Hi my lovely little readers! There are too little fanfics on this site for this amazing book series, so I decided to contribute to it since I've literally read every single fanfic in this archive. This idea came to me in a dream, oddly enough. Usually people's fanfics end up pretty stupid from dreams, I'll even admit it, but I think this one may be an exception. Hopefully it does and if not, someone had to try, right?
Fun fact: I'm a major Grimms' Fairy Tales fan; I have been in love with them since I was around seven. My sister used to read to me all the tales so we could have some bonding time. I think that's the main reason I took a liking to Mina's stories. Since the still perfect book is right next to me, I will include tales in here.
Mina's POVMy eyes flitter open and I discover I'm sitting in a lone meadow leaning against a tree watching the grass and flowers sway with the breeze. There's a movement beside me and I turn my head to the welcoming sight of Jared's beautiful grey eyes looking lovingly at me. My heart skips a beat and for once I don't mind. He presses his forehead against mine, his hair tickling my skin. I gaze into his beautiful misty gray orbs and grin as he leans in to kiss me. Before our lips meet, there's a crash of thunder in the distance. The flash turns the sky gray and rain begins to fall.
Jared's eyes dilate in pure horror and I barely catch the words, 'no, please no,' escape his lips.
"What's wrong," I ask, eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"They're here," he whispers.
"Who," I shoot back, my heart starting to fill with terror. "Who's here?"
There's another clap of thunder and two figures appear before us. I let my eyes focus to see Ever a-and Teague! Ever, seductively wrapped around Teague's arm, gives us a cat-like grin.
"Teague," she smirks, "just at the little love birds. Aren't they just adorable?"
"Absolutely," he replies tauntingly. "They're so cute I'd like to just capture this picture forever."
"I have just the thing," Ever says, pulling out something from her tutu-like black skirt. I gasp in horror; it's the Fae Story Book! Before I can even move a muscle, the book begins sucking me in. Jared remains unaffected by the book's power and screams my name as I'm whirl pooled in. In seconds I'm bound in the story's pages.
"Look, now she's out of the way for good," Ever chuckles, stalking towards Jared. "It's too bad I've given up on you for the real prince of the Fae." She runs her hand through his hair and yanks up a handful. That's not all she does. She begins punching his face and clawing him with her black nails and all the while Teague watches with a cruel smile. I begin screaming at the top of my lungs and pounding against the pages, anything to help him.
"Aw, she thinks she can get out," Ever coos, "how cute." Ever trots over to the book and picks it up and, with a wicked grin, slams it shut.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
With a powerful scream, I jolt up. My eyes rapidly dart around, looking for a sign of what just happened being real or not. My heart rate slowly subsides as I realize that I'm in my room in our small three (technically two since Charlie's doesn't have a closet) room apartment above the Wong's shop.
My heart pangs a bit at the thought of the brownie couple downstairs. I love them still despite the lies—they were, after all, told to protect my family and for that I'm grateful—but what followed shortly after all the revaluations that followed soon after.
Before I can get sucked into another flashback the door creaks open. I look up to see Charlie standing in my door with my anti-Fae, or in other words steel, bat tightly grasped in his hands.
"I'm ok," I rasp, "Just a nightmare."
He raises an eyebrow as if inviting me to talk about it and I shake my head. "No, I'm good."
I get up and talk past him to our bathroom. I reach into our shower and turn it on. It squirts out murky brown water followed by a stream of cold water. I peel off my sweat-drenched clothes and toss them on the floor. Once I see steam rise from the water, I step in and let the water cascade down my body. I stand here for a good five minutes before I start scrubbing my body with my strawberry soap. The water and the ferocity of my scrubbing burns, but I welcome it. I need to get the feeling of Teague and Ever's scornful grins off my skin.
