A/N- So, I had this all written out, and then my laptop died. Now I have to write everything out on the other computer which is out in the room the has no air conditioning, so it might take me longer to update. Sorry.

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Scarlet Wolf – Sorry, but I forgot the name of the website.

I couldn't really find anything in the books that described what Red looked like, so I just made up her appearance. Sorry if that bothers anyone.

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The cool wind rushed past her in a roaring wave that blocked out all other sound, whipping her hair out behind her. Sabrina tightly gripped the edges of the carpet as she stared up at the sky. Despite the many times she had ridden the carpet; she still wasn't comfortable flying without holding onto something. She focused on the sky, staring at the fluffy white clouds that, even this high up, still seemed to float a lifetime away, as the magic carpet soared over the town of Ferryport Landing.

Sabrina didn't want to look down and see the wreckage of what used to be a pleasant town. She didn't want to see the shattered stores, broken glass, burnt buildings, and destroyed homes. But most of all, she didn't want to see the red hands that covered almost every inch of the destroyed town.

She waited until she was positive the town was far behind and out of view before she peered over the edge of the carpet. Trees flew by underneath her at a nauseating speed, a giant flash of red, orange and yellow. She gripped the side of the carpet and lifted a hand, futilely trying to keep her hair out of her face as the trees began to thin out and a small valley appeared.

From above, the new Fort Charming looked rather . . . small. Just a tiny huddle of tents and cabins all connected by dirt paths, paths that lead to the big clearing in the middle of the camp. A large, wooden wall encircled the camp, topped by sharp, threatening spikes. The farmhouse was still being built at the far end of the camp, just a wooden skeleton now. It definitely wasn't the proud, regale fortress Charming wanted it to be.

"CARPET, DOWN!" Sabrina shouted in an attempt to be heard over the roaring wind.

The carpet dropped like a rock, sending Sabrina's heart into her throat and leaving her stomach floating in the air. It stopped just an inch above the ground, hovering placidly in the middle of a path while Sabrina tried to detach her fingers from the golden tassels they were wrapped around.

The girl slid off the carpet and sent it a furious glare. "Don't do that!" She hissed as her blue eyes glanced warily around the camp.

Everafters brushed past her, some ignoring her and the carpet as they hurried to finish whatever job they were assigned. Others stared at her with barely concealed curiosity as they walked by, trying to pretend they were busy so they wouldn't get assigned anything to do.

Sabrina swiftly rolled the carpet up and stepped into a makeshift alleyway between two cabins. She tucked the carpet under her arm and slid out onto a different path, keeping to the side to avoid people. Ever since Sabrina, Daphne, Puck, Uncle Jake and Briar had gotten back from the Demon's Castle, everyone and their mother wanted to know all the juicy details. All Sabrina had wanted to do was forget the horrific event, but some Everafters couldn't seem to take a hint, even when she threatened to break all their teeth if they didn't get their noses out of her business.

At least some good came from avoiding nosy fairytales Sabrina thought, slipping into another alleyway. Hiding from snooping Everafters had allowed her to search every nook and cranny of the camp. Now she knew the fastest routes from one end of the camp to the other, and she knew of at least five areas that she could sneak her family out of in case the Scarlet Hand attacked again.

Sabrina slipped out of the alleyway and turned to the left, her blue eyes scanning passing faces for any family members. She tried to ignore the weary, tired faces of the people who passed by and focused on the more cheery ones, which were mostly Merry Men who'd had too much to drink.

A harsh voice cut through the air like a knife, easily slicing through the voices of those around her. Sabrina slowed down as she passed the training ground, where the harsh voice was coming from. She watched as a group of Everafters, their uniforms caked with mud, did pushups, their muscles straining and groans passing their lips. A beautiful, black haired woman glared at them, her ruby red lips twisted into a scowl. "C'mon ladies!" She shouted. "I can do better than you with one arm tied behind my back! And quit your groaning!"

Snow White glanced up from her groaning soldiers, her blue eyes softening a bit when she spotted Sabrina. The princess's scowl lifted into a brief smile as she waved a hand at Sabrina before returning to shout at the soldiers.

Sabrina returned the wave, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Snow White was definitely one of her role models.

Thanks to Granny Relda's amazing decorating skills, the Grimm's cabin was easily distinguishable from all the others. Bright flowers, magically enchanted to stay alive through winter, grinned up at the sun from colorful windowsill boxes and a cheery welcome mat rested in front of the door. The outside was painted a yellow so bright it seemed to emit its own light. Their home was a colorful contrast to the dull browns of the other cabins. Sabrina opened the door and stuck her head in, her eyes scanning the tiny living room for any family members.

"Hello?" She called, stepping inside. "Anyone here?"

After getting no answer, Sabrina tossed the carpet onto the floor; she still hadn't forgiven it for its little prank earlier, and stepped outside, closing the door behind her. She continued walking through the camp in search for her family, though she had a feeling her mother and grandmother were probably helping in the infirmary. Uncle Jake was most likely getting ready for his trip. Where Mr. Canis, Daphne, and Henry were she had no idea.

