Sails of Destiny

The Purple Mist and the Wraith

The town of Storybrooke was bathed in an eerie, unnatural glow as purple mist swept through the streets, curling around buildings and settling over the people who had lived under the curse for 28 years. Magic had returned. As Amira and Snow stood side by side, watching the mist swirl around them, Amira felt a strange sensation in her hands—a warmth, almost like fire.

Snow glanced at her sister, her eyes widening as she saw the glow emanating from Amira's hands. "Amira, your hands..." she said, her voice filled with a mix of awe and concern.

Amira looked down, her eyes widening as well. Her hands were glowing with a soft, golden light, pulsing with energy. "Magic..." she whispered, realization dawning on her. "Magic is back."

Snow nodded, her eyes filled with determination. "That means things are going to get a lot more dangerous," she said. "We need to be ready for whatever comes."

And it didn't take long for the danger to arrive. Not long after the mist settled, word spread through town that a wraith had been unleashed—a creature of darkness sent after Regina. Amira knew they couldn't simply stand by and let the wraith wreak havoc. They needed a plan.

The group gathered—Snow, Emma, Amira, Regina, and a few others—and they quickly formulated a strategy. The wraith had to be banished, and they had only one way to do it. Jefferson's hat—the portal to other worlds. It was their only hope of getting rid of the wraith before it destroyed everything.

They set up their trap, luring the wraith to the town hall. The dark, ghostly creature moved with a terrifying speed, its eerie shriek echoing through the air. Regina, despite her fear, stood her ground, using her magic to keep the wraith at bay as Emma and Snow worked on getting Jefferson's hat to activate.

Amira stood by, her hands still glowing, ready to use her magic if needed. She wasn't entirely sure how to control it yet, but she knew that she couldn't let anything happen to her family. As the wraith lunged for Regina, the hat began to spin, a portal opening up in the air above it.

The wraith was sucked towards the swirling vortex, its screeches growing louder as it struggled against the pull of the portal. Amira and Snow stepped forward, determined to help drive the creature away. But just as the wraith was about to be pulled in, the force of the portal shifted, and both Amira and Snow felt themselves being drawn in as well.

"Snow!" Amira cried out, reaching for her sister as the world around them seemed to twist and spin. Snow grabbed her hand, her eyes wide with fear.

"Amira, hold on!" Snow shouted, but it was too late. The pull of the portal was too strong, and within moments, both sisters were sucked into the vortex, disappearing from sight.

"Mom!" Emma yelled, her heart pounding as she saw her mother and aunt vanish into the portal. Without a second thought, Emma ran forward, leaping into the swirling void after them.

The world went dark, and for what felt like an eternity, there was nothing but emptiness. Then, slowly, consciousness returned.

Amira blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. She was lying on the ground, the cold, hard earth beneath her. She pushed herself up, her head spinning, and realized that her clothes had changed. She was no longer wearing her modern-day attire—instead, she was back in her pirate outfit, her red sleeveless jacket, purple tank top, and shorts. Her magic had somehow altered her appearance, bringing her back to who she truly was.

She looked around, seeing Snow and Emma nearby, both just beginning to stir. Before Amira could say anything, they were surrounded by unfamiliar figures—men wearing armor, their faces hard and unyielding.