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I took the road and I fucked it all away

Now in this twilight how dare you speak of grace

"I won't do it his way. I won't fight his wars this way, not like a coward. If we shall win, we shall do it true- hearted. Whoever isn't with me, feel free to walk the bloody plank."

The rage was tearing him apart, bit by bit. He was sure as hell not going to do this anymore. He wasn't who everyone thought he was. He could never be a lieutenant, not with his childhood and this bloody coward for a king.

He thought that he'd been able to do it, start over and do it right, at least with the help of Liam everything had seemed to be possible but now, without his brother, everything seemed to be hopeless.

He wasn't going to do this the way everyone thought he was supposed to do it, to hell with everything else that wasn't his own will.

When he saw the fists of the crew being lifted into the air and the screams of approval reached his ears he felt a new kind of energy flowing through his body.

Lieutenant Killian Jones was no more, he'd been killed along with his brother.

It had come so sudden, the sensation of freezing and not being able to move. He was pretty sure it was real because he could still think, obviously. But this wasn't very convenient, not at all. He figured so much as Emma had done something and he wasn't very sure if it was positive or not, she had been with Cora after all. But Hook tried to keep as much faith in her as possible even if he had a strange feeling in his gut.

In front of him stood Ba... Neal, also completely still. It was pretty annoying not being able to move his sight and only the thought of being stuck like this for 28 years made him feel very uneasy.

Emma hurried along the roads filled with people, their faces containing surprised faces and some of them frozen in screams, probably of joy since they had been awoken from the curse, at least for a short period of time.

Emma felt the need to tell them she was horribly sorry for them but she figured that the only way she could make it right was to... actually break the curse. She wondered if the pirate too had froze like these people.

The city was big but it wasn't very hard to figure out where the royals would be; in what seemed to be the middle of the big city there was a big, castle- looking building and a small tingle started to make itself noticed in Emma's stomach.

It was hard to walk through the crowds of people. She was a bit scared to touch any of them, afraid of how their skin would feel. Would it be like touching a statue or an actual person? Emma wasn't sure and didn't really want to know. The thought of pushing someone over also made her feel a bit sick, would they break like a statue in the fall?

Walking past the biggest crowd in the centre in front of the castle, Emma stopped a short second to admire the big creation but also to swallow hard and to tell her nerves to not jump around. Usually she was very calm and it took a lot to get her nerves this messy but this was a very... special occasion.

Hurrying up the stairs at the front of the castle, taking two steps at the time, Emma made her way up to the gate which, to her surprise, was open. The cold steel of the door handle sent a shiver down Emma's spine and what met her, she wasn't ready for. It was all so very... big. There were stairs everywhere in the way-too-huge room with marble floor and heavy stone walls. She had no idea where the queen and king were supposed to be, but she saw a trail of dusty footsteps that seemed a bit off so Emma decided that they were her best leads, so she followed them up the long stairs, again, taking two steps at the time.

She felt the adrenaline pump through her body as she reached a long corridor with an open door at the end of it. She held the heavy crown tight as she entered the room thinking about how she didn't have anything to keep her protected.

The room was big and light. Two black knights laid on the floor and seemed to be knocked out. In front of them stood a tall man with soft, light brown hair and a white shirt stained with blood. He looked desperate, but also determined and his eyes was filled with love. When Emma realised that he must be the king it felt like something was taking her heart and squeezing it slowly. Was this.. her father? Could he really be?

There was some small resemblances between them but soon Emma couldn't really see, her eyes was flooded with tears.

She bent down and grabbed one of the swords from the black knights. Then she stood up tall and walked past the two knights. She took a deep breath as she took the crown and let it linger a bit over her head before she pushed it down on her head.

The sudden release of his body made Hook stumble a bit but soon he was on his feet again.

He looked over at Neal and they locked eyes, both realising that what just happened only had to do with one person; Emma.

They started to run, as if they ran for their lives, towards the castle that they'd been so close to when the curse had struck them. Now they had a new kind of energy, hope and fear for what had happened to Emma in a weird mixture also combined with the wish for safety for the people they cared for. It hadn't taken that very much time for Hook to realise that he actually cared a great lot for Emma and it didn't really scare him that much anymore. What scared him now was what she would think of him, he certainly wasn't one of the "good" guys, that much he was sure of. But, all that could wait because now the only thing that occupied his mind was that he needed to get to Emma and that fast because she wasn't aware of just how far Cora could go to get her will into reality. After all, the witch did lack a heart.

A weird energy ran through Emma and suddenly she heard a loud sound of metal meeting stone. She realised she'd closed her eyes and slowly, afraid of what she would se when she would open them, she opened them to se that the king had dropped his sword to the floor and now he stared right at her. Emma felt a bit soggy and small when she saw the love flash in his eyes before she felt two strong arms around her body. One hand rested in her hair and she heard him breath in her scent, but one thought continued to bother her, what if this wasn't her father after all? He seemed to be the same age as her and he was a royal which Emma clearly wasn't.

"Emma."

The sound of name made her shiver and she breathed out, realising she'd held her breath and now she felt a strange calm and warm feeling coming over, leaning into the man.

Around her she heard people screaming of joy and names being called. She also heard fast steps in the hallway and just when she was released from the big hug she turned to the door and saw a woman, with black hair and a white dress. Her head had a fine layer of sweat and the loving and unbelieving eyes met Emma's, searching for something in her face. The woman shot a look at the man and Emma could se how he only gave a small nod with a big grin on his face and then Emma was in another hug, black hair everywhere and a warm body against her own.

Neal led them to the city and then he turned around.

"Go get Emma, I'm heading towards my father. If you so much as try to get near him, I'll cut your head off myself and if I die in the process, so be it." Hook nodded seriously, he sure did understand Neal. A sour, joking reply rested on his tongue, eager to get out but he swallowed it and hurried to continued to run again, now towards the big castle in the middle of the city. He hadn't seen Cora anywhere and this made him feel a bit uneasy. But, there were people everywhere, happy people hugging and crying so he may had missed her. Some were still looking for their loved ones and calling out names, there was something truly beautiful in their eyes, a combination of love and desperation, looking for their loved ones they've been thinking about for 28 years. The same second this thought reached his mind he knew that he was like these people, he could se the resemblance but the only difference was that he was pretty sure he'd be rejected from the person he was looking for. He tried to push this thought to the side, right now finding her, finding Emma, was the most important thing on his mind.

He could be selfish later.

It wasn't very hard to make out what way Emma had taken and he rushed after her steps, nearly feeling her in the warm summer air.

The voices of the people had become a weird blur in the edge of his mind, only thinking of Emma, Emma and Emma.

The stairs was soon behind him and soon he also left the corridor behind him as he suddenly stood in a big, light room. It was a light room with big windows but the light Hook saw didn't come from the windows, no, it came from the woman that lifted her gaze to meet his.

It came from the woman with the blonde hair whom, when she saw him, let go of the two people hugging her which Hook nearly had missed when arriving.

The light came from her, it came from her who took three fast steps, closing the screaming, big gap between them.

It came from the woman who looked into his eyes before she closed them and let their lips meet.

The light came from her, it came all from Emma.

Emma.

Romantic enough for you? One more chapter is coming so everyone know!