It was always you // discontinued

We Meet Again

I hide my face in the folds of my dress as I hear footsteps scampering into the room. I'm hidden in a wardrobe, hoping, praying, that I won't be found. But what if my parents are found and not me? What if the entire multitude of the castle is taken except for me? What will I do then?

{flash back}

"Emma," Snow, my mother, glanced up at my father, David,  then back at me. "We're all in danger."

I was struck with confusion and worry. "What do you mean? What's happening?"

"We just heard news that the Irish are coming. They're planning on attacking." My father explained. Ireland and England are enemies, and the Irish had finally stepped up their game and planned on attacking the British.

"There must be a way to stop it," Millions of thoughts ran through my  mind like a tornado.

"There isn't. We don't have enough time, nor men, to defeat them." My mother stated glumly.

"You're always talking about hope, and how that's all we need." I argued, trying to find away around the current circumstances. My parents both shook their heads in unison. Our fate was uncertain. Not just the royal family, but everyone in the castle would be in danger.

Father decided it would be best to help the servants escape while they still could, but unfortunately for everyone, there was no time. The Irish arrived not long after that, storming into the castle. Everyone fled for their lives and hid in secret places. All of them dispersing.

{end flash back}

I can hear my breath shaking, my mind is flooded with fear of the unknown. When the castle was invaded, people ran in different directions to hide, including my parents. I'm alone with whatever strangers are in the room. I hear them fumbling around and knocking things over, I squeeze my eyes shut.

"There's no one in here, Thomas. Let's go!" A man with a deep voice shouted at his comrad. I hear them shuffling out of the room, slamming the door shut behind them. I let out a heavy breath and I unsteadily stand up. I open the wardobe door from the inside and crack it open slightly, I peak through the opening and make sure that no one is here. Once I see that I am clearly alone, I let myself out.

That might not have been such a great decision...

I look towards the door of the room and feel chills run through my veins as the door slowly creaks open. My eyes meet the eyes of a man, his piercing blue ones are like a sharp blade forged from the ocean, and I feel a shock of panic in myself. It's him. I remember him from my childhood, before England and Ireland were at war with each other. When we were allies. He's the youngest son of the Irish king and queen. Him and I, we used to be friends, good friends.

"Hello, love," he smirks deviously, and steps in the room. His thick accent lacing the words he speaks.

"Killian..." I say quietly.

"Ah, so you know who I am I take it?" He asks. I only reply by nodding my head, too afraid to do anything else.

(Killian's POV)

I move close to the lady in the room, assuming she is one of the lady's of the princess, but as I reach her realization hits me. It's Emma, the princess. I look at the young, blonde haired woman standing before me. She looks the same as she did all those years ago, except older and might I say, prettier. She looks astonished and terrified all at the same time. Her green eyes seem to be watery and I can tell she doesn't want to let her tears fall. We both stare at each other in utter silence, not knowing what to say. I can't let her know that I remember her, that will make this more painful than has to be. "Come with me," I say harshly, not wanting my emotions to get in the way. I grab her wrist and start to pull her along with me.

"But-"

"No, you're coming with me and that is final." I say firmly.

"Just let me speak!" She yanks her wrist out of my grasp with force that only a woman like her can bring. "There has to be a way we can change this, to regain an alliance again. Must we stand by and watch you take over our kingdom? Destroy lives and families? And all for what?"

I hesitate unsure of what to say. She's a persistent one, that's for sure. "It's not my place to say."

"Yes, it-"

"I don't bloody know! Alright?" I admit to her. I truly don't know what my parents have in mind, or what this is going to get them. I don't like this at all, I wish nothing more than to be allies again, so we don't have to sustain this situation. Now that I think about it, I'm not quite sure why our countries are enemies in the first place...

"Please cooperate, come with me, and do as I say," I request, getting frustrated. Of course, she try's to run but I roughly grab her wrists again, and this time tighter so that she can't escape. I pull her out of the room and lead her down the familiar staircase of the palace. All the while she's yelling at me and asking if I remember her, but I ignore her. Around us are servants and members of court screaming and yelling, I wish I could stop this madness, but it's not in my power and I can't defy my parents orders. That would be bad form, after all.

(Emma's POV)

Seeing as none of my pleas are working on Killian, I finally silence myself. My wrists hurt from the strength of his hands on my wrists.

"Emma!" It's my mothers voice. I immediately turn my head in the direction of her call. There she is, with my father, ropes tied around their wrists, visible blood lining different parts of their faces, cuts and rips in their clothing. A look of defeat.

"Mom!" I shout, "Dad!" Killian keeps pulling me, farther and farther away from my family. My parents. They keep shouting my name until I'm too far away to hear them. My heart slowly shatters as I'm led to an old enclosed wagon.

Will I ever see my parents again?

A guard opens a wooden door on the back of the wagon and looks at Killian, waiting for an order. "Take her, but don't harm her." He says and releases me, giving me to the guard.

Don't harm her? Why would he care whether I was harmed or not? I think to myself.

Killian leaves us without looking back and the guard shoves me in the back of the wagon into a dark empty space, the doors close, and I hear the latch loudly locking me inside.

All I know now is that my fate rests in the hands of the Irish.

||I'm really excited about writing this story, and I hope all of you like it! I always end up deleting my published fanfics, but I won't delete this one. I actually said that on the last one I deleted too, but I really won't delete this. I PROMISE.||