How long has it been? Very long...

This is going to be different than the first chapter. I'm going to update the first chapter before I post the third chapter. This second chapter is posted to alert you guys that this is still an active story. Any confusion that is caused in this chapter will be fixed up in the first chapter when the third comes out so stick with me, folks!

Haven't looked over it yet. But I hope its good. :D.

Enjoy!

Sabrina Grimm didn't believe in bad luck. She knew magic was real, but she felt completely normal, if not shaken by her earlier dream. So magic wasn't the cause of this... it was just a bad dream.

Sabrina, for once, decided to do things differently than the way the dream dictated last night. She tied her hair up on the left, instead of the right. She placed her hairbrush from its normal place on the nightstand to all the way across the room.

Sabrina slammed her palms down on her dresser and stared into the mirror overhead. Her green eyes reflected determination and anger.

"It was just a dream."

She didn't believe in bad luck, but if her sister's life was in danger, then she would take every precaution against it.

Sabrina walked down the stairs with heavy heart. Once again there had been no pranks and she never thought she would feel so distressed over the lack of obnoxious pranks or miss the sound of Puck's evil cackle as something got caught in her hair.

"'Morning, Granny."

The older woman was leaning over a pot at the stove and smiled warmly as she came in, "What's wrong, liebling?"

Sabrina, with satisfaction, sat in the chair across from where she had sat in her dream. "No pranks from Puck."

There was silence from her grandmother, "I would've thought you be over-joyed, Sabrina!"

She grumbled, "Just means something bigger is coming."

Granny Relda laughed, "The boy is growing up. The pranks are bound to stop sooner than later."

Sabrina restrained her tongue from calling the fairy boy an idiot and bounced up off her seat, "What are you cooking?"

"Oh, something light. Eggs and bacon."

This time, Sabrina didn't crow nor did she jump for joy. She stared at the sizzling blue bacon for a rather long time, cursing its existence. "Can I have cereal?"

"The magic cereal?"

The Krispy Frog cereal that everyone in their house had taken to calling magic cereal because it turned the milk green. The cereal that Sabrina swore never to touch.

She gritted her teeth, "Yes... the magic cereal."

"Of course, liebling."

Yes, Sabrina was determined to change her dream even if it meant eating magic cereal.

"What's happening?" Daphne walked in, rubbing her eyes, "Food! I smell food."

Sabrina reflectively admonished her, "Not until you brush your teeth, Daphne!"

"Yes, yes..." Then she left.

Sabrina wondered if there was a way to convince her not to go today. Daphne had been looking forward to it for so long.

"Woah, what is this?" Her Uncle walked into the room, wearing the suit just like she remembered. So that was right in the dream too. Sabrina frowned, her dream remembered Briar's death as well. Her dream had the same breakfast. Her dream had the same date and time.

"Brina is eating the magic cereal? This is weird, Mom..."

But she wasn't listening to them as they talked in front of her.

Suddenly Sabrina didn't feel like eating anymore.

If Daphne went to Snow White's, she would get stabbed. That's how the dream went and that's how reality was going. What magic was this? And why couldn't she feel it?

Wait...

"Hey, Granny, did Puck get a letter this morning?"

"Hmm? No, he didn't. Haven't seen him all morning."

Bam!

Sabrina was dusted in some kind of blue powder from head to toe. It got on her hair, food, and the entire chair she sat in. The cackling laughter from the doorway was enough evidence to point to the culprit.

Her grandmother and uncle were already backed away, waiting for the oncoming explosion of anger.

She should be annoyed. She should be screaming. She took a shower this morning, she'll have to go back in and try to scrub off this stupid stuff.

Sabrina couldn't help it, because this didn't happen in her dream, none of this did.

She start to laugh.

"Uh. Why is she laughing?"

"Brina... are you okay?"

"Crap. Is that the magic cereal?"

"It couldn't be the cereal! It shouldn't affect her!"

Granny dabbed her eyes, "Oh liebling, we'll fix this."

Maybe it was the annoyance that everyone thought she was laughing because of a cereal, or maybe when she feels relief she gets a bit crazy. But she promptly took her cereal and threw in Puck's face.

"Mmmph!"

"Direct aim!"

