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It was peaceful. And they were, for the most part, happy.
And that was all that mattered. People, Everafters and humans alike, wandered amongst themselves, absorbed with their own lives, returning home with a sigh of relief and happiness, whether it be from getting a promotion, or not being slaughtered by a dragon.
All was well. The air was sweet with the scent of peace and not war.
Or so they thought.
Encircling the small town, the two laughed, bursts of heat erupting from the hoots. It wasn't difficult to find the odd house.
They crept along the perimeter of the barrier that blocked them from an easy job of destruction.
"Let's just wait by the forest. The fairy kid will probably appear, and if we're lucky, the target will follow him."
His partner nodded, snorting and stomping his large feet. They retreated slowly and cautiously into the forest, their beady eyes looking carefully for the target.
The rarity of sunny days was what woke Sabrina. The beams warmed parts of her body, and she stretched, her hand knocking Daphne's snoring frame. Knowing her little sister, Daphne was not interrupted from her slumber.
Sabrina looked at the clock on the bedside table. It was 6:45 am.
That was way too early for anyone to be awake. She stretched again, snuggling into her warm bed, closing her eyes and trying to ignore the bright and warm sun.
She was just about to be pulled into the darkness of sleep, when a small snicker made her eyes fly open.
It had to be Puck.
Scrambling out of the comfortable bed, she stood rockily, checking her range of motion. No sticky concoction limited her ability of punching his stomach.
She looked down at her body. Feet looked fine. Legs were normal. Torso was normal too. Arms were the standard definition of arms, and she gave a sigh of relief. The snicker was just her imagination.
She turned on her heel, about to get into bed again, when something...orange, stopped her.
She turned back around, her hair whipping around, to realize that her hair was a bright, neon orange.
It was silent for a moment, until she started to scream.
She felt a lot like Regina George, as she screamed and stomped to find the demon in question.
She was almost used to the pranks Puck had treated her with, but to ruin her beautiful, long, and healthy blonde hair was crossing the line.
The screaming dissipated when she started getting a bit lightheaded from screaming so much. Apparently Regina George had a talent for screaming.
She looked around, fuming, her face as colorful as her hair and her words. There was no one downstairs. Suddenly, she stopped.
The snicker was in her room.
Dumbass, she thought to herself.
She stomped as loudly as possible up the stairs, and stopped in front of her room. Taking a deep breath, she noticed that her little sister didn't even wake up to Sabrina's tantrum.
She had to roll her eyes before launching herself at him.
If she could find him.
She didn't need to, however. A second later, he emerged from under the bed. Puck was holding his stomach with the laughter that was rocking his body.
"You know, pus brain, the hair suits you and that temper you have," he gasped, guffawing.
She was about to answer him, with not only a kick in between the legs, but a couple words she would never say in front of her conscious sister, when he ran at her and picked her up.
As he flew down the stairs and out the door, Sabrina had flown, quite literally, into a tantrum that made her hair gleam spectacularly. Puck held her steady as she bashed at the parts of him she could find.
"Piss head, you're really not doing well if you're trying to impress me."
She growled. "I'd have you know that if I will be in the state of wanting to impress you it is when I am disabled, both physically and mentally."
He laughed. "You are physically and mentally disabled, fart brain. You impress me every day."
Sabrina blinked. It was silent for a moment as Puck flew above the trees. His wings were a blur as Sabrina tried to resume a posture in which she could continue to pummel him. He smirked as he held her fast in his arms. She sighed, not in defeat, but in impatience.
"Where are we going anyway, ugly?"
His giggle was high-pitched. "I'm thinking of the riv-"
He was interrupted by a sudden wave of heat that blasted the two in the face.
The two looked down to see two very large dragons, one orange and one black, staring at them with their mouths open. Puck and Sabrina's eyes widened in realization. And fear.
Fear that the horrid years that would haunt them for the rest of their life, the times where they knew they or a loved one would die in the blink of an eye, the moments where they thought life was too difficult to continue, were back.
