There will be a lot of twists to this story! It does not run with any storylines and before you ask there will be a Henry somewhere :p he might even be in this chapter as a silent character...

Chapter 1

Landing with a thud, luckily having braced herself for the impact, her arms stretched out to protect one of the most precious beings in existence currently growing inside of her, Emma gasps sharply as she feels the solid ground beneath her. Slowly pushing up against the gravelled dirt, she rises to her feet carefully while cradling her stomach, a wave of fear taking over as she notices her new surroundings.

Definitely not Storybrooke.

Managing to find her feet after the initial shock has worn off, the young blonde begins to walk to find an open spot and hopefully figure out where the hell she was. She was trying not to panic as stress right now would not be good for her or the baby but the sudden two thoughts of her wife and child at home wondering of her whereabouts was making her heart break. Emma knew she needed to find out where she was and then figure out a way home. Surely the majority of realms had magic beans right?

Shaking her head to rid of any growing tears, she takes a deep breath and turns into sheriff mode as she sees a clearing up ahead which leads to a path. Giving her tummy a gentle rub to reassure the tot growing inside, Emma bites her lip concerned at what she may find. "It's okay kiddo..we'll be home soon" mentally kicking herself at her words, knowing that she was more trying to reassure herself, the blonde heads towards the path which is clear of tree tops but still holds the sound of birds singing in the distance so you know for a fact that you are still within a forest.

Treading carefully onto the path, Emma looks in both directions for any signs of life which could help her. Sighing in defeat, she turns on her heel, wrapping her loose grey cardigan which she thanks her lucky stars that her wife lent her and insisted on her wearing before beginning her trek. Hugging at her arms, the blonde sniffles slightly at the scent of the other woman whom she misses so much at the moment in time. Pausing in her step, Emma moves back at hearing the sound of hurried steps and a clanking of metal. Frowning as the sound draws close, she realises it was not footsteps that she could hear but the sharp noise of hooves meeting dirt. Watching as a array of black horses come into view, she gulps at the realisation of where she is and who these horses belonged to. Looking wide eyed as they swiftly race past her, Emma turns away in fear of seeing a carriage, cringing when a horse could be heard stopping beside her.

"What are you doing along the Queen's road?"

Lifting her head at hearing a rather soft and distinct accent, the blonde raises an eyebrow at the armour clad knight sat upon his horse and towering above her.

"I..I was lost. Are you one of the Queen's Knights?"

Surprised at such a question, the man nods slowly. "A knight is one of my titles yes, but I mainly take pride in being her majesty's loyal huntsman" tugging at his reigns as his horse becomes restless, the knight watches the woman warily, curious as to her attire. "You are not from around here are you?"

Feeling cautious, Emma hugs at her arms again, insuring that her cardigan is kept closed to protect her bump. "No I'm not but I don't intend on staying. Do you know where I could find any help?"

"Why are you out here alone?" Ignoring her question, the man reaches down into his satchel to retrieve his water bottle.

"I lost my way and my family are not..here, so if you could just help me find-"

Sensing how guarded she is over the mention of family, the knight swigs from his bottle then puts it away before holding his hand out towards her. "I'll take you to the castle, figure out a plan there.."

"Oh I don't think-"

"You're not disobeying a Queen's knight are you?" Raising an eyebrow with a stern expression, the man waits for a response.

Taking a deep breath, Emma swallows hard. "No sir" accepting the hand, she climbs up behind the knight and holds on tight as the horse starts on his journey once again.

Now she knew she was in trouble. She could not refuse a knight having been told many stories before of their authority within the forest but she also dreaded meeting the reigning monarch, knowing that this queen would be less than sympathetic to her situation.

After all, she was known for being Evil.

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Entering the castle, the darkened, suffocating walls giving off an unwelcome vibe, Emma waits as the huntsman she know knew was called Graham spoke to a guard.

"You know what her majesty will want you to do"

Trailing her eyes towards the two men at the admission, the blonde frowns as she attempts to hear further.

