"Hey Grimm, long time no smell," I heard a deep cheery voice call out before something cold and sticky hit me in the back of the head. I ran my hands though the slime and examined my fingers before whipping around to face him.
"Puck, aren't you supposed to be with Uncle Jack?" I questioned angrily. I watched as a smug grin lit up his face and he lowered himself to the ground, his pink wings folding into his back. That's right, I said wings because not only is Puck the most aggravating boy I have ever met, he is also the immortal son of Oberon and Titania, the Trickster King.
"Listen ugly, I'm here because I need your-" he faltered a moment as he seemed to struggle with his next words," I need your-," He continued but stopped himself yet again. His immense pride twisted his handsome features as he tried to finish the thought. Finally when I could take it no longer, I told him to spit it out.
"Damnit Grimm I need your help," His smug smile had vanished and a heavy scowl had taken its place.
I couldn't help it I started to laugh. Having Robin Goodfellow in my small Ferryport Landing apartment begging for my help was something I had imagined for the past seven years. However seeing him in front of my sink of dirty dishes didn't fulfill the romantic fantasies devised by my fourteen-year-old self, instead it was comical. However Puck was not amused.
"Are you really going to just stand there and mock me? I need your help Sabrina or rather your Uncle does," He took a step closer, "Brina, your uncle has been kidnapped, and I'm not sure who has him."
"What do you mean you don't know who kidnapped him? How do you know someone is kidnapped but don't know who took him?" I shouted angrily. I wish I could say that I started to be rational and had calmed sat down with Puck and talked about a plan. However I am not lovingly know as the hotheaded Grimm fro no reason. So instead I spent the next ten minutes screaming at Puck about pretty much everything from Uncle Jake to why my cramped apartment cost so much.
"Are you done?" he asked annoyed at my outburst. With a hoarse voice, I nodded and sat down. "Good, now go pack Stinky, we've got a Grimm to find."
So, by now, I'm assuming you have concluded that I'm not your average nineteen year old. I am a descendent of Wilhelm Grimm, one of the Brothers Grimm, and for the past eight years I have been living with and helping fairy tale characters, or Everafters as they prefer to be called, with their day to day lives. I have killed a giant, broken a sleeping curse, and been Toto in the wizard of Oz. But that was back when all of the Everafters were trapped here in Ferryport Landing, for seven years they have been free to wander the world. And here comes the best and weirdest part thanks to a power hungry magic mirror and a smart wolfish old man, I am an Everafter too. I don't have any special powers or beauty like a princess (I mean I'm not ugly) but I'm a Grimm and that makes a fairytale detective, someone who jumps in whenever there is a problem. And it looks like I've got a new case, the only thing left to do is to call my sister Daphne Grimm, my partner, and get to work.
"Hey Daphne, I got something to tell you," I began before the phone was ripped out of my hands.
"You didn't think I'd tell you before Marshmallow, did you?" The Trickster King asked with a smile. He puck the phone back in its cradle and pick up my bag bore grabbing my hand.
"You told my fifteen year old sister first?" I cried in disbelief and ripped my hand free from is grip, ignoring the warm tingling feeling that ran from the bottom of my palm to the tips of my fingers.
"Of course I did, I mean I know we're engaged and everything but I didn't know if I could count on you to really mess with some Everafters anymore." He said before grabbing my hand again..
"First of all," I began, anger rising up inside me, "We are NOT engaged and second of all I live in Ferryport Landing! ALL I DO IS HANG OUT WITH EVERAFTERS!" I screamed. Puck just let out a small chuckle before grabbing my face and pecking me softly on the lips, an action so surprising and pleasant I followed him mutely to the flying carpet outside.
"Come on Ugly, you've been living with the sweetest and weakest of us. We are going against villains who are so bad I am almost scared. And everyone knows we're engaged, after all you are the one who spilled the beans seven years ago."
He commanded the carpet to lift us up and as we flew across the wonderful state of New York, I felt the need to point out to him one small detail.
"The future changes Puck, we've seen it happen before."
"Okay, whatever you say Ugly. Oh by the way, how old are we?" He asked and I realized that although I had been growing normally like any mortal, I was really an Everafter controlling my own age.
"Nineteen, but I don't understand why you are still growing with me." I said voicing my concerns, I would have thought that Puck would have just stayed twelve years old when he left with Uncle Jack.
"Because Brina, I think fiancées should stay the same age."