Chapter One - That's Ancient History

Hey guys! I was really happy with how my last alternate universe story went, so I'm really excited to write this one! It's definitely a different twist than what it was in Just Follow Me. This one is pretty complicated at times, but I'm super happy with it! It was a combination of two story ideas (using I Won't Say I'm In Love and then an AU story) and I decided it would be fun to mash 'em together. So do enjoy!

This story will make sense as it goes. There's a lot to wrap your mind around, and stuff will keep getting added, but I think you will like it if you liked Just Follow Me, or even if you didn't read it! It's something no one has done yet. c:

Mina's POV

Honestly, floating while sitting in the middle of nothing - or, rather, being in Limbo for what feels like eternity cause there's nothing to do - is no fun at all. I'd much rather be helping the latest Grimm. But, they refused to take the Grimorie even though it picked them, so I guess there's no luck there. If the Grimm refuses the book, then their death is on their own head.

I turn to dwell on before I ended up in this messed up world. Or, more accurately , right when I did and just a little before.

I'd gone to sleep in the home the Godmother's had brought us when our house burned down. It still felt weird to call it mine, even though it was. Even after a week though, the horrors and wonders that happened at that fateful dance lurked in my mind. My mom was asleep, as was my brother Charlie, but I wasn't able to get one bit of shut eye. I was just laying in my own bed, staring at the ceiling, and trying to make myself fall asleep. But I couldn't. And when it did finally come, it was restless.

When I opened my eyes, shock coursed through me when I was faced with Jared. But, while he looked like Jared, he was angry. Very angry. Teague angry, actually. But his eyes were gray. What was this? I didn't have too much time to wonder, because I was promptly pushed through a portal.

My mind filled in the blanks as I went...Er, fell. This older version of the seam ripper portal took longer to get through...At least, I think it was an older version, as my mind began to explain it to me now that I had two sets of conflicting memories. It didn't matter if it was older though, because in this dream...Or alternate reality...Or whatever this, I could easily recall my life as a Grimm and my "life" as Siren royalty.

Apparently, that's what me and Charlie were here. Siren royalty. Our mother? Not Sarah Grimm. I was surprised we even looked like ourselves - a little fluke I guess - beyond the golden streaks in my hair and the gold flecks in my eyes. I hated the fact it was gold though. As for Charlie? He has a green streak right through the middle of his hair, and a few green flecks in his eyes.

We weren't just Siren royalty though. Instead of Jared and Teague - so, essentially, the same person - being chained to the Fae Book and the Grimorie, we were. Why? Jared, who seemed to be the Story in this place. I - or, that is, the Mina from this world - refused to marry him. As a punishment, Jared made me the servant of the Grimorie, and my brother servant to the Fae book. So, this was Limbo. Not a seam ripper portal. I don't know how my great, great, how ever many greats grandparents - er, well, they're not related to me in this reality - found their way over, but they did, and I was given to them. Well, the Grimorie was. I was just an added bonus, I guess.

I got along with them really well after that. Jared - who seems an awful lot like the Teague I know from my real reality - showed up sometimes to ask if I had changed my mind. I always said no. There was no way I was marrying the Story, no matter who he was. The Grimms I helped always died though. No matter what I tried, there was no way for me to save them. I now understood why Jared was so irritable. There was so much death he saw as a servant to the Grimorie that I am now seeing. It's absolutely horrid to have to deal with, but I guess it's better to be helping them at least try to survive than being in Limbo. I feel bad that I was always so angry with him...I guess his personality wasn't exactly his fault. He was a lot like old, not stabbed with a dagger Teague, just more angry because he had to deal with so much death and yet he couldn't do anything about it.

And I'm still stuck in Limbo even now, because the newest Grimm - why does his name elude me? - refused to accept the Grimorie. Of course, I think he might've died a while back. I couldn't be sure what time was like anymore, because there seems to be no time in this Limbo. At least, there's no way to track it if there is.

