The One They Call Dark One

5) Guess My Name Or Die

The Dark One, with the princess standing right beside him watched from the windows as Robin fled from his castle onto his horse, along with his men and carriage, fleeing back to their kingdom. Emma was furious, she wanted to leave. "Your highness, you've made your choice, and it's your fault for not leaving." He chuckled, but continued, "You know, lass...I have a name. Calling me the Dark One might sound great and all, but it is getting boring. The name's Killian Jones."

She only shrugged, turning her back to him, walking back o her quarters. "I expect my studies as clean as they were this morning!" He yelled, grabbing her attention as she rushed to the closet, taking out a mop and broom and dashing towards his studies.
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With three full hours of cleaning his studies, she collapsed on his chair, and fell asleep still holding the broom. The second she fell asleep, Killian walked in, holding in his laughter. "Such a little mortal, yet so strong willed. Realms need people like her..." He walked towards her, studying every detail she had to offer. Her long eyelashes, her soft peach skin, that little nose any man would just want to poke for a reaction.

A loose strand fell to her face as she exhaled a breath, covering her closed eyes. He gently pushed them away so he could admire her beauty. He didn't know how long he'd been starring, until she woke up. Her eyes darted open as she came face to face with the Dark One only two inches away. Screeching, she jumped from the seat, her reflexes ending up whacking him over the head with his own broom.

The attack was so sudden, he honestly didn't feel a thing. "Emma Swan, for once will there be a day where you don't hit me? If this happens one more time, you're going back to the dungeons." She blushed, apologizing, "Sorry! You just scared me!"

"Aren't I already? I'm the Dark One, the most powerful dark magical wizard in all the realms. I can kill entire realms with the snap of my fingers, I could scorch whole lands within seconds." He bragged, proud of his choices. This only made the young princess laugh, "Can you bring back the dead for free? Can you create true love? Yeah, I don't think so. No matter how many magical objects you collect, you'll still feel empty because you still have something missing; love. If you knew, love is all you need."

"Love is a weapon, darling. Always has, and always will be." He chuckled, lazily placing his eyes at different objects throughout the room, "Besides...I've had my fair share of love and it is nothing but a weapon to me. The trust you lend another, ready to break it."

"Love isn't about much you give them, it matters on what they do with it." Emma added, "Not only that, but the feelings. The feelings you get from just one person is revealing. If you feel a connection, they're worth it. If not, it was at least worth trying." The Dark One scoffed, pulling out his real dagger, "Oh really? So what you're saying is that I give you this dagger, what you do with it is based on what you feel of me?"

Emma nodded, "Yes actually. If you find someone who is willing to do so much to protect another is while. Even if it ends, the adventure was worth it." He raises an eyebrow, listening to what she had to say. Not only did he listen, but he understood. He understood every word that came out her little mouth. He was still fascinated, how such a small pair of soft lips come say so much hatred and kindness to the same person all at once.

"You've been in love, haven't you?" She suddenly asked, sending him tumbling back. "I am the Dark One, I do not love." She shock her head, refusing the rank as a Dark One as an answer, "No, I mean have you ever been in love as Killian Jones?" This stopped his train of thought, sending it back hundreds of years.

He could still remember her pale Caribbean green eyes, along with her curly black hair. She'd always kept him smiling, but not anymore. She was gone, and he knew all too well no matter how strong one can be, once dead they stay dead. "Maybe I was...once." He mumbled, his hand caressing the edges of his dagger, then glances at her with a smirk, "Are you trying to get in my head? I'm sorry, but this head is full of ways to kill you."