Part 2. Introducing

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EMMAS POINT OF VIEW.

I thought the man would instantly get off me, but he doesn't. He just stares into my eyes for a good minute. Finally, he gets off of me sitting helplessly, not daring to stand up and flee again. Looking at him as a whole now, I see he that is a very attractive man.

He has tousled dark brown hair, that looks carelessly wind blown. I notice his eyes. They're such emotionally beautiful eyes, that are as blue as the ocean. I could probably get lost in them for hours. His clothes fit him perfectly. All black leather head to toe, pirate clothes. My eyes wander to his hands. One had a hook.

"If he is who I think he is, he should not be trusted." I think to myself.

I look up to meet his gaze and see that he has been looking me up and down as well.

Embarrassed, I finally say, "Do you need some help? You can have my horse and I can find you some sort of medical help."

"That would be great love, I just need something to fix my leg." the man says in a sarcastic tone, with an enchanting British accent.

"Alright, I'll try and find someone." I say getting up, even though I didn't really know where to find anyone.

The man rolls up his pants and examines the cut. "Wait." he said, grabbing my arm. "This cut is to deep, I'm not going to be able to make it without magic."

My eyes widen. Does he know? I have magic. But only my parents, and a few others know about it. I am able to control it usually, but not all the time. And my parents don't want me to use it to my advantage. Like Regina. And I don't want to either.

He gives me an innocent look and I roll my eyes. I crouch down to where he is laying, coming close to his face and warn, "I'm going to fix your cut because I was the one who harmed you. But you mustn't speak of this. If you do there will be major consequences."

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