The Evil Prince

𝕎𝔼 𝔸ℝ𝔼 𝔹𝕆𝕋ℍ/ 𝕃𝔸𝔻𝕐 𝕆𝔽 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕃𝔸𝕂𝔼 ℙ𝔸ℝ𝕋 𝟙

THE ENCHANTED FOREST. Mary Margaret felt someone shake her awake, she opens her eyes. She sees a male figure above her.

"David?" Mary Margaret asks.

Then her vision becomes clear and she sees a young boy, well an older boy, older than Henry. Mary Margaret stares at the boy, something about him reminded her of someone.

"This one is up," He turns to inform others.

Mary Margaret is then hauled up by the boy and sees Emma. Emma is bounded by rope on the saddle of a horse. A woman with dark hair had finish tightening the rope, while another woman stood away.

"Bring her over," The dark haired woman says.

Mary Margaret was dragged over, sort of struggling a little, but it didn't matter because once they moved the boy passed her off to the woman. Now Mary Margaret is getting tied up on the rope next to Emma.

"Hey," Emma says, "You okay?"

Mary Margaret looks at her, "Yeah," She says looking around at their surroundings, "You?"

They were in a forest.

"I think so," Emma says, "I've never been tossed through a portal before."

"Alright," Says the dark haired woman who appeared to be dressed like a warrior, "The prisoners are tied up. Let's go."

Emma watches as the boy helps the woman in the dress on the horse, before he got on his own. The woman who tied them to the rope got on the horse they were bound to.

And then they were off.

It felt as if they were walking for ages, Emma's feet was growing tired, sore even. Her arms were growing more and more in pain being bounded to the rope.

Every now and then, Emma would catch the boy glancing back at the two of them, but primarily looking at Mary Margaret.

At this point of their travel they had reached towards an island. The horses stopped, giving Emma and Mary Margaret a moment to breathe.

"What is this place?" Mary Margaret asks.

"Our home," The warrior woman says.

After that, the horses began to move again, causing the two women to be forced to move yet again. The beach was littered with logs of wood, scattered around. But in the distance seemed to be their endgame.

They traveled further and further, until reaching what appeared to Emma and Mary Margaret as some sort of village. Once they reached the village, the two women and the boy got off their horses. A large man approached the boy, taking the leads of his horse and and another man took the leads of one horse and the warrior woman had the other lead.

The woman in the dress guided the two new prisoners into the village. The boy staring from behind.

People were staring, gasping.

"It's like they're refugees," Emma says.

"We're survivors," The warrior corrects.

Mary Margaret takes in her surrounding, she and Emma had stopped moving. Mary Margaret turns to the woman in the dress and then knees her in the stomach.

"Aah!" She yells leaning forward in pain.

"Emma! Run!" Mary Margaret yells.

Then both Emma and Mary Margaret ran. As they run, the boy, who had reached for his sword stopped when he watched the warrior woman grab a weapon. An item to knock down enemies by throwing it.