A.N. : I apologize for typo's. If you have any idea's or suggestions, please feel free to message me, as well as any questions you may have. I will be finishing my other stories soon, or at least adding new chapters, just trying to write them up in the best way I can. Writers block -_-' Anyways, enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: Don't own the movie or characters, goes for future chapters.

It had been weeks since she last heard from Dawn. Her father just assured her that it was Dawn being Dawn, that they had probably stopped by everything, letting her roam through and pick flowers, talk to everyone, and every cute boy she came across. She new Dawn was social, but she also knew she didn't break promises, especially ones that she was to contact her every few days. It had gone 3 weeks, and her father didn't seemed worried at all, just told her to wait, the time would come when her sister would be home again. She left her room and made her way down to the council room. She heard voices on the other side of the door, she leaned against it listening to the conversation going on.

"Why are we not telling her? Shouldn't she know about her sister?" One of the elders was speaking, she wasn't sure who it was though, to her, they all sounded the same. They were old men, with long white hair and beards, always debating everything.

"We will not be telling her. Knowing Marianne, she would go in blind with no aid. No, we keep this amongst ourselves." With that she burst through the doors, she stared the King down, her wings twitched with her annoyance.

"Marianne! This is a meeting. Yo-"

"Where. Is. She." She glared around the room, though they all looked away from her, careful not to meet her gaze, finally settling on her father. "Father. Tell me now."

"Marianne… Dear, she is fine, I assure you." She made her way around the giant table, arms crossed. Meeting eye level with her father.

"Where." Her wings were now making a clacking noise, her anger was rising, they all knew the sign. They stared at each for a couple moments before he sighed.

"We hear she is in the Dark Forest."

"How?" He gave her a look that pleaded with her, but she only raised an eyebrow. She played this game very well.

"She dipped out of site from her guards, they searched for her and they managed to catch a glimpse of her wings heading into the Dark Forest." She slammed her fist into the table, her voices raising.

"And they didn't go after her! It's their job to protect her!" His ears dropped. His voice low and pleading.

"Marianne, if they had followed her, there would be a potential start of a war. We are trying to send someone out to negotiate. It's just going to take time." He reached for her, but she only moved away. She looked at them all, they were old, they didn't want to fight or at least lost the will to. Without a word she fled out of the room, heading through the castle, into her room. Slamming the doors she looked around. Ever since Roland she knew her way around a sword, she was probably better than most soldiers they had. She quickly changed out of the light purple dress she had on and made her way to the large closest. Throwing on her rose tank top, black leggings and mid calf boots. She quickly wrapped her hands, one almost appeared to be a glove the other was just a simple wrap. She attached her sword to her hip, glancing around she gave a soft sigh, jumping out her window she let her wings glide her down, making her way out of the village below. It took her half the day to make it to the edges forest. She landed a little ways making sure not to step foot into the Dark Forest just yet. It would be the second time she stepped foot in it. She shook her head, refusing to recall the brief moment she had before. She glanced up and saw that the primroses were blooming once again, though most of the flowers were torn apart or dead. Taking a deep breath she lifted into the air once more, making her way quickly and as quietly as her wings could.

After what seemed like hours, a large stump came into view, though it was giving off a soft glow. Stopping on a branch she watched below. It looked like an entrance, a large skull was both bridge and entrance. She cursed to herself, realizing she knew nothing about the Dark Forest, or the castle? She studied it, goblins were coming in and out, there was plenty of shouting going on. She leapt from the branch, making sure she kept close to the branches, attempting to hide herself. When she got close enough, she dove down towards the empty moat, landing she looked up and waited. It didn't appear as though anyone saw her. She walked around, looking for a tunnel or back entrance that might have been forgotten. She had made it almost half way around when she saw a small hole, clearing it from the few branches and weeds she peered in. It looked as though it was a tunnel leading straight in, to where she didn't know. She shook her head as she climbed in. She didn't like the confinement, or the fact she couldn't use her wings at a moments notice. She was growing more anxious as she kept crawling through the dirt. Finally she saw a dim light, when she reached it she waited. Listening. Her long ears twitched and she tilted her head to the right, she heard sobbing. Quickly she climbed out and ran, glancing in each cell before moving to the next. Finally she saw a small figure hunched over and shaking.

"Dawn!" The small figure spun and ran to the bars, grasping her hands. Tears streaked her eyes, her blonde tussled hair had dirt and twigs in it. She cupped her sisters face. "What happened?"

