Hey, the first chapter turned out pretty well! I'm really glad!

I hope this chapter satifies you! It's not the best, and it seems slightly rushed, but I hope you guys will like it!

I don't own the Sisters Grimm, Romeo and Juliet, or... *pauses* Can I say I own the story?


Outside, the day was bright and sunny. The sky was crystal, and the small village of Ferryport was calm, and peaceful. One might have mistaken it for an ordinary village.

"Stop! Let my daughter go!"

A young girl was thrown to the ground at the feet of a man, dressed in the clothes of the Royal Guards.

"Stop it!" the woman cried. "Stop it! You're hurting her!"

"Silence!" the man snapped to the woman, before yanking the young girl up by the hair. He gave her a nasty smile. "You know why you're being treated like scum, don't you?"

The girl's eyes were full of fear. "No, I don't," she managed to whimper.

"Because you ARE scum!" he bellowed in her face. "You have been accused of treason, of plotting against our great ruler!"

The girl tried to shake her head, but winced in pain, seeing as the man was still clutching her hair. "What proof do you have of this?" she cried. By now, a crowd had gathered around, looks of horror and sympathy going across their faces. Of course, no one dared step forward to help.

He smiled darkly. "Enough to send you to the dungeon." He signaled to two men who were wearing similar clothes. "Men! Take her away!"

In the crowd, a small hooded girl was staring at the ground, smiling slightly. She reached into her pocket with one hand, and, with her other, blew into a small whistle that no one else seemed to have heard.

"There's your signal," she said quietly.

Without warning, a great dog leapt from the crowd, tackling one of the guards who had stepped forward. With a cry of shock, the crowd instinctivly moved back, sensing danger.

"Someone!" the man barked. "Get that mutt, and the girl!"

"Picking on the innocent?" a voice called. "Really, Nottingham. The poor girl looks terrified. You should know better."

The crowd looked up. Not far away, a young man stood. There was nothing much about him. He wore regular clothes, like any man. Boots, pants, and a long-sleeved shirt with a vest. The only thing remarkably odd about him was the sword he wore at the hip and the large, blue mask covering half his face.

"The Blue Phoenix," the people whispered, their excitement growing. "He's appeared again!"

For months, their masked hero had saved them more than once. The people were thankful...

...but Nottingham was not.

"Ha! I see you decided to turn yourself in, you wretch!" Nottingham sneered, drawing a dagger from his belt.

The masked man ran a hand through his hair. "Oh, I thought you would've learned by now," he sighed. "Too bad. Looks like I'm going to have to teach you another lesson...another day. As for now..."

The man drew his sword, pointing it in Nottingham's direction.

"The name is Blue Phoenix," he said, sounding haughty. "And I'm going to kick your sorry self out of Ferryport."

Snarling, Nottingham raced towards him, dagger raised high above his head.

The girl in the crowd reached into a pocket of her cloak and produced a small bag. Opening it, she tossed it on the ground, scattering small marbles before Nottingham. Before he had the chance to backtrack, he managed to step on one.

CRACK!

The small marble he stepped on exploded. Following its suit, the others began to spark, too, causing Nottingham to jump up and down, trying to avoid getting scorched by the sparks.

The dog ran to the young man's side, panting. He smiled and patted the dog on the head, before racing over to the girl, who was being dragged away by the two men.

"Hey, let her go!" he yelled.

One of the guards let her go. "Take her away," the guard said to the other man, before drawing his own sword.

"I don't have time for this."

He raised his sword, blocking the sword. It continued like this for a few minutes, before his eyes widened in recognition.

"Hey! I remember you!" he cried, grinning. "I knocked you in the river last week!"

The guard snarled and swung his sword wildly. "I'll kill you, Blue Phoenix!"

He ducked, avoiding the wild swing and hitting the man with the butt of his sword. "Just Phoenix will be okay," he said, before kicking the sword out of the man's hands.

