The dragon Riders against the Dark

The Portal (Emma)

I sit up straight, sweat pouring down my face. My breath comes in large, difficult gulps and I look around in panic to find the usual surroundings of the apartment. I grit my teeth and massage my temple. The nightmares still linger in my sleep, even when I rid of the darkness and saved Killian.

Killian.  I remember his death, it was so fresh. The horror felt like a stain, even though he was probably still asleep on the Jolly Roger.  He was safe and sound. He was alive. I relax, falling back into my pillow. I wanted to sleep. My body was screaming for sleep, yet it never came. I sigh and sit up again after about 5 minutes. I jump to my feet and nearly drag myself over to the closet where I see my red leather jacket waving at me. I look through my leather jackets and my under tank tops.I grab a dark gray tank top and my light brown leather jacket. I grab my boots and walk over to my bed, sitting downwind pulling them on my feet. My vision is blurry with sleep, still, but my senses go alert when I hear a familiar voice ring in my ears. His voice who had a unique accent.
The voice of which I had missed for so long. I quickly brush my hair and rush down. I rush down the stairs.

Killian, a one handed pirate who had a dark side and a light side. I mostly keep him at bay, because I've seen what the darkness does on him. He becomes cruel. I wrap my arms around him, and he smiles. "You know, Swan, if I knew I'd get this much affection, I would've died ages ago," he teased as I let go. I roll my eyes with a smile. "So, why are you here," I ask. He shrugs, "why not?" I smirk and I pause hearing something shuffling behind me. I turn to see Mary Margaret smiling at us.

It was then when the ground shook that everything changed. We all rushed out into cool morning air. Screams of terror rang through the air. There was barely a cloud in the sky and the sun shone brightly down onto the town of Storybrooke. I looked around for a monster or anything and I regret not looking up. A scaly, smooth substance wraps around my waist and all I can feel is air. I hear more shouts, all shouts were familiar, but I couldn't feel anything, I was numb and all I could feel was the thick, firm grasp around my waist. My eyes adjust and I scream on the top of my lungs. The ground was so far away and I look up to see a... a DRAGON?! I try to escape, pushing and squirming. I grit my teeth and try to break free, but the grasp is so firm. As the dragon keeps going higher and higher, it gets harder and harder to breathe. I gasp, my body still fighting for release. I try and take deep breaths, but it's hard. The grasp holds my chest tight and darkness edges my vision.

Was this the end? No, it couldn't be. I had just escaped death. What about Henry, my parents and Hook? The dragon roars and I'm swallowed by a dark void.
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I wake up on the ground, my head pounding. I groan and sit up to see a new realm filled with dragons and dragon riders. The dragon had taken me into a portal. Great. I was alone this time in another foreign realm.

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