"I-I…. It was Roland…. He came out of no where. There, there were some soldiers with him. He threw me into the forest and goblins found me. I-I tried to tell them….. They didn't listen! I'm so sorry Marianne!" Her sister began sobbing again. She glanced around, looking at the bars, they looked old, with the right amount of force she could pry it open. "Marianne you have to go. The King… he won't listen… Please…" She let go of her sister, unsheathing her sword and began working on the hinges.

"I'm not leaving you Dawn." The first hinge popped out, she moved to the second one, she had to bring down force, flapping her wings vigorously to give her any extra strength. Finally the hinge popped off, the gate falling into the cell. She grabbed Dawns hand, pushing her through the small tunnel she came in.

"Move, fast, they heard that." They crawled as fast as they could, reaching the end, she looked at her sisters wings for the first time. They were soaked. For their wings, it would be nearly impossible for her to fly. She paced, she could carry her, but then she couldn't wield her sword properly, unless she hung off to the side, though she didn't think Dawn could hold on that long. Maybe if they got to a branch far enough, then she could carry her properly. It was worth a shot.

"Dawn, wrap your hands around my neck, it's going to be an awkward flight, but I need to be able to hold my sword until we're far enough." Dawn just nodded and wrapped her arms around her neck. She brought her arm around her sisters waist, holding as tight as her arm could and lurched up into the sky as fast as she could. She glanced down and noticed the goblins were running full force out of the castle chasing after them. "Hold on!" She made her wings flap harder and faster as they tried to make their way through the forest, it was then she saw a shadow moving fast, closing in on them. She landed and pushed Dawn behind her, readying her sword just in time for it to meet a blade, it was attached to a large staff. She looked up, her eyes going wide to what was standing before her. The creature was definitely taller than her, it's features were pointed and it was covered in chitin, the fingers were like talons, gripping the staff, she looked back up to its face, the piercing blue eyes met hers.

"What are you doing taking my prisoner?" His voice was menacing and deep, there was a hint of an accent, but she couldn't quite place it. She gripped her sword tighter and pushed his staff away, she raised her wings as though to put up a wall between her and Dawn.

"I, am taking her home." Her voice came out angrier and harsher than she expected, though she didn't mind it. He laughed at her before swinging at her again, though she blocked with more determination this time.

"She is my prisoner, you can not take her as you wish. She is a Princess who trespassed, I will deal with her as I see fit." She lurched at him, her wings slightly lifting her above the ground reaching his eye level.

"She is MY sister, and she is going home!" He raised an eyebrow at her, his grin revealing sharp pointed teeth.

"A Princess who can hold a sword? I figured the King would send an army, not a little girl." She snarled at him, kicking him in the chest, flipping back and grabbing her sister before taking off again. Dawn clutched to her as she maneuvered around the forest, not exactly sure where she was going. She didn't bother glancing behind her it would just slow her down. She begged her wings to go faster, finally she saw the light through the thorny bushes. She was about to land when she felt a hand on her ankle, without thinking she threw dawn into the light as she was lurched back, her sword fell out of her grip from the force of her back hitting the thing behind her. An arm was tightly gripped around her, she peered up to see the King looking down at her, anger was written over his features, but she only grinned. Looking back she saw Dawn standing at the edge, watching with tears in her eyes as she screamed for her. Marianne managed to yell one thing before she felt something on the back of her head, and her vision blacked out, her senses disappearing and her body becoming limp.

"RUN!"

-x- Fairy Kingdom Castle - Dawn & King

Dawn trembled as the few maid helped her make her way to the Council room, she was cold, her wings were slowly drying but not enough that she would try to fly just yet. The doors opened and revealed her father at the far end of the large table surround by the 11 council members. They all stopped talking as they watched Dawn enter the room. The king ran to her and embraced her, she hugged him for a quick moment before pushing him away.

"Why did only Marianne come get me?" Her father stared at her, confused.

"Dear, we have been discussing how to get you home for almost 6 hours! I thought Marianne was in her room. Where is she?" Dawn's eyes filled with tears again.

"The Bog King has her. She, she, she th-threw me into the kingdom just as he grabbed her." She started to sob again, shaking as her father brought her into an embrace. They stood there for a moment, he thought about what to do then an idea hit him.

"Send Roland. Give him what ever he requires. Tell him he rides out in the morning." Dawn pushed back, shocked.

"Father! You can't send Roland! He's the one who did this!"

"What are you talking about?" Just then Roland and a bunch of men burst into the room, blood dripping from their swords.

