Emma rarely ever broke down in front of anyone, let alone her loved ones, but ever since she had had Leia, she had become a whole lot more emotional and it was, at times, utterly difficult to hold back.

"I'm sorry about earlier," she said in a low tone when her and Killian walked back inside the house, hand in hand.

Snow offered her an understanding smile, "It's okay, sweetheart. We know it's a lot to handle."

"Yeah," she sighed and sat down at the dinner table again, Killian standing behind her chair, his hand resting on her shoulder.

"Are you sure you want to hear more?" David seemed hesitant about handing the book back to Emma knowing that what Belle had previously revealed was nothing compared to what was coming next.

Emma quickly nodded her head, "Of course," and turned to Belle, "What else did you find out?"

"Well," Belle pulled another book from the stack and opened it up to the very first page, "I asked Gideon if he had ever seen that book before, since he knows the library even better than I do, surprisingly, and he hadn't, so I went ahead and looked through the rest of the books in the entire place," she paused before continuing, "Surely whoever put that one there," she nodded towards the book that was now back in Emma's hands, the one covered in all the intricate symbols, "Must have added more clues as to what is happening."

Killian was growing impatient, "And did you find anything?"

Emma covered his hand with hers, gripping it tight for reassurance.

"Turns out I was right," Belle turned the new book towards them but the foreign language made it impossible for neither Emma or Killian to understand. They looked at Belle with confused expressions masking their faces, "It's Slovak," she explained.

"Slovak?" Emma asked.

"Do you know what it says?" Killian took a seat next to Emma, still holding her hand.

"I used a translator potion I found back in the shop, it's a prophecy of some sort."

"A prophecy that involves Leia?"

Belle nodded her head and ran her finger across the first sentence, "It says, "The final battle is yet to come. A new, more powerful Savior will arise and take the fall.""

Emma was dumbfounded, "I'm sorry, what? Final battle? I fought the final battle over five years ago. And won."

"That's what I'm still trying to figure out. Was the final battle you fought just a deploy from this one? I don't understand."

"Also," Killian chimed in, "A new Savior? Someone more powerful than our current one?" He nodded towards Emma, who rubbed her temples in distress.

"Well," David started and gave Belle a look.

"Emma, there's more," she took a pause and then continued to skim her finger over the page, following along as she read aloud, "The new Savior, much like the previous prophecies, will be the product of true love – giving her all the magical abilities and intuitions that come along with the title. But, this Savior will be different. She will be the most powerful sorceress to ever wander any realm."

The entire situation was starting to click for Emma but she had become too frightened to say anything so she sat there, wallowing in her own thoughts and allowed Belle to continue.

"The scripture goes on and on about all kinds of different things, some which I still have to translate, but there's not a doubt in my mind that it's talking about Leia."

"Wh-Why her?" Killian began shaking his head in disbelief. He looked over at his wife who was looking down at the floor, her arms crossed over her chest. Killian could see the tears building up in her eyes and although he wanted nothing more than to comfort her, he knew Emma, and knew that she needed to process this information on her own terms.

"When I found this out, I did a little more research on Slovak prophecies and beliefs. Turns out, true love in itself is not strong enough to defeat every type of darkness, like we all previously thought."

"That's how it's been from the very beginning though," Emma's anger was beginning to resurface, "So, suddenly true love isn't powerful enough?!"

Belle sighed, "According to my research, it never was. Sure, it carries a boundless deal of power and it can be used to win a lot of battles, but not what's coming. Emma, what makes you one of our most potent Saviors isn't just the fact that you're a product of true love."

"Then what is it?"

"Your willingness to carry on no matter the obstacles that are placed in front of you. Your immeasurably unbreakable drive to beat the odds."

Killian, who had previously let go of Emma's hand, took it again and held it tight. A single tear rolled down Emma's cheek, but she swiftly wiped it away with her free hand.

"Slovak beliefs are the same as ours, but with a certain twist. See, we've always thought that true love was the most powerful magic of all. We thought that it was enough to defeat everything and anything, but according to them, it's not. Just because a being is destined to be Savior, a great warrior, or hero of any aptitude, does not mean they are strong enough – mentally or physically – to take on the role. At that point, if they're not ready to take on such responsibility, being a product of true love becomes almost meaningless."

"What about Leia, though? Why her?" Killian repeated, "She's the product of mine and Emma's true love, right, I get it, but if what you just said is true, what makes her any different?"

Belle shrugged, "She's the product of your true love, yes, but she's also the daughter of the most resilient, formidable hero this realm has ever seen, until now, anyway. And from what I've seen, Leia's not any different," all eyes darted to Emma.

"Fuck," Emma whispered, "Jesus fucking Christ."

"The combination of those two things makes for a very powerful little girl," David said.

"Emma, honey," Snow switched to the chair closest to where Emma and Killian were sitting and tried but failed at making eye contact with her daughter, "Has Leia ever...well, has she ever shown any interest in magic?"

Emma bit her lower lip in an attempt to keep the tears at bay but it turned out to be impossible, "She has magic."

"What?" It was now Belle's turn to be shocked.

Killian scoffed, "Why does that surprise you? Didn't you just say that Leia's next in line for being Savior?"

"I know, I know. Her having magic doesn't surprise me, what surprises me is the timing. Emma," she looked at Emma then looked back at Killian, "Killian, the prophecy says that the moment the new Savior starts developing magical abilities, the final battle is not far behind."

This revelation left everyone in the room speechless; Belle had kept this detail from even Snow and David since she did not think it would be relevant any time soon.

"She's three," this was all Emma could manage to mutter.

"Belle, why didn't you say anything before?" David was becoming increasingly apprehensive.

