The Sisters Grimm: An Untold Fairy Tale
Prologue
"They're getting away!" shouted one of the many guards as they ran to catch the escapees. Several guards followed him as he ran down the hall towards the explosion. Three girls stood in the middle of the flames, their black, brown, and blond heads lowered.
"They're just a couple of kids," muttered a female guard, lowering her gun. The three girls raised their heads. Their green, blue, aquamarine, and violet eyes were full of hate and rage, leaving no room for remorse as they raised their hands high, muttering a spell under their breath. The girl with raven hair threw bolts of lightning at the guards, the yellow-haired girl threw fire balls at them, and the brunette threw daggers of ice. They did not seem phased or sad when they had killed all the guards but one. The raven-haired girl, apparently the eldest of the three, picked him up off the ground by the collar of his uniform.
"Tell his Majesty that we are checking ourselves out," she snarled. The guard nodded, afraid for his life, running as fast as he could as soon as the girl threw him to the ground. The girls made their way to the courtyard outside the asylum, killing or severely injuring any guards that came near them. The King watched as they fought their way to the courtyard.
'Of course,' he thought bemusedly. 'They decided to break out. How original.' He followed the girls with his yellow eyes, appearing bored until he noticed that they were making their way to the portal that led to the rest of Grimm.
"Where does that portal empty out?!" the King roared at his body guard.
"To the Dark Forest, My Lord," the body guard stammered. The King leaped from his chair and ran to the balcony.
"Close the portal!" he ordered. "Don't let them escape!" The girls turned their attention to him and flew up to the balcony. His body guard was flung into the wall, leaving him defenseless. For some reason he couldn't move, not from fear, but as if something was keeping him there by force. The girls were using their mind powers on him.
"You will not stop us from leaving here," hissed the raven-haired girl.
"We will tell everyone in Grimm what you have done to us," whispered the blond.
"And you will be hated just as much as you made everyone hate us," the brunette growled. The three girls flew through the portal and were gone. The King collapsed on the ground, feeling relieved, but still frightened. He knew that the girls were powerful and that they could kill him easily.
"Bring me all the information we have on them," he ordered his scribe as he made his way back to his throne. The scribe scurried from the room. Fifteen minutes later he returned pushing a cart with three very large volumes on it. One was white, one was black, and one was brown. All three of them were just as big as the scribe.
"The black book is their records from the asylum," the scribe explained in his high-pitched, squeaky voice. "The brown is the town record of the number of times and ways they saved the Lands of Grimm. And the white one is their records from Grimm Orphanarium, written by Mr. Crooked himself." At the mention of the old man's name, the King became very interested.
"Let me read that one," he ordered. The mouse handed the lion the white book. "I want to know everything there is to know about their childhood." He opened the book and began to read.