Ever…I bite my lip as the feisty pixie's face appears in my mind. I know she's done nothing wrong, but I've been getting a bad feeling about her lately. She's been more distant and, though she tries to hide it, I can feel the pure hatred seeping off of her when Jared crosses her mind. She hasn't lashed out at me yet, surprisingly, and the fact alone is killing me. I don't get this nervous when the Story's magic builds up before a dangerous quest begins, and that's saying something. It's true the Teague does know something about me, but Ever's gotten close enough to pick up the little things that can harm me that I can only find out if I :
Ask
Have her prove a point of some sort
Or
Discover she's betraying me and find out how royally screwed over I am
Lost in thought, I scrub my entire body head to toe raw until I hear a pounding on the door. My head snaps towards the door, making me slap myself across the face with my wet, freshly washed hair. Well that wakes me up. I rise myself off and turn off water. As the pounding continues to roar against the door, I wrap a towel around my torso. I open the door to see my mother, her eyes laced with concern.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, just lost in thought," I answer as smoothly as possible.
Mom looks over her shoulder, checking to see if Charlie is behind her listening, then speaks, "I-is it the Story?"
"No," I reply as smoothly as I can. "I was just thinking about school." It's not the story, it's what's behind the scene.
Relief washes over her features, "Is it school then? You don't have any classes with Nan this year, right? That must be what's stressing you out, right?" Oh mom, you're not even close.
"It's fine; I've been paying attention more now anyway," I shrug, trying to come off nonchalant.
"I'm here to talk if you need me," mom says. "But now you need to get dressed because you're going to be a little la-"
The mention of my timing sends me into rush hour mode. I slip past my mother and dart to my room. I quickly dry off, lotion, and thrown on the first set of clean underwear I see. I go to my closet to see what I haven't worn already. If I was a person to curse, now would be the time. My entire wardrobe, once full of loose jeans and t-shirts, is filled with shorts and small, red shirts.
"Teague," I howl to the ceiling, knowing that SOB can hear me, "you can butt in my life, but stay far, far away from my closet!"
Not really having any other choice or any time, I grab the first pair of black shorts that looked long enough, a red v-neck that is a bit too tight for my liking, and a black hoodie. I look down for a pair of shoes and decide to go with the black Converse Nan bought me a few weeks ago. I slip on my socks and shoes, grab my backpack, the Grimorie and sprint out my bedroom door. I nearly tumble over Charlie, who is working on his latest board game concoction, on my way out the door and barely stop to grab a pop-tart from the counter while saying goodbye to mom.
I hop onto my bike and begin peddling as if my life depended on it since, in a way, it does. If I'm tardy one more time this week, I'll have a detention and a handful of afterschool chores I simply don't have time for. So far, I'm doing pretty well in terms of time. There haven't been any obstacles on my trip as of yet, so I think I'll make it on time.
As if fate (or should I say the Fates of Fae) felt me experience a tinge of happiness, the clouds make themselves turn gray and, with a clap of thunder, I'm being belted by rain. The wheel of my bike begins to teeter and it slips from underneath me. I'm send tumbling to the ground, but magically manage not to scrape my over exposed legs.
I glare viciously at the sky for a moment then mutter to myself, "Sorry if I'm raining on your parade, but can you not?"
With that sarcastic request, the rain stops and the water seems to evaporate into thin air. I do a general pat down and discover that I'm completely dry. I'm not exactly sure if that was directly me or not, but either way I know it has to do with my family's curse, so I blame it on the Fae.
I look over to my bike and see it looks like it's straight from an Allstate commercial. Instead of loyally wheeling it the last block to school, I sprint off, leave it on the curb. It's trash day anyway and there's no salvaging that thing.
In a matter of minutes I'm walking up the school's steps and trying to catch my breath. I think all of my quests have made me a good distance sprinter. I guess my hard work at the ever difficult job of surviving has done my body well.
Once through the school doors I'm surprised to see the halls bustling with life. Confused, I look up to the clock in the hall to see I'm a good twenty minutes early. I sigh and shake my head. I should've listen to my mother's full sentence before going off in a mad dash out the door. Taking advantage of my timing, I decide to go to the cafeteria.