Hopefully, the Grimorie will present itself to the next Grimm, as I'd rather have to deal with another death than be stuck here. I have one friend in this new world, a guy named Storm. He, as expected, is a storm enigma, and I've found myself connecting him in a way to my reality. He's basically like what Ever was like with Jared. Except Jared and Ever were a couple at one time, and Storm and I are just close friends, and we've never been anything else. He has messy, brown hair - it reminds me of Jared and Teague at times, actually - and dark green eyes. We've had quite a bit of fun when I'm not in this Limbo place that I have to be in when there's no Grimm that has the Grimorie. It almost makes up for the fact that my entire life has been turned upside down.

That's when I hear it. It's very frustrated and angry - although it is slightly fearful too - but it's still something. Something that could mean there's a new Grimm, and that I just missed the tingle when I was being nostalgic. "If this stupid book actually works, or if there's anyone that can hear me, then do something and save my life!"

Under normal circumstances, I'd abandon the rude person who's apparently the next Grimm. But, I'm way too bored and cramped, plus I don't know if the Grimorie would go to the next person, since this guy will obviously die if I don't go help the idiot. And there's something about his voice that I recognize. So? I go.

I don't take the time to look at the person - boy, I should be referring to him as a boy - that the man who I can now see is attacking. I've seen this scene play out before. This is the wolf that attacked me when I was in the quest Little Red Riding Hood. So this is my replacement since I can't be the Grimm in this world. If I hadn't just punched the wolf to save a very weak Grimm - is that how Jared thought of me? - I'd be laughing at the fact that Little Red is a guy.

I'm weaponlesss, smaller, and lighter, making me considerably faster. I probably look like an easy meal to this guy. But, I'm not about to die. When he lunges, I feint to the right and then side-step. With a turn, I manage to land a kick to the wolf, which riles him up. So, he pulls a pretty nasty trick, and I'm about to punch him again when he manages to shove me back and pin me against the wall. Darn it! Jared really picked an idiot this time! It's strange, how fast - alright, maybe not so fast if you consider how long it's been - I've grown accustomed to thinking of Jared as the Story, me as the Grimorie, and whoever the Grimm is at the time as the Grimm.

"Use the book!" I yell. I can't see the Grimm, but I can only hope they didn't run and leave me here to fend for myself and save them.

"How?" Again, the voice sounds familiar, but I don't dwell on that. Is this person a complete nincompoop? Have they no clue as to what might be a good idea to try?

"Turn the page, you idiot!"

The man-wolf thing hollers and falls back as light flies towards him, causing me to drop to the ground. He whimpers a few times more, as if torn between staying and killing me and the boy or fleeing, and then runs out, the light diminishing afterwards.

"What was the idiotic Story, thinking, picking-" I stop short whenever I'm faced with the Grimm in question, who I was about to lecture, and the puzzle pieces on why I recognized his voice fall in place.

He has very messy black hair, and looks older than the general Grimm, perhaps nineteen? He's wearing a red hoodie - I remember that fun part of the quest - and jeans, along with gray sneakers. But his eyes strike home. His blue eyes. His eyes that are like chips of ice. His eyes that I have seen so many times: glaring, laughing, staring, and watching me.

"When I knew someone was attached to the Grimorie, I was expecting my brother, not you, Mina." His signature Cheshire Cat grin takes his face.

"No...Not you..." I glare at him.

I can't believe I just saved Teague's life, especially after nearly being killed by him so many times.

Hm...Well, that's a twist, isn't it? cx But a fun one in my mind! What do you guys think so far? Love it? Hate it? Like it? Gimme some info! And if anything is super confusing, I don't mind questions in any reviews you do, although I may not answer them if you find out in the story later. ;)

Also, about Teague's little mess up with the book. That's more of him being naive to the fact that the Grimorie and Fae Book work the same way. cx

Anyways, I'm gonna go with three reviews to get me working on the next chapter. Sound good? c: So, if you want the update, please review! I generally gauge how interested people are in my stories by the reviews, and then try to update in the order of which has the most reviews, if that makes sense. Basically, the more reviews a story has on a chapter, the quicker I'll try and update it and the sooner on my list.

Thanks guys! I hope you enjoy this story. ;)

~ Dagger