Notes

[Typos are anything but rare on mobile, so I changed a word or words around. This is the final draft. -tries to live, despite errors; doesn't breathe for a while; finally breathes;]


Synopsis: A beginning friendship surrounded by a musical intake, Ariel rescues Emma. A friendship lingered there that has never been written on-screen. That in my return, I thought of these wild ideas, this one less as such. I decided, because the musical episode was to air shortly, we should write a musical creative number.

Still, I have to catch up within the final season, but I am excited for this story-line. The inspiration and drive, the motivation to create bold or family oriented feeling friendships, is only a quarter of the excitement. Writing is just my surrogate.



Emma took a moment of pause to have breath. She needed a breath more than anything else she could need in this time. If it were villains ignoring her presence and not provoking havoc, as it were, nothing about the representation as a savior could mean much but less than what it meant when including those villains. The fact of her protecting the town was enough to contain the heroic breeze through her life, and to be a greater than regular person. To adjust words into placement that Emma could have been a larger than life figure, too much in those choice words went close to saying an idea toward her meaning much more of importance than anyone else. That is when it was she crossed the docks, hand over the one critical body part, known as her forehead. She strived with subtle contemplation in the midst of, the depth of, the direction on what she came to face from this fresh war against not just Gideon, though, also the Black Fairy.


How amusing it became to her. Amusing, because if she had given herself the lightest cause to stray from her guarded sanity enough, of course there was suffering into having any fear. Holding in fear over amusement? It seemed the unsatisfying way to take to, choosing fear over amusement. Guess that route: overwhelmed, would just be delayed. Emma tested her mind, for relief, a little relief, so that she soon might have laid her finger to rest, away from her forehead and along her side. "I want nothing more than to feel your skin. To face this coming moment and say they will not win." Emma pushed her hands into her front pockets and kicked a rock, thus separating her hands from the spaces they were contained. "But to find it in my heart to believe we can make it through with not a reason to fear, I see no way to steer my mind clear. I fear this battle everyday." Emma prolonged the uttered pitch of song and looked forward. "Not knowing who to trust and who to believe. Who is on our side and who is the enemy. I wonder if I must have it inside of me. I am the savior; there is nothing I cannot do to break the fate that I have to." Emanating from the water's reflection, there was a shadow just as the blonde hair caressed her face whilst she spun around on her feet, she had nothing more to accomplish, finding herself knocked into the water by an undetected blunt object, unconscious.