Sabrina took her time walking around the camp, letting the indistinguishable hum of the conversations around her soothe her nerves. All around her, Everafters joked and conversed with each other, some even shouting from one end of the camp to another end. Some of the Merry Men were belting out a song, the raucous out of tune melody drifting in a barely audible wave above everyone else's voices. For a moment, Sabrina could almost imagine that everything was back to normal. That there was no war, no threat of death breathing down their necks, and no fear. At least she could pretend that until she turned to the left.

Sabrina turned the corner and immediately stared down at her worn tennis shoes as reality smacked her in the face. The sounds of moans and crying reached her ears over the indistinct rumble of the conversations around her as she got nearer to the infirmary. Sabrina kept her eyes glued to the ground, watching puffs of dust fly into the air every time her sneaker connected with the ground, her hands curling into fists as she moved so quickly that she was practically running.

She didn't want to look up and see the big, white tent that loomed forebodingly among the cabins. She didn't want to be able to put faces to the moans that drifted through the air. She didn't want to see worried people crowding outside the large tent, trying to peek in to see if their loved ones were okay.

Sabrina slammed into someone and stumbled back, almost losing her balance. She looked up, a retort on her lips . . . a retort that quickly died when she found herself staring into two distant, brown eyes. The man blinked at her, but didn't really see her. His chapped lips moved, but no words came out. A white bandage was wrapped around his head, covering most of his brown hair, a blotch of red staining the white fabric.

"Uh . . . are you . . . are you okay?" Sabrina stammered out.

The man's mouth continued to move and then his eyes grew wide and he grabbed her arms in an iron grip. "It's coming! It's coming!" He hissed as his panic filled eyes drilled into her. "IT'S COMING!"

Sabrina could only stare in shock as the man shook her, his fingers digging into her skin, screaming at her that 'it' had spotted them. Suddenly, a large, beefy hand landed onto the man's shoulder and a soothing voice said, "Steve, let the girl go."

Sabrina looked over Steve's shoulder to see the puffy face of Nurse Sprat. The Nurse's usually jovial face was drawn down with tiredness and dark circles crouched under her eyes. "C'mon, Steve, we've got to go back inside." The Nurse's tone was soothing but firm, her tired eyes glancing apologetically at Sabrina.

The panicked look in the man's eyes faded away, replaced with the distant look. "Inside." He muttered and turned to stumble back towards the tent. Nurse Sprat watched as he limped back into the tent, sighed, and ran a hand through her already messy hair.

"Who was that?" Sabrina's voice cracked, her gut twisting as the man's panicked face flashed into her mind.

Nurse Sprat sighed again, a heavy sigh of someone with the weight of the world on her shoulders. "He was the father of somebody." She wiped her hands on her apron, and turned her weary gaze to Sabrina. "He and two other poor souls were attacked by a dragon when they went scouring the town for any survivors. One of them died, and the other probably won't walk again." Her shoulders drooped as another heavy sigh passed her lips, and she ran a hand over her tired face. "Your mother wanted me to tell you to tell Jake she said goodbye and good luck. She's busy helping me, God bless her soul. Tell your uncle I said good luck too. We need more dragons on our side or I'm afraid this war won't last long."

She walked back to the tent, lifting a hand in a half-hearted wave to Sabrina as she slipped past the tent's opening.

"Right." Sabrina muttered softly, staring at the tent for a few moments before turning and walking away. Her stomach twisted into knots and anger surged up inside of her, her fingers instinctively curling into fists. Did the Scarlet Hand have to deal with this too? Did they have to deal with wounded people? Dying friends? Grieving families? Why couldn't they see that all this fighting was just going to get everyone killed?

"SABRINA!" The cheery voice broke through Sabrina's thoughts and she lifted her head, looking around for the source of the voice.

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth when she saw Daphne making her way towards her. A large, pointy blue hat with silver stars sat atop Daphne's head, covering her brown hair except for the two brown tips of her pigtails that stuck out below the rim of the hat. The large hat kept sliding down the little girl's head, obscuring her vision and causing her to veer wildly. She ran into five people before she reached Sabrina, leaving a wake of angry Everafters behind her.

Daphne shoved the hat up and grinned up at her older sister. "You like my hat?"

Sabrina chucked. "Oh, yeah. But isn't it a bit big?"

"Only a little. Merlin gave it to me!" Daphne's smile faded and a disappointed look filled her brown eyes. "He said he couldn't train me to be a wizard."

Ever since coming back from the Demon Castle, Daphne had been wavering between becoming a wizard, a phoenix and a detective. One day she'd smash red berries into her hair and run around with a box of matches, the next she'd act like her normal sleuth-y self and then she'd run around with a stick shouting things from Harry Potter.

Sabrina raised an eyebrow. "I thought you wanted to be a phoenix? Or a detective?"

"I am!" Daphne declared, her large grin reappearing. "I'm going to be all of them."

"You're going to be all of them?" Sabrina said skeptically. "'Cause that's going to turn out sooooo well."

