Don't care about AN right now. Sorry. By the way, though I didn't intend to at first, I changed my mind and turned this into a poem. Use any character you want.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sisters Grimm.

Dreams.
If only she had those anymore.
All she has now are nightmares.
People dying.
People suffering.
The Scarlet Hand winning.
But...at the same time,
she does dream.
She dreams
of making a difference.
And because she wants to,
she will.
Because that's who she is;
that's what she does.
It's also what the Grimms do.