Well, this is my first fic. ever and I guess I just wanted to get it out there for whatever reason. Any kind of comment is welcomed-- flames or whatever. I know there are a few story issues in here, for example, there's a short part where Sabrina goes to school and I know she doesn't anytime soon after the seventh book. Just try to ignore them and if I make any HUGE mistakes I will try to fix them as fast as possible. Hope you enjoy!
Once upon a time, in a land not far from here, there lived an extraordinary girl named Sabina Grimm.
The master smiled without humor as he watched the Book of Everafter open to a blank page of its own accord and started etching the brilliant golden letters onto the paper. New fairytales were born all the time and it was the Book's job to record them.
Everything was going as planned.
The shining words faded to black.
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Sabrina woke up crankier then ever. Not only was she exhausted, but she ached all over. She glanced blearily at the alarm clock. Crap. I overslept.
She jumped out of bed and raced around her room, her bad mood following her as she got dressed and ran down the stairs to find the family sitting around the table eating Granny's most recent concoctions.
"Good morning, Liebling." Granny sang, ignoring Sabrina's sulking, and slipped what looked like a reversed egg with a white yolk and yellow goopy-stuff and a piece of toast with something bright pink spread all over it that smelled like peanut butter onto her plate.
"Well, someone is just a little ray of sunshine this morning." commented Uncle Jake. Sabrina grumbled and stared with disgust at her breakfast. She took a tentative bite of the toast and found it tasted like Fruit Loops. She tossed it back on her plate.
Someone belched behind her. "Yes, I know it isn't everyday you get to lay eyes on your most amazing king. You may bow or kneel in respect." Sabrina didn't even have to turn around to know that the infamous Puck, the royal pain in the behind had arrived.
She heard him jump into the seat beside her. "Why, if it isn't Mrs. Happy! Please, there is no reason to hide your feelings! Share with us how you really feel." It was eight in the morning and Puck was already getting on her nerves.
"Shut up." She muttered, refusing to bend completely to his taunting. Before anyone could say anything else, she grabbed her full plate and dumped it in the kitchen.
"What's up with her?" asked Puck pretending like he didn't care.
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School was absolutely miserable. She failed to answer all of the questions her teachers asked and warded away everyone with her temper. She walked through the lunch line to receive her tray of food and had difficulty reaching up to put it on the counter where she paid. Her arms were still sore, but so were her legs and her head and… just everywhere.
She did her best to eat a bit of the hardly edible school food, but still managed to choke down only a couple of bites before she couldn't help gagging. Puck sat down across from her, followed by his usual cloud of girly pink-fluff admirers.
"What's the matter, Grimm? I mean anyone would upset with a face like that but, you usually push through it."
She didn't even bother answering.
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When she got home, she found the house in complete disorder. Granny had decided that Elvis needed a bath and he liked them just about as much as Puck did. Tables and chairs were tipped over, books were dislodged and the wood floor had several additional scratch marks on it. The girls and Puck found Granny trying to coax Elvis out from under a shelf in the hall closet in which he had succeeded at barricading himself in with an assortment of coats and shoes. She was waving a link of sausage, a dangerous and favorite food of the Great Dane's, while holding an enormous butterfly net behind her back where the dog couldn't see it.
Sabrina sighed, rolled her eyes, and stomped off to her room. She felt exhausted. She was still aching, especially in the middle of her back. She wondered if she had somehow rubbed it raw somewhere. Alone in her room, she looked at her back in the mirror. It was a little red but, nothing to get excited about. If it wasn't gone by tomorrow morning, she'd tell Granny and then could get an ointment or something for a rash.
She flopped down on her bed, carefully avoiding the middle of her back, and settled down for homework.
She was just finishing up when she felt someone's eyes on her. She looked over and saw Daphne watching her from the door with a strange look on her face.
"What?" Sabrina snapped.
Daphne looked distracted. "Umm…what? Oh, nothing. It's just, you look sort of…funny."
"What do you mean?"
"I know it sounds stupid but, it sort of looks like you're…glowing." She frowned.
Sabrina looked down at her hands. They were shining a bit. "It's just the light. What did you want?" she asked irritated.
"Oh, right. Granny sent me up here to tell you that dinner's ready." She said, focusing and transforming back into her normal, perky self.
"I'll be down."
She scribbled down a few more math numbers and then stalked downstairs.
Daphne and Puck were busy wolfing down whatever was placed in front of them. Sabrina didn't even look at her plate. With all of them together, Granny's cooking was hardly appreciated.
Sometime into the meal, Daphne took a breath between bites and asked, "Granny, how does someone become an Everafter? Were they born that way or were they normal people before they became magic?"
Granny smiled, "No one really knows, Liebling. An Everafter hasn't been made for at least a hundred years. But, I think they were normal people before their stories were written down."
"What does writing it down have to do with becoming immortal?"
"I'm sorry I can't explain it any better then that. All I know, is they were someone like you and me and then their lives took an extraordinary path, and they became a fairy tale."
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It was almost two in the morning and Sabrina still couldn't sleep. Her back was driving her crazy. The aching had grown so bad, she couldn't lie on her back. Resting on her stomach she reached back and touched the sore spot gently. Her fingers came away wet. Startled she ran to the bathroom, thinking it was blood.
She turned around and looked into the mirror but didn't see what she was expecting. Now, there was a large, red bump- the size of a softball, and it was surrounded by a clear, sticky liquid. Her skin was still glowing, only more vibrantly then before. In fact, as she watched, the light grew brighter. She turned to face the mirror. Her whole head sparkled. Her arms too, her legs, her back, her front, even her feet. It looked like she had been dumped in glitter glue. The light grew brighter still, and she had to shut her eyes because it felt like she was looking at the sun. There was a ripping sound, a searing pain in her back, and then, nothing. She squinted her eyes open. The light switch had been flicked off somehow. With a trembling hand, she reached toward it and flipped it on.
She couldn't believe her eyes.
There was no more glow, no weird bump on her back.
Instead something much worse.
On each side of her head, starting from where the bump used to be, were two enormous, beautiful, gossamer wings.
She had wings.