Disclaimer: I do not own "The Sisters Grimm". All rights reserved to Michael Buckley.
Chapter 1: The Cause and the Effect
She was crying to herself in the corner of her jail cell.
The same thing she had been doing for many moons since her plans for the future were soiled.
"Stupid peasant!" she cried to herself. Her spider-web gown, once glimmering, beautifully woven, was slowly deteriorating into tatters.
"It was me! I was supposed to be the next queen of Faerie! Not that little scum!"
Once upon a time, Moth had everything a fairy girl could ever ask for. Born to serve as a lady in waiting to Queen Titania, who had always been a second mother to her. Now she could not even let herself look into the eyes of the Queen without hearing the painful echo of her last words, once she was officially sentenced to imprisonment. The memory's echo was stuck in her mind, like glue,
"My lady!" she shouted towards the Queen as the guards tightened their hold on her arms. Titania looked back, her mien was the same as it had been all day—shocked, confused, grief stricken.
Searching for words to say Moth gasped, "I'm so sorry, please forgive me, your like my mother, please!"
Titania's facial expression suddenly changed dramatically, her eyes narrowed, she breathed stiffly and spat to her, "You are no daughter of mine Moth. Take her away,"
"I was only trying to help Puck!" she said to herself. With no one else around, the only option she had was thinking out loud to herself.
"I was trying to save him from the same mistake he made last time when he was…confused and unsure…surely Titania would not want that to happen again!"
Moth then let herself slide to her bottom, to take a break from thinking out loud. It was then that she finally got herself to think about what it was that put herself where she was right now.
First, Titania had been telling her how she finally talked her husband into picking her as Puck's betrothed, which would be announced at the prince's 4,500th birthday celebration.
Then, the day arrived. Traditional festivities of Faerie took place for royal birthday celebrations. She could not stop staring at Puck—her future husband, and the key to her eventual rule over Faerie. He was very unkempt as usual, but nonetheless, she never felt so close to destiny as she did before.
It was then time for the King Oberon to speak, Puck was his heir, and plans for Puck's future were definitely going to be made clear. It all happened when Oberon said, "And now, as future king of Faerie, the prince is obligated to wed the betrothed of his parents' choosing. I will now ask for my son Puck to stand here with me, to meet his betrothed." Puck, who seemed to care more about the food on his plate, than what his father had to say was meet with silence from everyone else. It was not until his younger brother, Mustardseed tapped him on the shoulder that Puck stopped eating and lazily, flew himself to the stage, joining his father. "Puck, Prince of Faerie, blood-heir to the throne, your life will soon be shared with the future Queen of Faerie…Lady Moth,"
Happily she let her wings spring out of her back, as she flew to the stage and joined them. Just as the applause was starting to grow, Puck had turned around to his father and said, "Are you nuts?" met by a gasp, Oberon faced his son angrily, "What. Did. You. Just. Say?"
"Your crazy! There is no way I'm wasting my life being married to anyone!"
"Not unless I say so," he said, starting to corner his son.
"Sorry but I would rather take a dive in a sewage plant than get married,"
Just before he could really explode at Puck, Oberon retained his composure and said, "Puck. I know that having respect for anyone, even me your own father, is not in your nature per se, but if you do not at least do as I say you will regret it!"
Shrugging, the boy said, "Don't think so. I'm better off being the way I am and not being married your highness!"
Those were the last words anyone heard from Puck, as his father immediately had the guards seize him and have him banished from Faerie, to which Oberon shouted back, "Don't even think about getting anywhere near this place or me ever again, weakling! You hear me!"
That was ten years ago. Several months earlier, Puck had returned in need of healing. It had turned out he had been living with the relatives of Veronica Grimm for the past decade. Moth finally had a door opened again to have Puck as her husband. That was until Oberon declared he would banish him once he was back in good health. She knew she had to do something in order for her plans to work again. She had to be quick. She found Cobweb, Oberon's servant, talking with Oberon, and she quickly swiped his potions, and mixed them to create the correct formula for a poison. As she stalled Cobweb, who had put down Oberon's goblet as they were talking, she had her pixie servants pour the elixir in the goblet. Not too long afterward, Oberon was dead. As soon as she could find Cobweb, and bring him to justice, she would have proven herself worthy.
"It was a perfect plan, really," she thought out loud to herself once again. She realized, something. It had been obvious before and all along. That little annoying imp daughter of Veronica Grimm. And Puck had been so stubborn as to pick her as his protector! She was his betrothed, what was he thinking putting all his trust in a filthy human girl!
Moth was tired and ready to leave this cell. She knew just exactly what she was going to do. First she needed to find a way out. Since she had been arrested, her flute had been taken away, so there was no point in trying to get her pixie servants. The guards almost never slept. There were no windows, doors. It was a complete trap.
"How could I be so stupid?" she thought to herself.
They could take away her flute. They could take away her privacy. But up until now, it had not occurred to her that she still had the ability to shape shift. Peeking through the bars, she saw that the guards were probably on a break.
"Guess this disgusting place has been enough to keep me distracted," she told herself in order to have a reason for not doing so months back.
Shifting into a fly, Moth flew out of the bars, out the crack of the door to the basement of a prison. Recognizing her flute on the wall, she changed back fast enough to store it in her sleeve, then changed back. Before she knew it she was out of the basement, out of the Golden Egg, in Manhattan, and then changed her shape to that of a pigeon. Disgusting birds. But the last thing she did need was anyone recognizing her.
Finally she made it to a back alley somewhere in Times Square, and the brightness of the lights was without a doubt way more than enough distraction for her to change shape without anyone noticing. Blowing into her flute for the first time in a long time, her pixie servants, blending perfectly with the surroundings, met her at the ground.
"Servants, find the Grimm family."
After three hours of enjoying her freedom from the confinement of her square jail cell, her pixies returned, having discovered that the Grimms moved back to the city and Sabrina was now a student at Theodore Roosevelt High School. Wait a minute…that imp was eleven when she saw her….
"Servants, how long have I been locked up for?"
Despite her shock over having really been imprisoned for the past three or so years, Moth breathed and knew she needed to carry on with the plan in order to let it work.
"Now servants, find this Theodore Roosevelt High School, then I want you to infiltrate the place and make sure that they know a certain Rhea Farris will be attending this year, and make sure I have EVERY class with that imp!"
As her pixies flew away, Moth's grinned reached every corner of her face.
Finally, that Sabrina Grimm would pay for destroying everything she had in the world.