"Scared, aren't ya? I would've thought you two would have been more experienced, especially after going through that nasty war." The black dragon said, chortling. The orange dragon joined in.
"I like the hair too, girlie. We match. Twinsies!" At that, both dragons guffawed, wisps of flame erupting from their mouths and blasting the two in the face.
Sabrina realized that Puck was still hovering in the air. "Fly! Fly away," she whispered urgently to him. He chuckled nervously. "Sabrina, if I carried you I wouldn't be able to escape him."
She looked shakily down at the dragons. "Then just leave me here, and annoy them so they follow you! You're good at that."
He frowned. "I don't know if I could handle two, and anyway, I sure as hell won't be leaving you."
"Can you just fly us as quickly as you can to the house?"
Puck shook his head. "Too dangerous. And I already told you, you're too heavy and it would slow me down."
She leaned her head back into his arms, the emotions of the war coming back to her like a tsunami. Anger, sadness, guilt, confusion, and fatigue. So much fatigue.
Puck had landed on the ground.
Watching the dragons looking up at them patiently, with large grins showing their rows of razor sharp teeth, made everything come back. The training, the emotions, the memories.
She couldn't handle it.
"Do you have a weapon, Puck?"
"I have my trusty sword, of course. Actually-"
He took out his small wooden sword and held it in his teeth as he dug into his jean pocket, searching for something.
"Too late! Bye, kiddies!"
The dragons walked leisurely up onto either side of them just as Puck threw Sabrina a pen-sized object. She recognized it, remembering that if you pressed the tip it would turn into a deadly sword if it broke through the skin.
The black dragon was nose to nose with her however, and before his mouth opened to unleash the death that was sure to come upon her, many things happened at once.
First, the black dragon had retreated rapidly. She stared at him for a second, confused, before seeing that he was watching something behind her. She turned, slowly, quickly pressing the tip of the pen, to see that there was a gigantic dragon, larger than the black and orange dragon combined, looming over them. Puck was nowhere to be seen.
The colossal dragon suddenly sank his teeth into the mesmerized orange dragon, killing him at once. Sabrina yelped when blood squirted at her, as did the black dragon. She backed away, confused and frozen, until she realized that the gigantic dragon was Puck. Her training kicked in immediately when she was reassured that Puck was alright and that he was going to hopefully kill the black dragon as well.
Speaking of that dragon, he had retreated hastily, his tail thrashing against the edge of the forest, almost disappearing from the clearing. Sabrina had thought of sneaking up behind him and breaking the skin with her deadly sword, but looking at Puck, who grinned at her, she decided retreating from the scene was the safest idea.
Puck landed on the ground and almost pranced, to the black dragon, who was preparing to fly away. Before he crouched, ready to take off, Puck roared, flames erupting in the trees. Sabrina was so surprised she dropped her sword. The black dragon was just as frightened, and while he was frozen, the dragon suddenly morphed into Puck, who took his wooden sword from his belt, and speared the dragon between the eyes.
The large creature fell on its side, immediately, creating a tremor in the ground so strong that Sabrina fell on her butt.
Sabrina was so shocked by the turn of events she couldn't help but laugh. She had thought he would heroically bite off the dragon's head, but instead his fairy self did the job. She thought she was turning insane as she wiped her eyes from laughing so hard.
Puck grinned at her after he admired his killing. Walking over to her, he picked her up, tapped the tip of the sword, which morphed back into a pen, and started the flight home.
Puck was chortling. "Did you see the dragon's face? His face was like he just learned that Santa wasn't real." The chuckling turned into belly laughter. Sabrina laughed along with him, just to keep his spirits high. But she wasn't happy at all.
Suddenly, like a brick wall, the reality of it all struck her.
Something was back. Maybe it wasn't the Scarlet Hand, but once again, the Grimm family was wanted.
Dead.
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