes over her thin form.

"Not bad, Slave" he sneered at her. Some of the guards laughed as they watched the scene unfold.

She felt Mulan grab her arm, looking over the black haired woman shook her head slightly. She saw a look in her eyes she had never seen before. She looked back over to the guard she nodded her head. She knew this was the man Mulan had warned her about. General Graham.

"Thank you, sir," she said bowing her head a bit. Her fist clenched at her sides as she willed her body not to move towards the man.

"Lets see your skill slave against a real warrior." he said smugly. Walking closer to her as he picked up a wooden sword that had been cast aside.

Emma didn't bother replying, she got into her battle stance as she prepared herself for the onslaught that was about to occur. She stilled her breathing; taking in longer breaths preparing her heart for the activity that was about to occur. She locked eyes with the man she was about to face; he met her gaze for a few moments before taking his stance.

Time slowed for Emma as her heartbeat echoed in her ears, she calmed herself taking in all sounds around her. She heard the ragged deep breaths of her opponent; his armor clinked softly as he took in a breath then released it. She heard the small crowd around them still as they waited for one of them to make a move. Guards on one side, slaves on the other. She felt the sweat crawl down her back as she silently cursed herself for removing her armor to teach Billy. Her small thin shirt would be no help in protecting her small body.

She heard the man shift his foot and knew it was time, she watched as he lunged for her. All of his power put into one move as he striked forward. She smirked as she saw his mistake. Emma dodged the blow then lunged with an attack of her own, smashing her sword into the side of his neck as he was still regaining his balance from the lunge. The blow knocked him backward making him fall to the floor. He let out a grunt as the air was forced from his lungs with the fall. The crowd behind her erupted in cheers, as they began to chant Emma's name.

His face reddened as he looked up to see the blonde smirking down at him. Rage exploded through his veins as he jumped up from the dirt floor. "You Wench!" he yelled as he lunged again, adrenaline pumping through his body as he turned his blade at the last minute sending the flat side of the sword into her recently healed rib cage. Emma grunted in pain as she heard a small crack. Pain racked the left side of her body, knowing he had hurt one of her ribs. She could feel her blood pumping as adrenaline made its way into her veins.

Grounding herself, she struck again, this time adding more force behind the blow. She repeated her action, with a side swing, then upper as she caught the bottom of his chin knocking him back once again. Blood spilled from his mouth as she split his lip. They locked eyes, again in a standstill; around them the crowds mixed cheers of 'Emma!' 'Graham!' blanketed the small training area. They circled each other once again. The General spat the excess blood from his mouth then wiped his face with the back of his hand as he gave a yell then lunged again. Except this time he speared Emma down to the ground, her head smashed against the hardened floor as stars burst behind her eyes. She had not been prepared for that move.

"Mmmm poor little slave girl, does it hurt?" he asked mockingly laughing at the woman pinned underneath him. "You do look so good underneath me...Mmmm" he said as he caressed her neck.

Emma opened her eyes slowly; she could feel his weight crushing her injured chest. His weight suffocated her, his sweat dripped off onto her as she felt her stomach turn. "No, it doesn't hurt!" She said with a grunt as she ground her legs, using the sword to hit him in the jaw dislodging him slightly off her. He knocked the sword from her hand punching her in the face with a sickening crack blood gushed out of her nose. She used her grounded legs and in a move he didn't see coming kneed him between his legs and pushed him off of her. The crowd roared once again. He wailed in pain both hands grabbing his manhood as if he could ease the pain she had caused it. Emma wiped the blood gushing down her nose, standing to face him once more. He stood again rage burning in his eyes limping slightly.

"Maybe its time I put you in your place, Bitch!" He yelled, with that he unhooked the whip at his hip.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he gave it a crack sending it flying next to her head. She scrambled to move as fast as she could. With another crack thunder erupted in the air as the whip's end wrapped around her neck with a fierce pull, the blonde tumbled to the floor. She grunted with the force as it knocked the air out of her lungs. Before she could move again she was dragged across the scorching hot dirt before the whip was recalled to its master. With lighting speed her back was split open with a thundering crack as the tail grazed her white silky skin. The crowd stilled to a silent pace everyone willing this monster to stop. Some slaves and guards looked away as they couldn't watch the woman in agony.

Emma yelled out in pain as she was struck several more times. Her body trembled in pain as her blood rained down her back pooling underneath her. All she could hear was the crack of the whip as it sliced through the air as the man circled her. She crawled her way to her knees, trying to pull her battered body up. Tears blurred her vision as she saw Mulan being held back by a large man. Then thats when she heard it. A voice pierced the air.

"Stop!" a gruff command came.

The training area hushed to a stop. As if everyone was holding their breaths waiting to see what would happen next. In a flash Mulan rushed to her side, looking up she saw an older man standing next to the General. He ripped the whip from the man's hand.

"Sire?" Graham questioned.

"My daughter said to welcome the new slaves not kill them you idiot!" The man shook a bit as he threw the whip to the blood soaked floor in disgust.

"But Sire..." Graham started to say.

"You're dismissed General. I would hope my Daughter does not find out about this." he said sternly.

The General walked away in a huff with a glance at the woman laying on the floor. Mumbling under his breath as he left the training area. The older man walked towards the bloody woman lying on the floor in her friends arms.

"Take her to the healers." he said to the Guards next to him.

Emma began to fight the men trying to pull her up. "Be still my child, they will not harm you." Henry said gently to the woman who didn't hear his words. He gave a long sigh.

"Help her," he said to the woman holding her, nodding his head towards the guards as they stepped back. Slowly the slaves took the place of the Guards as they helped Emma off the floor. A large man walked over picking her up bridal style, the same man that held Mulan back from running to Emma's aid.

"Thomas, careful of her back." Mulan said softly as they walked together to the healer's hut.

Emma grunted in pain as she was laid down, they quickly turned the woman on her stomach as they worked on her back. One of the woman made a sleeping tonic to help with the pain. Mulan helped Emma drink the rancid liquid down since she tried to push everyone away. Henry Mills was in the background watching as they worked on the woman. His heart hurt for her. The Games were bad enough. He didn't understand why Graham and the other Guards had to torture the men and women as well.

For some reason, he knew he had to help this young woman. He watched as Graham had cracked his whip. He watched when the Blonde woman had bested the General at his every move even without armor to protect her. He saw a fire in her soul he had not seen in a very long time. The last time he saw fire like that was in his daughter's own eyes and that had died years ago when her unnamed lover had left her. He had to step in, knowing that they would not touch him for fear of his Daughter's wrath. He would use this to his advantage and help free the poor woman.

TBC

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