The girl in the crowd sighed. "Honestly," she muttered. Returning her attention back to Nottingham, she frowned as she noticed the sparks dying out. They had to wrap this up, and quickly.

Pulling out a large black stick from another pocket, she aimed it at the guard the Pheonix was battling, taking caution not to be seen. "Gimmie some wind," she muttered.

A sudden gust of wind burst from the tip, knocking the man Phoenix was battling off his feet. The boy in blue, confused, looked at the crowd, until his eyes locked with the girl's. She jerked her head to one side, mouthing: Run.

The boy jumped to the side as the guard attempted to stab him. "Hey, Nottingham!" he yelled. "Try and catch me!"

Just like a little kid, the girl thought, annoyed. This had been going on for months. Honestly, it was like she was the mature one (which she wasn't).

The boy took off in a run, the guards hot on his heels. Gritting her teeth, the girl burst from the crowd, following him.

The boy raced through the market, looking around carefully. She has to be around here somewhere...

There.

"Snow!" he cried, grabbing the woman by the arm and dragging her along.

"H-Hey!" the woman, Snow, cried, before sighing in relief. "Oh, it's you. I thought you were someone else."

"Who else would it be?" he grumped back. "I couldn't let you get trampled back there! Not with them chasing me."

"Evan!" she hissed. "Do you know...do you know how dangerous it is, playing these games? And where's your sister?"

Evan looked back, his eyes narrowed. "It's not a game," he snapped. "I'm trying to protect people."

Just then, the voices of the guards started to holler at each other:

"Get him!"

"Kill him!"

"I'll have his head!"

Snow gave him a dry look. "It seems they don't agree."

Evan shrugged. "Whatever."

They made a sharp turn to the right, going for the least crowded streets they could find.

"You're heading for the cliffs!" the woman hissed. "And we have to wait for your sister! She's probably chasing after you right now!"

That made him stop cold. "Daphne..."

"Ha! Caught you!"

Whipping their heads around, they were met with the sight of a dozen guards.

"You're not escaping this time," one of them sneered.

"We've got them cornered!" another jeered. "The cliffs are just ahead!"

"And he took such a pretty woman with him," another guard said, sighing. "Looks like we'll have to escort her home after this ordeal..."

Snow curled her lip. "What do we do?" she whispered.

The boy watched the guards carefully. His hand automatically went to his sword, but he knew he would never be able to fight them off all at once. And Snow could fight, but without a weapon, she was defenseless.

"We run," was Evan's responce, before they turned and broke off into a run.


Not far off, in a large mansion, a young boy sat, sprawled on the couch, his head tilted at an odd angle.

"Really," the boy sitting next to him sighed, souding tired. "You could do something useful."

The boy sat up and rolled his neck, hearing satisfying cricks. "Like what? All I'm doing is being cooped up in this place. I can't even go outside."

"Well, you could study."

The first boy snorted with laughter. "You're not serious. I'm bored, not desperate."

"Puck...it's your fault for sneaking out last night."

"Mustardseed," Puck said, mimicking the other boy in a high-pitched voice. "It's your fault for not having a bit of fun. Besides, I've been sneaking out since I was a toddler. What makes this so special?"

Mustardseed sighed. "You did throw that...glop grenade, as you call it, at our Aunt."

"Hey," Puck sniffed, glaring at his younger brother. "You know as well as I do that she deserved it."

His brother's mouth quirked slightly, as though fighting off a smile. "You really should consider doing those lessons, though."

Puck got off the couch, groaning. "You know I'm allergic to work!"

"That's ridiculous."

"You've seen it happen before!" Puck argued, walking over to the window and looking out. "I just want to go out, and take in a breath of fresh..."

His voice trailed off as his eyes fixed on something outside.

"What's wrong?" Mustardseed asked.

"The guards," Puck replied. "It looks like Nottingham's party." His lips formed a thin line. It was no secret that he and the guard had no love to lose, and the boy enjoyed tormenting the Head Guard as much as he could. "It looks like they're chasing someone."

