I'm sorry I haven't written anything in over a week, this chapter was short but I've been working on it for some days.

I got a new laptop and I had to install word and I've also had like writers block but after this chapter the more fun writing begins!

I've calculated that I have at least three or four more chapters to write!

Hope you like it!

Disclaimer, I do not own Once Upon a Time or the characters, neither do I own the lyrics that I wrote down there.

The story is inspired by the song "Broken Crown" by Mumford and sons.

I will not speak of your sin

There was a way out for Him
The mirror shows not

Your values are all shot

Killian Jones couldn't believe it, he simply couldn't wrap his head around this poisonous plant. The anger made his body stiff and the adrenaline from Liam nearly dying were still pumping through his veins.

"Killian, it's alright. I'm still alive, thanks to you. But I can't let go of the though that our king lied to us, he wants us to fight wars with a deadly poison."

Killian looked up at Liam, nodding towards his beloved brother.

"That is no way to fight a war."

"As you would say brother; it's bad form."

Hook sat down on the bed with a bruised mind and a tired body. His shoulders were tense and his mind were circulating around Emma, Emma and Emma. She had left his room and he knew better than to go after her. He desperately wanted to, but that was no excuse that was good enough for him and he simply didn't want to get hurt again. Sadly, letting himself go after Emma meant that he was fine with giving away his heart and that he was not ready to do.

He laid down on the bed, resting his head against the pillow. He didn't know how to deal with this, he had no clue and him being a 300 year old pirate this feeling was pretty foreign to him; he had always known what to do before.

As Hook closed his eyes and fell deeper and deeper into the sleep he realized one thing; he knew he was able to let go of Milah, he knew that he was finally letting go of his first love and this made him scared because who was he, if not the pirate seeking revenge?

Emma reached the beach, sweaty and with a head that still was aching. She jumped out of the boat and took some shaky steps until she no longer stood in the water. She didn't care about the small boat, everything she could think about now was that she had to get away from here. If Emma had been to her full senses she may had noticed something strange about this beach but because of her being tired and feeling a bit sick she didn't notice anything.

Desperate to get away from this place Emma continued to stumble over the beach, slowly making her way to the forest just a few steps away but it seemed so far from her. The sand made it hard for her and the world was still rocking even if she now had solid ground under her feet.

As Emma took her first step into the safety of the woods her foot found a root on the green ground and she fell front first to the ground.

Everything turned black again for Emma.

When Hook woke up he knew he had to do something. He couldn't let this revenge eat him up anymore, he simply couldn't do it, not if it could hurt Emma or if she didn't want to. Feeling good about himself he sat up, stretching his rested body and then standing up with a smile on his face. He noticed he'd forgotten to remove the hook from his arm last night when he started to get dressed.

Hook went smiling out on deck, to feel the cold morning, to smell the salty water and to wake himself up. A quiet song started to play on his lips as he walked up to the wheel, taking in the morning.

Today was a good day, that much he knew. After a while some pirates started to come up on deck, with tired eyes and bodies that looked even more tired but even if they were lazy, hang over and mostly tired, Hook didn't care, not today.

"Emma, Emma! Wake up!"

Emma started to move, feeling sand covering her body. The second before she opened her eyes she started thinking. Who knew her name?

When she opened her eyes she met another pair of eyes she'd hope to never to se again, she'd sworn she'd never se them again. Neal.

When Emma recognized his face she jumped up to her feet, her whole world rocking and her body tensing.

What was he doing here and how did he find her? Had he come looking for her? And if so why?

Emma felt sick when she saw his face.

"Why are you here?"

Neal looked a bit sad as he stood up, brushing off some sand from his pants.

He looked so much older, so much mature from when she'd last seen him. But after all, it had been 9 years.

"Emma, I'm... I'm sorry."

Her heart hurt now, like something was squeezing it. She was over him, but it still hurt as hell.

"Why?" she said with her teeth clenched.

"I'm here to save my father."

He sounded sincere in what he was saying but Emma knew he was full of shit. Him trying this with her made her even more angry.

"Your father? Neal, you were brought up on the street, just like me. Or did you not only leave me to rot in prison, did you also lie to me?"

Neal looked down at the ground as Emma spitted out the words at him.

"I never wanted it to turn out this way. I was threatened and this guy he... told me I had to get you arrested. About my father..."

Emma was furious by now, only seconds after she'd woken up.

"Neal, we were a team. You don't just leave your partner behind, pregnant and everything and then just fuck off because someone told you to."

Again the words just fell out of her mouth, the words she had been wanting to scream to his face for far too long.

"I have a child?"

He looked up at her with puppy eyes and everything and the only thing she wanted to do was to scream, to punch him in his face, to push him off a cliff. There was no other way to express her feelings. How did she end up here and couldn't her life stop to be this complicated and so fast-moving?

"No Neal. You are a biological father to some child out there but that boy is even less related to you than he's to me."

Neal's expression was... indescribable. He was speechless so Emma decided to take the situation in her hand and maybe she could use him to get out of this place, fast.

They both stood there, looking at each other, full of feelings.

Emma felt tired and angry, confused and hurt. All her life people had told her who she was, but she'd had enough. She'd never wear this coat again, the coat that was made out of other's expectations of her. She was done and angry, but mostly tired.

When the sun stood high upon the sky, every pirate was out on deck except for her. Hook had started to wonder a bit if she was hiding from him and he had decided in his best gentleman manner to let her come to him, but bloody hell it was hard to stay away.

Finally, he asked Svensson to take his place for a second as he went downstairs, nervous. He chuckled lightly at himself, nervous. Since when did he become nervous?

When he reached the cabin he stopped. There was no one, it was empty. Only one look around the small sleepinghuts and his body felt cold. Why the hell had he been nervous? Why would he even think that... the thought of letting someone in again had let him here.

Never again.

He felt hurt in a way and of course he decided to cover it all up the only way he knew, to go for revenge. The dark cloud that was revenge once again entered his body, numbing his real feelings, pushing them away until he only felt the darkness.

After all he was a bloody pirate, ay.

"So the curse is real?"

"Yes."

"And your father is stuck here? And he's the... the dark one?"

A nod was the only answer she needed. Emma didn't know how she'd been able to calm herself down but once she'd noticed that this strange place they were in didn't move she'd let herself getting convinced even if it was Neal that helped her. Even Hook was to prefer in this situation and he'd kis... No, don't even think about it, Emma, she told herself.

Neal sat still, watching her every move and Emma started to feel a bit uncomfortable.

They sat on two big rocks Neal had showed her, telling her that he could explain. So here they were, in the middle of a green forest, trees everywhere but nothing moved, Emma had even seen some birds in the sky that were frozen.

"Where are you going now?" he finally asked.

"I have no idea."

"You can come with me, I can show you the way to the more," he looked around, "alive part of the EnchantedForest."

She couldn't help but smile a little bit, this was easier than she thought.

"Okay, but we don't speak of what have happened." This was her only concern, she didn't want to get drown in all these memories again and she could use a little help even if she would much rather go on her own, she knew nothing about this frozen land and her head was still not fine.

Hook yelled out his instructions as fast as he was up on deck again.

"Back! We're going back!"

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