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Chapter 1

I was in a room. It was a large room, each of my footsteps causing an echo to come back to me. I was terrified, and with each step I took towards the light, my terror grew. I could tell I wasn't walking to my own death, rather the death of another. I was just a shadow on the wall, only watching, not knowing what would happen next. Not knowing who could die, and not knowing who would be the one to kill.

I tucked my long blonde hair behind my ear. I stopped suddenly, staring in absolute horror at the thousands of blood red handprints that covered the walls. When my initial shock wore off, I squinted to see the figure standing in the light. It was Granny Relda. No, it wasn't her, only her body, the body that had been taken over by Mirror. That voice was what had given it away. It was a voice I had come to know, a voice I now affiliated with betrayal.

Mirror couldn't see me; he didn't know I was there. I watched as he turned around to face me, looking through me, and at the same time feeling my presence. "I know you're there Starfish. It's so nice of you to stop by. While you're here you should take a seat, and enjoy the show." It was Granny talking to me, but it was not her voice, it was Mirror's.

I looked around wondering what Mirror had invited me to watch, and then I saw it. A crib, the child inside had started to wail. I knew from the sound who the child was, but I was too stunned to even scream. I ran to the child, protective older sister instincts kicking in, and saw the scrunched up, crying face of my little brother, Basil. I tried to pick him up, to comfort my brother, but my hands passed right through him. I tried again with the same result. I was only a shadow, meant only to watch, but never to intervene.

Mirror passed right through me, laughing heinously as he picked up my defenseless brother and brought him to the center of the circle of light. I stood there frozen in panic as the body that used to be my grandmother pulled a dagger out of the folds in her dress with one hand, carelessly holding my brother with the other. I unfroze and charged at Mirror. He only laughed as I went right through. "You'll never get away with this!"I was yelling now, on the verge of begging him to stop. Tears streaked my face as the dagger was pressed into my brother's neck.

"I don't have to do it Sabrina. I won't kill him if you surrender yourself to the Hand."

I was disgusted with him, to think I had trusted him once. I shook my head in confusion, but Mirror didn't see it that way. Somebody was screaming now, I realized it was me, as small beads of blood started to appear at Basil's neck. He had stopped crying, but I hadn't. I was still crying and screaming as I sat bolt upright in bed, covered in my own cold sweat.

I stopped screaming, I was sure I had woken the entire house now, minus Daphne of course. I was still crying though. It was just a bad dream. It was just a bad dream. It was just a bad dream. It was the same thing I had thought to myself every night after waking up from the dream. The same dream came to me every night now. It had just never gotten to the point it had tonight. I had never woken up screaming before; normally I would just calm myself down, fall back asleep, and tell Mom and Dad in the morning. I don't know why I get these dreams; the war is over, the Scarlet Hand is dead and most importantly we have Granny back. I have to say that even I missed all the odd meals she would prepare for us.

I heard the sound of footsteps coming to my room. I had expected that much. Even these days if someone screamed it had to be established that there were no assassins in the house. Considering the house is locked up tighter than Fort Knox, I find it ridiculous, but I found myself craving comfort from another at that moment, and so I decided to be grateful for my family's caution. The first to come through the door was my dad and Puck; both looked annoyed that they hadn't beaten the other there. Mom and Uncle Jake were right on their heels, followed by Granny and a tired looking Red. Daphne, as I had suspected was still asleep. Mom quickly pushed everyone aside, sat down on my bed and pulled me into her embrace. "Was it a nightmare 'Brina?" Mom had whispered it in my ear. I nodded still crying into her shoulder. "Nightmares," I heard her whisper to the family.

Seeing there was no threat Dad, Uncle Jake, Granny, and Red went back to their rooms rubbing their eyes as they went. Puck stayed, a dark shadow in the door frame, but I didn't care, even if he was going to prank me when Mom left. My tears had stopped as had the shaking that came with them. I was still a bit shaken up but I couldn't have been happier when I heard the unmistakable sound of Basil's crying coming from my parent's room. "Go help Dad," I said softly as I untangled myself from her grasp.

Seeing her services as a mother were needed else ware, she got up and walked slowly to the door saying something to Puck as she passed. I could tell from the way she spoke she hadn't wanted me to hear her words to Puck, but I did hear them. I almost groaned at those words. Words that Puck had never been told before, but he had always followed the order. Watch over her. I knew Puck would accept the request, that hadn't been what had surprised me. It was the color coming to his cheeks as he nodded agreement to my mother that surprised me the most and Mom's knowing yet grateful smile as she left, closing the door behind her.

"So…," Puck said nervously. I had never seen him like this before.

"So what, Fairy Boy, I don't need watching over!" He looked hurt. "Sorry," I said honestly.

He had been at the door but now he expanded his pink fairy wings, flew over to where I sat shivering on my bed, and dropped down to sit next to me. Seeing me shiver he pulled the blanket from the end of my bed and wrapped it around my shoulders. Why is he being so kind? Why does he actually look concerned about me? There was most likely a prank coming, I would fall asleep a blonde and wake up with rainbow hair.

He was a great actor, his concern seemed genuine. As I looked into his gorgeo- I mean ugly, yeah totally ugly green eyes, I could tell there would be no prank tonight. He wasn't acting, and it made my heart soar to know he actually cared. Wait what was I thinking, I hated the stupid fairy, I mean it's only right that I would, what with all he's done to me. I just couldn't stop that feeling of warmth that came from being near him though. It's not like I would ever act on these feelings. He would just laugh in my face, I know he would. But I was still confused about Puck blushing when my mom asked him to stay. Why would he blush?

"So, you want to tell me about this dream you keep having?" He asked. Then added so quietly I almost missed it,"No one else will tell me."

I almost felt bad for him. He never did like not being in the loop. "Okay," I replied. I began to tell the events of my dream, and how every night it went on for a bit longer until I finally woke up sweating and sometimes crying. I know I don't normally cry, but these dreams had broken my mind down to mush, and why shouldn't I cry away the horrors of the dream? I was near the end of telling my dream when I started to cry once more. Seeing how upset I had become and knowing how my story would end, Puck wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. His soft words lingered with me as I fell asleep in his arms. Everything will be okay. Basil's fine. I knew he believed what he was saying was true. I knew it was at least half true.

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