Mustardseed joined him by the window, looking out. "They're headed for the cliffs. They'll be cornered within minutes."

Puck smirked. "I say we help them."

The younger boy shot his brother a glare. "Now is not the time to mess around with Nottingham. We can't interfere with the arrest of criminals."

"But Nottingham declares innocent people criminals all the time," his brother argued. "Besides, if I help these people, not only am I annoying Nottingham, but I'm doing a good deed for those people."

Mustardseed opened his mouth, before closing it again. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Puck," he said, his tone full of warning.

"Oh, come on!" his older brother cried. "What's the harm in it?"

Before Mustardseed could reply, Puck had already opened the window and was standing on the windowsill. "You coming?" he said to his brother, before large, pink-streaked wings came out of his back. Without giving his brother a chance to answer, he had already taken off, flying in the direction he had seen the criminals run in.


"We're trapped."

Evan ran a hand through his hair, glancing back. It was only a matter of time before the guards came into view. "I realized that, Snow," he said, sounding irritated.

Snow White played with her dark hair. Evan noticed that even when she was distressed, the woman was still very beautiful.

An Everafter thing, he decided, being the most beauitful woman alive for more than three centuries or so.

"They won't be happy, you know," she warned him. "They told you about not playing any more games."

"This isn't a game!" Evan snapped. "I'm really helping people. If they can't understand that—"

"I'm sure they do," Snow said gently. She looked over the cliff. "I wish your sister were here. She would be able to help us."

A wave of guilt waved through him. Evan put a hand to his mask, tempted to take it off. Instead, he tapped it, trying to think. "Daphne will forgive me. I know she will."

"That depends if you're not thrown in prision!" Snow argued. "We have to find a way out of here."

"Can't you do that weird trick you do with your large stick?" Evan asked.

"It's called a bo staff! And I don't have anything that can serve as a proper replacement," Snow retorted.

There was a dark chuckle. "So, you've finally been caught, Phoenix."

For months, he had eluded them. For months, he had worn the mask of the Blue Pheonix. And during those months, the Head Guard, Nottingham, had been chasing after him.

The end of the Blue Phoenix? Evan was starting to question that.

"I'd rather die than let you take me," he stated as more of Nottingham's men appeared.

The Head Guard sneered. "That can be arranged."

Evan drew his sword. "Try me."

Nottingham drew his sword and smirked. "Today marks the day I end your crimes, Blue Phoenix."

"Crimes?" Evan asked innocently. "What crimes?"

With a snarl, Nottingham lunged at him. Swiftly, Evan parried his attack, the sharp clang of metal hitting metal echoing through the air. Evan gritted his teeth and glared at him, putting as much force as he could. Before he could do anything, however, Nottingham released his sword and kicked the boy in the shin.

"Ow!" Evan instinctivly grabbed his shin, dropping his sword "That's cheating!"

"There are no rules to justice!" Nottingham declared. Withdrawing a dagger, he slashed at Evan, who managed to miss, but not without getting a cut on his cheek.

"Ev—Phoenix!" he heard Snow cry. Without a weapon, he knew, she was unable to help.

He backed away, stopping when Snow put a hand over his shoulder. Looking behind him, he realized he was only a step away from falling off the cliff. He carefully grabbed his sword, making sure that they weren't about to attack as he retreieved it.

"Any last words?" Nottingham sneered.

Before Evan had the chance to reply, he heard someone say, "Nope! Not today!" and grab him and pull him off the cliff.

Letting out a howl, Evan attempted to fight back before realizing that he wasn't falling to his death. Instead, he was...floating?

No. He was flying.

"For a guy, you sure are light," the voice from before remarked.

Evan craned his neck to look at his rescuer, only succeeding in looking at his chin. Turning his head, he saw Snow being carried by a boy with large, pink wings.