As soon as I'm fully in the cafeteria, I hear my name being loudly called. I stop dead in my tracks, just as the majority of the other students in the large room, and look towards where my name was called. There I see Nix, or Nick as he goes by on this plane, waving at me from the jock table. His pale skinned hand, though darker than it was a month ago, waves madly through the air to attract my attention as if his vibrant red hair and green eyes couldn't do it all by themselves.
"Mina, over here," he calls out again. My cheeks begin to darken to the point they could camouflage with his hair. Knowing he won't stop calling my name until I go over, I quickly shuffle over to him.
"You called," I say almost dully.
Nix gives me a playful pout which looks silly but nice on him, "Is that the greeting I get after such a long time?" He holds his arms out for a hug and I roll my eyes. I step into the hug and give him the strongest hug I can. Though I haven't talked to him since his near-death experience, I do care about him and I did miss him.
"You know I never got to thank you for what you did," he whispers to me.
"It's nothing," I reply. "You did so much more for me, so count us as even."
He chuckles at that and agrees. "You know I've missed you, right?"
"I've missed you too," I mumble, subconsciously taking in his scent of pure water.
"How've you been, 'na," he asks, breaking the hug and holding me at arm's length.
"Simply un-enchanted, Nix," I respond, a small smile in place. "How 'bout you?"
"I'm pretty sure he's fine," one of the water polo guys, T.J, interrupts, "but also wondering to himself why he hasn't told his team about his girlfriend."
"Wait, what," I stutter confusedly.
"Pet names, lingering hugs, whispering to each other is what we mean," Brody, of all people, adds in with a cheeky grin. "Those seem like couply-things to me."
"We're close, but not a couple," I inform the now watching (and clearly amused) water polo team members.
"So if he just kissed you what would you do?" T.J. questioned, "Would you brush it off since you're so close or ask about it?"
The image of our several underwater survival (or make out as the average person would call it) sessions comes to mind. I really wouldn't question it at first, to be perfectly honest, but that may be because I don't see him in a romantic way and he literally gave me the kiss of life…twenty times. I guess I'd assume it's a flashback from the sea witch incident and he thought he'd have to save me. But then again, he has been on this plane for a month now, so he must know the meaning of a kiss over here.
"See," T.J. cheered, "she had to think about that. Friend-zone members don't have to think about it, so there you go Nick, we got you a girlfriend. You're welcome."
"She isn't my girlfriend, guys. I'm her best friend, not her boyfriend," Nix glares. I grin at the title; someone besides Nan has claimed me as their best friend.
And, speaking of the devil, Nan appears at my side, looping one of her hands through mine. "Hi everyone; I'm Nan Taylor, Mina's real best friend," she shoots Nix a teasing glare.
"Is that so," Brody smiles. "Well that sends us back to the secret dating theory.
"Oooh, do tell," Nan chirps and dives into a conversation with Brody and T.J. Nix and I do a simultaneous face palm. We're trapped with a bunch of idiots.
"I'm telling you, she's my best friend and nothing more," Nix groans.
"If you say you're so close, tell me about her," Nan challenges him.
"I know a few things I bet you don't, but if you insist," he replies with a dramatic sign. I chuckle at them, Nan has known me longer, but Nix knows more about what really goes on outside of my life.
Just as Nan and Nix get in a mini debate about me, much to my horror, I feel a surge of power waft past me. Nix glances at me and I know he's felt it too. There's Fae, a powerful one at that, really, really close by and I'm not happy about this one bit.
Before I can go investigate, the bell rings and I'm being tugged along with Nan who begins drilling me about Nix and why I didn't tell her about him when she was gone. Though she's talking as if she's facing the end of the world, I don't listen to a single thing she says. The surge I felt earlier worries me. Teague usually waits until I'm out of class to start a quest to maximize the tricks preformed, so I have a really bad feeling about today. Exactly what am I going to face that can't wait for eight more hours?
Soooo, what'd you think? Give me one of your guesses and what you think the next chapter will include.
Thanks for reading and sorry for all and all typos,
K-Chan!