-x- Dark Forest Castle - Marianne

Groaning as she tried to move her head. Pain shot up her spine as she lifted herself. Opening her eyes her vision was blurring at first, black spots covering everything. Blinking a couple times it finally cleared. Looking around she saw she was in the dungeon. It was dark and cold, nothing like the Fairy Castle. Shivering, she willed herself to stand, only to wince in pain again as her ankle gave out. Grasping onto the bed before she fully fell. Sitting she looked down, taking off her boot, there was a large dark purple bruise forming around her left ankle and down to the top of her foot. It didn't feel broken, just terribly sprained. She slipped her boot back on carefully and took a deep breath, carefully she made her way to the door. There was a small barred window, she went to open her wings but she suddenly realized they were heavy, looking to her side she reached out to her wings, they were soaked. She tried lifting them, fluttering them, anything, but it just caused her to hiss in pain. She punched the door, hard, leaving a small dent in the wood. Anger flared through her, she was hoping Dawn made it make, she was hoping her father would send someone, anyone to come. She made her way to the far wall, she inched her way down the wall, careful not to put much weight on her foot. When she was finally settled she kept her eyes glued to the door. There was light coming from underneath the door and through the small window.

She wasn't sure how long she sat there, but the pain in her ankle became unbearable. She started to clench her jaw and grind her teeth. She even found a sharp rock and began digging it into her hand, trying to find some other way to take her mind off the pain. Though after awhile, it stopped working. She then dug harder, blood was dripping from her hand, heavier each time she dug in. Her ears twitched as she heard footsteps coming. The door opened but she didn't bother to look up, just kept digging the rock into her hand, hissing in pain as she was sure she was reaching bone. Suddenly her hand was lurched away, dropping the rock, she looked up to see the King kneeling in front of her, confusion on his face.

"Now why would a Princess purposely harm herself?" His eyes narrowed but she just stared at him. He dropped her hand and stepped back, accidentally brushing against her foot, causing her to contain a scream, but her fist slammed into the stone floor, making a hard smack that echoed on the walls. He knelt again, this time looking from her foot to her face. He reached out to her ankle only for her to lurch it towards her chest, this time she yelped, not realizing how hard she yanked. Tears pricked her eyes but she didn't will them to fall. She dug her thumb into her right hand, causing more blood to fall. He grabbed her wrist again, only this time is wasn't as harsh. "Your ankle yes?" She gave him a quick nod. Afraid her voice would give away the true amount of pain she was in. His long taloned hand reached her mid calf, the other slowly lifting off her boot, revealing the now almost blackened foot. His fingers were gentle as they moved her foot around as carefully as they could. He looked up at her and gestured to her leggings. "May I?" She gave a slow nod this time, curiosity peaked her interest. Slowly he lifted her legging, the bruise made its way up, fading just below mid calf. Swallowing she found the courage to speak.

"It's not broken." Her voice came out low and harsh, he glanced up at her.

"I, it is not, but, it is dislocated. I must put it back in place."

"Fuck…" She hadn't mean for that to be heard, but he now fully looked at her giving a soft chuckle.

"I did not know Princesses swore." She rolled her eyes at him.

"Can you just…." She gestured to her foot. Not liking what was going to happen next. He looked at her shocked.

"Do you want something to hold onto? Bite on? It will hurt." She balled her hands into fists glaring at him.

"Just do it." He sighed at her. Without warning or counting he popped it back into place. A blood curdling scream ripped from her, she slammed her fist into the floor again. Her breathing quickened for a couple moments before she managed to slow it down again. She opened her eyes which now felt heavy, he was watching her.

"What." It came out bitter, but he didn't laugh.

"I expected you to pass out. Or at least cry. Just surprised me is all." This time she chuckled.

"I've lost the will to cry long ago." She attempted to stand, leaning against the wall, he stood with her, still watching her every movement. Taking a deep breath she took a step forward, only it gave out on her, pain shooting up her leg. She swore under her breath again as he helped her sit back on the bed. Her hands gripped the edge as she stared down at her feet. Anger surged through her, it was the first time she felt helpless in 2 years. She met his gaze, her eyes sent daggers at him, making him raise an eyebrow. She spoke through her teeth. "My wings."

"Ah, It is to make sure you can not fly out should you escape. A precaution if you will." She nodded her head, that was smart actually, but she wouldn't say that out loud.

"Would you be willing to make a deal?" He cocked his head to the side. "You keep my wings wet," She shuddered inwardly at the idea, wet wings were dangerous, if they got to heavy they could rip, meaning she would never fly again. "I get to go to the Infirmary." He gave a slight nod of approval.

"Not only good with a sword, but a smart Princess. Very rare." Anger flared through her again, but she maintained it as best as she could.

"I know the dangers of wet wings, but I also know the dangers of an untreated wound, even if just a bruise."

"Alright Princess, you have a deal."

She then snapped, lifting herself off the bed, facing him she was about to swing when the pain shot up her leg, she felt herself falling as her vision went black.