Different Worlds

Chapter 5

Hello again! So, just to inform you, around the weekend it might take me a few hours to a day longer to publish a chapter just because my life is kinda busy and it takes me almost all day to write a new chapter. So excuse my tardiness.

Secondly, I have been loving the theories you guys have had! One was spot on, a couple were close, and there were a few that piqued my interest. I already know how I want this to go, so keep your guessing and commenting! Enjoy this chapter.

Emma's POV:

The sky grows dark and the palace grows quiet. I sit in the window seat of Regina's chamber, staring up at the stars and trying to remember what constellations she pointed out to me. None come to mind. It doesn't help that I'm still bitter over Regina leaving. How could she just leave me here after all that's happened?

I feel the warmth of my magic spreading through me, the pulse of it making me dizzy but is slowly becoming familiar. I find it only comes out when I am upset. It scares me, but there has to be some good in it if I am able to bring animals back to life. It makes me weak every time I use it though, especially bringing my kitten and the pigeon back to life. I wanted to sleep for hours afterward.

Binx hops up on my lap, pawing on the window at an invisible thing only he can see. I pet his head, trying to think of how I can escape without being seen. There are guards who stand at the top of the castle at night who I would have to avoid.

"Should I go, Binx? Should I find Regina and bring her home?" I ask my pet. He purrs in answer.

I press a kiss to his soft, black fur before setting him on Regina's bed. "You keep her bed warm until I bring her back. Make sure to stay away from Snow. She doesn't play nice."

I close my eyes and concentrate, focusing on the small hum of my magic flowing through me that's causing me to become light-headed. I smile softly as I feel a weight fill my hands that wasn't there before. Sure enough, when I open my eyes, a small bag filled with a few changes of clothes and food is in my hands.

I grab the silver cloak that looks like diamonds in the sunlight and wrap it around my shoulders. Checking to make sure I have the gold ring Regina gave to me, I slip out the window.

As soon as I'm on the perch, I'm surprised to come face-to-face with a man. I muffle a scream in my hand, staring with wide eyes at the intruder. His face is rough, his eyes bright, and he smells of forest. He is stopped mid-climb with a small spear lodged between two stones.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"What are you doing?" He repeats.

I bite my lip, afraid whether to say. The man perches himself on the window still beside me, his green cloak and hood doing well to hide his identity from the guards.

"Look little miss," he starts, his voice heavy with a distinguished accent. "I want in, you want out." He shrugs. "Why can't we both have what we want?"

I glare at him. "You don't live here. If you did, you would use the front entrance."

He opens his mouth to retort, then rubs his chin. "You are a clever one." Then he holds out his hand for me to shake. "Robin. Robin of Locksley."

"Robin Hood," I correct him.

He gives me an amused grin. "Whatever kind of a name is that?"

I shrug. "It fits. I'm Emma, by the way." I glance inside the window, then back to him. "Are you coming to steal from the king?"

Robin looks uncomfortable at my question. I pull a few gold coins from my bag. "I have more if you wish. You just have to take me somewhere."

Robin closes the coins in his fist as I drop them in his hand. "You can be tried with treason for this."