Everafters, he thought instantly.

He landed on the ground with a muffled THUMP. Snow landed a bit more gracefully, landing directly on her feet.

"I believe the words you're searching for are 'thank you'," the same voice said, sounding amused.

He finally got a good look at his rescuer. He was around his age, with messy blonde hair and dark green eyes. The only thing off about him were the large wings, and his clothes, which strongly resembled...

"Noblemen?" Snow asked, echoing Evan's thoughts.

The boy who carreid Evan cocked an eyebrow. "Why do you sound surprised?"

"Why did you help us?" Evan inturrupted, narrowing his eyes. His guard was up, something he let the noblemen know as he gripped his sword tighter.

"Because," the boy said innocently, "it was the right thing to do."

The younger boy snorted. "Please."

Evan rolled his eyes, sheathing the sword and turning on his heel. "Thanks," he said shortly. "I could've handled it on my own."

"Ha!" the first boy laughed. "Nottingham would've thrown you in the dungeon, or he would've kiled you! And I hate to think what his men would do to your friend here."

Snow pursed her lips.

Evan turned his head, glaring at the boy. "I didn't need any help from you," he said coldly. Without another word, he turned abruptly and walked away.

"You're welcome, whoever you are!" the boy shouted after him.

Evan glanced back. "Who I am doesn't matter. To my family, I am someone. To the people of Ferryport Landing, I am the Blue Phoenix."


"What an annoying boy!" Evan huffed. "Honestly, thinking he's so great for saving our hides. I ought to teach him a lesson!"

"You're so melodramatic," Snow sighed.

Evan puffed out his cheeks in annoyance. "So what if I am? That guy was way more dramatic than me." He let out a huff. "At least I don't have to deal with Granny or Canis right now. That's the last thing I need."

"No, but your sister will be here soon, I'm sure," Snow told him. "Canis will be back in a few hours, probably."

"Oh, great," Evan groaned. He fell on his bed, letting out a grunt of pain as he felt a sting on his cheek.

Snow noticed the blood. "Let me clean that up."

"It's nothing," he protested.

"Evan," Snow warned. "Let me clean it."

With a sigh, the boy stood up and removed the mask. Blinking his blue eyes, he sat on a small chair near Snow. "Clean ahead."

The woman went to a nearby shelf to grab some bandaged. "Evan," she said after a few moments of silence. "Have I ever told you the story of when a special set of parents spent time to pick their child's name?"

Only a million times.

"Nope!" he responded cheerfully.

"Well, I'm going to tell it to you," Snow responded, smiling. "A long time ago, two parents had just found out that the mother, Veronica, was pregnant with a baby. Of course, they weren't sure if the baby was going to be a boy or a girl, so one day, they sat in their bedchambers, deciding on names. For a boy, they decided, they would name him Jacob, or Basil.

"The problem, however, was a girl's name. They couldn't agree on a single one. Finally, the mother made one suggestion. 'Juliet!' she had cried. 'If it's a girl, let's name her Juliet!'"

Snow dabbed at the boy's cheek, wiping off some blood. "The father, however, didn't like the idea. They argued for a few minutes, before Henry—the father— asked Veronica, 'Why Juliet?'

"'So that way, she'll find her Romeo!' Veronica had said. Henry turned so purple with rage that he almost looked like an eggplant. He couldn't even fathom the thought of any daughter of his meeting her one true love that day."

Snow placed a bandage carefully on the wound, smiling at her work. Evan chuckled a little.

"The arguement went on for months, until the baby was finally born; of course, it just had to be a baby girl. And just then, at that moment, they had finally found the perfect name for the girl."

Snow put the bandages away and pulled at Evan's hair, which fell away. Golden locks fell around her shoulders, and the girl looked up at the beautiful woman.

"And that's the story of your name, Lady Sabrina."


Okay, just so we're clear:

I'm aware this is nothing like the original story (or play. However you want to look at it). That's the whole point.