The dragon Riders against the Dark

Berk (Emma)

The air was warm and empty. I wanted to cry. I had worked so hard to be with hook and he was gone again in a flash. Before I could even react, I was carried away. I grit my teeth angrily and pound the floor, but I cradle into a ball, facing the grass. I take a deep breath. I can make it on my own.
But, oh god I hated being alone now.
It reminded me of before I had my family. It used to not bother me. Have I gone weak? No, not weak. Just comfortable. Too comfortable. I sigh. And I get up. I have to start taking action. I look around to see land filled with grass until a little peak on my left and a valley on my right. I head towards the valley, trudging through the long plants that swayed in the wind. The valley will most likely have civilization. But who was see dealing with. She knew this wasn't the Enchanted Forest. She had been there before and there were trees everywhere. Forest filled the land.
This was a new realm.
It wasn't Neverland, nor was it Camelot. I felt numb. Why? I wasn't sure. I kept walking, the valley slowly coming closer and closer. I gasped as a prick met the left side of my neck. I turn quickly to see a large man staring at me in wonder. He was missing a leg, but he didn't bother me as much as what the prick was. I look down to see a stick drenched in a purple fluid. It was that moment when everything was slowed. My heart pounded in my throat and I know immediately what this meant. I grit my teeth and stumble toward the man hurriedly. The man stares at with fear as I near him and he backs up slowly. "GET THE HELL BACK.... OVTHER.... HARRR.." I shout, the poison or whatever the purple fluid was infecting everything now. I paused and ripped the stick out of my chin. I grab the man and swing at him lazily, but miss and fall onto the ground beside him. Weakness falls over me like a heavy blanket and I start to feel my whole body shake rapidly. "You.... Son... Of... A...-" I fall into the ground with a thump, darkness consuming me once more.
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I wake up on a brick-hard bed and thick blankets covering me. I don't scream. I don't move. I don't do anything but peek out of my left eye. There was no one in sight. Good. I quickly get up and I see that my capturers must have taken off my jacket. I grit my teeth angrily, but I tried to think nothing of it. I grab my red leather jacket of whom was hanging on a wooden hook and I see the name Astrid carved above. Who was this Astrid and what the hell did he or she want from me. I'm in a small hut-like room, the walls made from trees. Yet in the front by the door was a rock carved fire place. A flame crackled in the fireplace I can feel the heat radiating from the calm flame. I cracked open the door to see dozens of other wooden huts surrounding each other closely. The air buzzed with sound and people raced by. They looked and talked to each other excitedly, with sheep or just a simple friend by their side. Most of the people who passed were dressed like homeless people with dirt smudged on their faces. But they all looked stronger. A lot stronger than me. A lot bigger than me. I was outnumbered and surrounded. I wasn't going to need to fight my way out of this, I think to myself. But I have magic, I remind myself. I have light magic. I calmly walk with the people, knowing I stand out light a lightbulb among a sea of darkness in a room. But, I keep my cool. I look down at the necklace Hook had given me when I was dark one clutch it in my fist. I'm lost in thought about the Underworld, how close we were death. How Pan almost kept Henry in pure revenge...
Pain wakes me up and I feel someone pulling my hair back. I scream and whip around, whipping my hair painfully from the attacker's hair. I grab my gun's handle that I keep on me at all times and whip it out. I point it directly at the attacker's head.My heart pounds in my throat and I saw a scrawny man, also missing a leg. He carried his left leg by a wooden stump and he stared at me with a look of pure fear and wonder. "Who are you? And what.... What is that?" He demands his voice shaking. "Depends who's asking," I snap back. "I am the chief of Berk, and you are just an invader in my land. Have more respect," he says proudly. "So, I'm in Berk, huh? This realm is called Berk?"
He stares at me weirdly, "what are you talking about-"
He was interrupted when I was rammed into the ground and pinned, my pistol leaving my hand in an instant and laid in front of me. Was this how Elsa felt? I had no idea how I came here. I needed to find a way back to Storybrooke. To Henry. To my parents.
To Killian.
"Whats your name and what are you from?!" The scrawny man asks, bending down. Why the hell would I tell this guy? I had my rights. I shook my head and kept silence. The man on top of me grabbed my hair and pulled back. "Tell us, now, or we will use more harsh ways."
I sigh. I wasn't a refugee. The least they can do is try to kill me.
Again, I have magic.
And I can fight.
"Emma."
"What?"
"My name is Emma, Emma Swan."
"And where are you from?"
"Storybrooke, Maine."