AN: Finally got an account here! This is my first story, and flames will be laughed at, while constructive criticism is appreciated.

Sabrina/Puck: 12

Red/ Daphne: 8

If anyone wonders, Henry made Veronica and Basil Jr. move back to NY with him. Uncle Jake and Briar are dating (I didn't have the heart to keep her dead) and Bess and Hamstead are in Faerie. The war is still going on, but the Grimm's still have their house. Charming contacts them and tells them if when they need to be at camp.

WARNING: This fic might be a bit dark, and since I have the chapter up, I'll tell you that there is Necromancer-like details to what Sabrina is becoming. This is the only time I'll post a warning, and if you flame or flip out, I'll laugh and point you back to this.

DISCLAIMER: What do you think, smart one?

SPOV:

*Beep, beep, beep.*

"Stupid alarm clock." I muttered, turning the offensive object off, reading that it was 4:00 in the morning.

Why the fudge was my alarm set at four, again?

I forced myself into a sitting position, yawning and being the total non-morning person that I am. A few seconds later, my little sister Daphne burst in and started jumping on my bed. I immediatly felt bad for the tired looking Red trailing behind her. Daphne threw me out of my thought process by yelling, "Wake up Sabrina, we're going to the Golden Egg today-" So that was why "-WAKEUPWAKEUPWAKEUPWAKE-"

I rolled my eyes. 'Daphne will be Daphne.'

"I'm up!"

"Oh, okay! I can't wait till we get there! Then I can see Momma and Mustardseed and-" I shooed her out of my room and went to the bathroom so I could take a shower.

Locking the door behind me, I carefully unscrewed the caps to my shampoo and conditioner and searched for anything different. I wouldn't put it past Fairyboy to put one of his odd 'expiriments' in them.

Don't get me wrong, Puck and I are somehow good friends now, but that doesn't mean that the pranking stopped. It did go down, though, which I am grateful for. After I was satisfied I took my shower. Fifteen minutes later, I brushed my teeth, put on a robe, and was ready to get out of the war zone.

You see, even though Puck and I were 12, (Well, technically Puck was 4,012, but you get what I mean), he still had to be forced to take a bath. Mr. Canis got the wonderful, character-building privilege of hunting Puck down and dragging him to the shower. At least he still had the strength and senses of the Wolf, even though we got rid of it. For some odd reason, that creeped me out.

Gee, I wonder why. (That was sarcasm for all of you smart aleck-impared people.)

I slowly opened the door silently and looked up and down the hallway. The coast was clear. I crept down the hall, being mindful of all the squeaky floorboards. I was halfway to my door when everything went downhill.

I heard Mr. Canis shout "PUCK! GET OVER HERE RIGHT NOW AND I WON'T KILL YOU!"

That sounded like a good trade to me, but apparently Puck had a different opinion. Figures. I watched him bolt down the hall, just about killing him myself when he ducked behind me, trying to hide from the inevitable.

"Puck, what is wrong with you! Just take a bath already!" I whisper-yelled, trying my hardest not to punch him.

"Never!" he replied defiantly as Mr. Canis finally spotted him and made a run for it. That's when Puck started using me as a human shield, which, believe it or not, didn't improve my mood in the least.

I grit my teeth. "Guys, stop it!" They reluctantly obliged.

I turned toward Puck. "Freakbaby, if you don't take a bath, Titania is gonna' freak out, and if she freaks out, she is going to make you stay in Faerie, and do you know what happens then?" He looked at me with bored curiosity and shook his head.

"Well, if that happens, you will NEVER EAT GRANNY'S FOOD AGAIN! MUA-HA-HA-HA!"

I must add that, though it was out of character for me, I did the evil laugh very well.

Titania had it in her head that I could make Puck take a bath once in awhile. Not Granny, or Daphne, or even Mr. Canis. Me. If Titania didn't think Puck was healthy, happy, or safe (ha), she would make him move back to Faerie.

Puck looked absolutley mortified as he ran into the bathroom yelling, "The horrors!"

Mr. Canis stared at me wearily. "How… did…you…?" He trailed off, unable to finish the sentance.

I smiled sympathetically. "You just have to know his weaknesses and use them against him."

"That's right!" Daphne said cheerfully from behind me, making me jump. Jeez, that kid could be ninja-like when she wanted to. "You just have to have his mom involved and Granny's food."

I rolled my eyes. 'I taught that kid too well.' I shook off the suprise and went into my room, changing into a simple blue t-shirt and jeans with my black combat boots.

The last thing I put on was my bracelet, which I'd had almost since birth. It was something my mom gave me, and there was a kick-butt sword charm with an inscription on it- 'ζωή του Θανάτου.' I have no idea what it said or what language it was, but I always wore the bracelet.

As I walked past the bathroom door I heard Daphne screaming. Panicked, I pounded on the door. "Daph, are you okay?" I asked, ready to take the door down.

"There's a giant spider in here! Kill it, kill it!" I sighed and rolled my eyes. Apparently my sister's definition of a giant spider is different than mine. My definition is a spider that is big enough to eat me, while her's is a spider the size of her thumbnail. I can't really blame her though. She's been terrified of insects ever since the one foster-care partent, Mr. Jones. He had an unhealthy obsession and hoarding problem when it came to the huge and nasty bugs.

"Are you ready?" I asked "Cause we'll probably have to leave soon."

She smiled. "I can't wait!" We walked downstairs while she lectured me on bugs and their 'uber-grossness.'

You might be wondering why we were going to the Golden Egg and why I was in a somewhat good mood (well, for me, anyway). Well, Titania wanted to see her son at least once every two months, since Oberon wasn't there to argue with her about it. I was happy because whenever we went, we would stay for a few days, usually a week or so, and I'd get to play while Bess preformed.

I played a large variety of instruments, but the guitar was my favorite. I also did backup singing, something that Bess insisted on. Also something I wasn't exactly overjoyed about. It wasn't that I had a bad voice, the opposite actually. According to Bess, I had a great voice, prefect pitch, and all that jazz. Don't get me wrong, I loved music, but I wasn't exactly fond of standing out.

After refusing breakfast and amusedly watching Puck try to eat without getting himself dirty, we were on the road, heading for Faerie.

And so ends chapter one/prologue/thingy! This chapter was boring, but remember, it's a prologue/thingy.

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