"I know. She appears to have no family or that they are not here, so she said"

"Exactly Graham. She wouldn't be missed. Do what needs to be done"

Eyes widening in fear, Emma backs up towards the door. "You know, I should really get going, thank you for your help but I think I've got it from here"

Signalling for the large front doors to be closed by the doorman, the guard scoffs. "Unfortunately, you're not going anywhere. If word got around that a girl was within the castle and left, the Queen would have our heads"

Watching the huntsman stalk up to her, the blonde gives a shaky breath. "Please..I don't want any trouble..I just want to get home" glancing down towards her hand, to channel her magic like her wife had taught her, Emma's eyes widen more at the lack of magic.

"Nice try. Her majesty put a block on all magic within her grounds. We cannot have anyone trying to assassinate her now can we?"

Lifting her head towards the guard as the huntsman grabs her arms and holds them behind her back, the blonde tries to fight back with a struggle as she guided, pushed, towards a set of stairs leading beneath the castle.

"I wouldn't fight me, you wouldn't win. It's you're own fault being at the wrong place at the wrong time. What did you expect? The Queen shows no mercy no matter who you are" Graham explains as he leads her towards the empty cell and shoving her in.

Instinctively holding her stomach at her arms being released, Emma turns back as the cell door slams shut with a loud bang. "What is going to happen to me?"

"What happens to all prisoners who end up down here"

"Which is?" Clasping at an iron bar, the blonde stares at the man who is locking the padlock tight.

"Let's just say they don't usually see the light of the day again"

Gripping the bars, Emma shakes her head abruptly. "But she can't! It would ruin everything! History would..." Accepting defeat at watching the huntsman ignore her for the second time and walk away, the young woman slides down to the dusty ground and leans against the stone wall. Hastily wiping at her face, she slips her hand into her back pocket and pulls a crumple piece of paper out. Opening it up, she bites on her trembling lip as she looks towards the worn out photo which she loves dearly, taking in her wife's beautiful face stood beside her and their daughters infectious smile as she sat upon her lap. Inhaling deeply to prevent a sob, Emma places her spare hand on her bump. "I'm sorry kiddo. I won't stop trying, I promise I won't. You'll get to meet them one day but for now you're stuck with me and I can love you for the the both of us and your sister"

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Receiving word of a new prisoner and the reasons why they were placed within her dungeons, the Queen heads down the steps and through the dark and damp corridor, her dress trailing along behind her as if she were walking an aisle to be married. Coming to a stop near the cell, the regal woman lifts her head and composes herself in an intimidating manner as she does for all prisoners. Clasping her hands together, she smirks at what is to come. The begging for life and fear. The tears of those wishing they were anywhere but here and the torture of wondering when they would-

"We were so blessed by your sister and then when we found out about you, it was as if she had sent you to us. That she knew how much love we had to give and was willing to share it with another sibling. I am so grateful for the both of you. Especially now because I don't know what I'd do without you here with me. The same for your mother, having your sister there has got to at least help a little while wondering where we are.."

Moving into the shadow, the Queen drops her smirk and raises an eyebrow intrigued. Did the prisoner have a child with her?

"If..if..we can't get out of this. I'm sorry..I'm.." Hearing her own voice break, Emma rubs her tummy soothingly. Who was she trying to kid? Her mother's hope speeches was not going to work this time. There was no escaping this without ruining history one way or another. "I'm so sorry that I've failed you..we really do love you. I just hope your mother can forgive me, but what can I do? If I tell everything, there's a chance it would all change for the worse, or if I don't say anything, at least she'll have good memories of us right? And your sister to keep her going..that won't change"

Deciding to find out what is going on, her majesty steps out in front of the cell door. "Who are you talking-" trailing her eyes down to the blondes bump clearly on show as her cardigan had fallen open when she sat down, the Queen stops. Remaining quiet, the brunette woman ponders over what to do next as a wave of guilt takes over her. Yes she has killed before and never once showed remorse for any of her prisoners, but she had never in her time as Queen killed a prisoner who was with child, or a child for that matter. Watching the blonde rise to her feet slowly, the reigning monarch clears her throat as she comes to her senses and reaches for the padlock to release the door.

"Follow me.."

Meeting her eyes, Emma frowns confused and scared as she then walks out of the cell and follows on behind the silent Queen.