"Because Leia's not supposed to show any signs of magic for another few years. It even says it right here," she pointed her index finger at a specific sentence in the middle of the lengthy scripture and read, "For years, the magic will flourish deep inside her, growing stronger with every obstacle she overcomes, and one day, when everyone least expects it, the power will become too much for her to contain. Then, the final battle will take its course."

"When did Leia's magic come in?" Snow asked.

"Uh," Emma's head was spinning and it took every bit of concentration to arrange her thoughts into a coherent sentence, "She first showed it when she was just a few days old. It died down for a bit, but earlier today, right before you called, she used it again. Henry was the one who noticed. I don't even think she knows she's doing it."

David began pacing back and forth, "What the hell?"

"She must be more powerful than anyone thought. I don't think even the prophecy saw this coming," Belle whispered.

"Okay," Emma had had enough, she let go of Killian's hand and stood up, "Let me get this straight. There's something, or someone, evil, more evil than anything I've ever faced, that's going after my three-year-old daughter to fight in a final battle, which by the way, still makes no sense because if the final battle is yet to happen, then what the hell did I fight in all those years ago?! And all this because she's supposed to be the next Savior?!" She was breathless and entirely agitated.

Snow got up and stepped closer to her, taking her hand, "Emma, we will figure this out. Leia will be okay."

Emma sneered, "Mom, I'm sorry, but I really can't deal with your agonizing optimism right now."

David's voice was stern, "Emma. Your mother's only trying to help. We all are."

"Look, I know, I get it, and I appreciate it. Really, I do. But," she turned to Snow, "Can you promise me that Leia will actually be okay? Can you promise me we'll be able to find a solution to this shit-show before my daughter is put in any more harm than she already is?"

Snow's eyes glossed over with tears and she shook her head slowly. "But we'll try," David came to Snow's side and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into a comforting embrace, "That's what this family does, Emma. You know that. We'll work, together, to try and figure this out. Belle has promised to help in any way she can. She'll continue researching about this prophecy and final battle. We won't give up until our granddaughter is out of danger, we can promise you that."

"I know you're scared," Snow continued, "Hell, when we found out you were destined to become the Savior we had no idea how to handle it, but look at you now," a tear rolled down her cheek.

Emma tried to swallow the knot that had formed in the back of her throat, but the attempt to do so only made it harder to control her silent sobs. She took a deep breath, "This is not Leia's destiny."


It had been a little over an hour since Emma had found out about her daughter's fate and her family had given her some much needed alone time. Snow and David thought it would be better, considering, to get out of the house for a bit, so they went off to pick up Neal from Ashley's, since they had finished at the lake already. Belle had some errands to run, and just like she had promised Snow and David, she was anxious to get back to the library and continue her research. Even though Killian was the only person Emma did not mind being around while she was having a particularly emotional day, he wanted to give her space and thought a short ride through the newly expanded land would not hurt. When he came back, he decided to check up on his wife and daughter. He cracked open the bedroom door to find Emma laying on the bed, cuddling Leia close, reading her Henry's storybook. Seeing his girls like this never failed to warm Killian's heart. He leaned against the doorframe and watched over them, the corners of his lips curling up into a smile.

The wooden floor abruptly creaked underneath Killian's feet and Emma turned back, offering him a timid smile, "Hi," she whispered and moved herself and Leia to the side, offering Killian enough space.

He gladly took Emma up on the invite and laid down on the bed, kicking off his shoes in the process, "What are my girls up to?"

"Mommy's weading me a stowy," Leia explained, her attempt at pronouncing Rs making both Killian and Emma chuckle.

"And what story might that be?"

Leia yawned, "The one about the pwincess and the piwate falling in love," her eyes were beginning to flutter shut again. Either the magic was wearing her energy down, or that missed nap had just really taken a toll on her tiny body. Or both.

"Oh yeah?" Killian looked over at Emma and smiled, "That's my favorite."

"Mine too," Emma added.

It did not take much for Leia to fall asleep again. Emma and Killian simply looked over her. Everything about their little girl made them swoon with love. How her long, light brown eyelashes fell over her chubby cheeks. How every time she slept, she pursed her ruddy lips. How the sweet sound of her soft breathing was enough to make their hearts grow two sizes.

"We should have another one," Killian whispered unexpectedly, catching Emma by surprise.

"What?"

"I mean it," he brushed his thumb over Leia's rosy cheek.

"You're insane," Emma shook her head.

"We make pretty cute babies; don't you think?"

"That we do," Emma agreed, grinning.

"She's remarkable," Killian studied Leia's face, his eyes instinctively brimming with tears, "Just like her mother," he added, bringing his eyes to meet Emma's.

Emma's cheeks quickly became flushed, "I'd do anything for this little girl," she murmured, choking up, "God, I'd go to the end of the world for her. Or time. But I don't think I can handle another Savior scare." Her expression suddenly changed; Killian could see the sadness in her eyes.

"Emma, we need to talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about," she exclaimed.

"Of course there is."

She got up from the bed, making sure to not wake Leia up and headed towards the bedroom door, "Emma," Killian whispered, quickly catching up to her, following her down the stairs.

"Swan!" Killian exclaimed, louder this time, and grabbed her arm, turning her to face him, "You can't run from this. This is our reality. If Leia's going to be the new Savior then-," Emma cut him off.

"She is not going to be the Savior."

"What are you talking about? Belle said..."

"I don't care," Emma challenged, "I'm not letting our daughter go through this."

"Okay," Killian sighed, "Emma, luv, that's fine. We can figure out a plan B. We can figure out a loophole. Maybe she can use her Savior magic to stop this before it even starts. We will defeat this. Together."

"You don't get it," Emma had tears rolling down her cheeks again, "Killian, I want us to figure out a way to take away her Savior powers. Forever."