[A/N]: I will put the age of the characters at the beginning of the chapter in which they first appear.
ALSO: In my story, Briar was revived by a magical item that was discovered in the Hall of Wonders after Mirror and the Scarlet Hand were defeated. For now she isn't a major character, but I was always a fan of hers, so it is likely that she will have a more developed role as the story progresses.

Sabrina= 17

Disclaimer: I do not own the Sisters Grimm

Chapter 1:

Struggles

Every addict knows that the easier it is to access your drug of choice, the harder it is to get clean. Boy, did Sabrina Grimm know it. Living with a magic addiction was complicated enough, it didn't help at all that she was surrounded by a plethora of miscellaneous magic objects in her own home. Though she tried to convince her family that she could control herself, she wasn't even sure if she believed herself. Whenever she had a little, she just wanted more. It was like an unhealthy lust. Magic was her toxic lover. No matter how much pain it caused her or those around her, she couldn't live without it. She constantly craved the rush.

The shivers that shot down her spine when she came into contact with it.

The tingling sensation that crawled through her entire body.

The weightlessness and pure relaxation.

The indescribable rush.

A high like no other.

Her family did their best to shield her from the objects. They kept most objects out of sight, and made sure to store them when she wasn't looking, just to make sure that she wouldn't easily find them. The greatest temptation was the Hall of Wonders. It always had been, even though she had lost her taste for her random visitations after the family discovered that her friend Mirror was the Master of the Scarlet Hand. Their solution was locking the room, and making sure she didn't have access to the key.

No matter how hard they tried, all of their attempts were rather futile. What could anybody expect though? After all, the family business was solving crimes in the Everafter community. More often than not, these crimes dealt with theft of magical objects. After the Scarlet Hand had been defeated, and the Great Everafter War came to its conclusion, Sabrina had suffered severe withdrawal. They had won the war with magical swords and enchanted objects, but for Sabrina the struggle continued much longer. The road to recovery was long and hard. It took three years of gradually weaning her off of magic use, and daily therapy sessions to rid her of her physical addiction. There was no way to cure her of her mental desire for it. She still longed for it. That longing would always be a part of her.

After those three years, Sabrina actually had it easy for some time. She went through periods where she could go for weeks without so much as a thought about magic. Though most of this had to do with the fact that she immersed herself in schoolwork constantly, and during the summer she had taken up working at Sacred Grounds beside her aunt Briar. All of these activities helped distract her enough to keep her sane despite being surrounded by magic, and for the most part, it worked pretty well.

Of course nothing in Sabrina's life could remain easy for long.

It seemed like the universe was constantly trying to test her.

Something always had to complicate her life.

Sure enough, one night, just after she turned 17, life got difficult… again.

She remembered the night vividly. After all, it happened just a few months ago. She sure hadn't seen it coming. She didn't even realize what had happened until after the fact. She was still shocked that it had happened in the first place. She relived the event in her head every day and couldn't believe her own opinions on it. When she looked at the situation logically, she knew that she should wish it hadn't happened, or that she should want to go back and change it. She also knew that there was nothing logical about emotions, and, unfortunately, those seemed to dominate her actions frequently.

She sighed.

No matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise, she knew deep down, that, given the opportunity, she wouldn't change a thing.

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