It took more effort to convince Puck to walk Daphne to Snow White's than it did to wash off all the blue powder this morning.

The dream was obviously just a dream from the way Puck appeared this morning and Sabrina wanted to believe that other concidences were just... concidences.

Sabrina opted for sitting on the floor this time, petting Elvis while she thought about that terrifying dream. She could still feel the knife...

She ran a hand down her side so lost in the memory that she almost didn't see it. On the table in front of her. A letter.

Sabrina grabbed it and stared in surprise. It was addressed to her... in her handwriting?

It didn't take her for her to rip it open and read it. There were three pieces of paper. She read the first one and felt her heart stop.

To myself of twelve years ago,

Contrary to popular belief, I do remember what a hotheaded fool I used to be. I only hope that when you read this letter, you choose to believe it and not throw it away. I am telling you the truth. You know that time travel magic exists, I know you do.

Please, please, read this letter and change what happens on this date.

Included is two other letters. One is the letter that Puck received in your so called 'dream'. He also received a letter from his future self that day.

I remember I tried to change this day. I did. Neither I or Daphne died that day.

Puck did in our place.

Daphne is targeted three months later.

Go. Save Puck. You won't be able to live with guilt. I know, because I have for the past twelve years. Puck dies on his way back from dropping Daphne off. He is stabbed.

Don't. Let. Him. Die.

Go before it's too late.

If you succeed, please read the two other letters and... tell him.

Myself of twelves years ago. Stop being so dense and tell him.

Good luck.

Sabrina Grimm

Sabrina spent two minutes just staring at the crumple papers in her hand. There was no hesitation when she scrambled up, pushing the letters in her pockets and running, running out of the house towards where she knew Puck would be.

No...No...No...

It took her five minutes to find him.

He was leisurely making his down the sidewalk, staring up at the sky. Sabrina wanted punch him for acting so casual in such a situation, not that he knew about, but still...

She was panting by the time she caught up with him.

"Grimm?"

"Hey..." She panted, "...stinkyfairy."

"What are you doing?" A smirk grew across his face, "Couldn't bear to leave my side, is that it?"

Sabrina glared up at him.

Puck had grown since they were kids. The same stupid face was there, but he was taller, his hair was a bit longer, and he was more of a jerk.

Tell him

Sabrina gritted her teeth. Her face felt red and she could only hope Puck would assume it was from anger. "I came to...walk you home, because you were taking so long, I thought you got lost."

He frowned, "Fine." The smile was back on his face in no time. "Try to keep up then."

Sabrina stumbled as he started taking longer strides, "No fair! You are taller than me."

He started to walk backwards, teasing her, "Come on, Grimm~"

Something wrong. She took a quick around her. The street was empty except for a few children playing with some rocks.

Sabrina relaxed. There were only children around.

The trees to their left slowly rustled in the wind, but Sabrina focused her attention back on Puck.

Tell him.

It echoed in her head and she stayed silent.

"Grimm?"

"H-Hey... Puck?"

Puck stopped, "Are you okay?" His voice was blank, like he couldn't figure out if she was going to punch him or punch him twice.

Sabrina lifted her head, " I-"

And that is when she saw.

Just a glint of metal in the sunlight.

Just a dark figure that was so, so, so very fast.

She didn't even think before ramming herself into Puck's side and it slipped right past him. Right into her.

The pain was hilarious.

There was so much blood.

The dream, letter, it was all real.

Puck was gripping her arms and was shouting, shouting her name, was it her name? She couldn't tell anymore. What she could tell, was that, she didn't tell him.

His green eyes were staring at her, panicked and wide.

Tell him.

The black was already creeping around her eyes and Puck was fading before her. Ah, she failed second part of the letter, but at least... she got the important part done.

Puck was safe.

Sabrina Grimm. For the third time. Awoke with a start.

Her first thought was; what a horrible dream

The second thought came to her after she checked the time on her phone. The numbers shining bright in her already dark room. They danced in front of her. Haunting her.

April 5th, 2015

7:03 am.

This was no longer a dream. This was magic. This was dark magic. This was someome taunting her and giving her pain. This was worse than the knife being stabbed through her. This was after someone after her family.

That's when the second thought came.

Oh hell.