Daphne stuck her tongue out at Sabrina as her hat slid down again "You just wait, I'm gonna be the greatest wiztectix ever!"

"I'm pretty sure you'll be the only wiz . . . whatever, Daphne."

Sabrina and Daphne spun around at the sound of that voice to see the Phoenix standing behind them, a tired looking smile on her face. Worry flickered in Sabrina's blue eyes as she took in the Phoenix's appearance. The woman's pale skin had a tired grey tint to it and dark circles stood out like bruises under her glowing amber eyes. Blood spattered the jeans and t-shirt she must have borrowed from somebody and her familiar cloak seemed to swallow her. Even her fiery hair seemed to droop. But even with fatigue pulling down her normally cheery features, the woman's alien beauty still managed to shine through, causing passing men to run into multiple things.

"Are you okay?" Daphne shoved her hat back up and stared at the woman with worried brown eyes.

"I'm fine, just a little tired." The Phoenix smiled down at the little girl. "I've been helping out at the infirmary all night long. I just need some beauty sleep and then I'll be back to my usual, lovable self." She winked a tired eye at them.

"Why are you helping in the infirmary?" Sabrina asked. She figured if the Phoenix was going to help in the war, she'd help with the fighting part. She'd seen the Phoenix fight the demons; with the woman on their side the Scarlet Hand didn't stand a chance.

"You forget," the Phoenix gestured to her eyes with a pale hand, "magical healing tears. I figured the infirmary would be where I'd be the most helpful."

Sabrina frowned. "But aren't you going to fight?" Somebody shoved past Sabrina on his rush to get wherever he was going and Sabrina glared after him.

The Phoenix's lips pulled down slightly at the corners. "I can't."

"Why not?" Daphne asked, her brow winkling in puzzlement. "You kicked the demons' butt!"

Amusement sparked in the Phoenix's amber eyes as she shook her head. "Phoenix's aren't allowed to kill anything unless it is purely evil, like the demons."

"What happens when you kill something?" Daphne asked, her eyes wide as her hat slid down her face.

The Phoenix's eyes darkened and she turned away from the girls, her amber gaze drifting aimlessly around the camp. "Something bad." She muttered. Sabrina's eyes narrowed slightly as she picked up the regretful tone in the woman's voice.

"Like what?" Sabrina pressed, tucking her hair behind her ear. She was determined to get a straight answer out of the Phoenix. Though they'd fought side by side, Sabrina knew nothing about the powerful woman. She didn't even know her real name! Every time she asked about the Phoenix's past the woman would grow distant and find some excuse to leave.

"Do they turn into that . . . that shadow thing you told us about?" Daphne's voice was barely above a whisper, her brown eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and horror as images of shadowy beings crowded her mind.

"Yes." The Phoenix answered abruptly, her gaze turning skyward.

"Have you known someone who turned into a shadow?" Daphne's eyes grew to the size of plates.

"Yes." The woman's voice held that sharp, short tone that meant she wasn't going to continue talking about that subject and Sabrina felt her lips pull down into an annoyed scowl. How was she supposed to trust the Phoenix if she knew nothing about her?

"We should probably hurry if we want to say goodbye to your uncle. The dragons are almost here." The Phoenix said as she looked at the girls. Her usual goofy smile curved her lips. "I can't wait to see Ichabod's face when he sees them."

Daphne giggled, all thoughts of evil phoenixes leaving her mind. "He's so gonna flip out."

Sabrina smiled as they made their way to the only place that could hold a dragon. The big clearing in the middle of the camp was where everyone assembled when Charming decided to make one of his 'inspiring' speeches. The large circle of dirt was the only place a dragon could fit without smashing any cabins.

Sabrina followed the Phoenix as they walked through the camp, weaving their way through the Everafters that hurried by. She kept a hand on Daphne's arm so the little girl wouldn't run into anyone.

"You like my hat?" Daphne asked the Phoenix.

The Phoenix grinned down at the little girl, putting on a cheery face that barely concealed her fatigue. "Pretty cool."

"Merlin gave it to me."

Sabrina rolled her eyes. "Please tell her that she can't become a Phoenix." Daphne angrily stuck her tongue out at her older sister.

"Actually, she can." The Phoenix answered.

Sabrina stopped suddenly, shock causing her mouth to drop open. Her sudden stop made her lose her grip on Daphne, who immediately veered into an Everafter.

"Hey, watch where you're going." The man growled. With his pointy ears and oddly sharp features, the man looked like some kind of elf. His moss green eyes snapped grumpily as he sneered down at the little girl.

Daphne shoved her hat up and glared at him. "There's no need to be a Mr. Grumpy Pants." She said.

The man stared at her and then at Sabrina, his alien eyes stabbing into them like daggers. "Oh, you're Grimms." He voice came out in a hiss, layered with disgust as if they were two cockroaches instead of children.

"Yeah," Sabrina stuck her chin out, her blue eyes narrowing angrily. "And you're a jerk."

The elf's sneer deepened and he muttered something under his breath before walking away. Sabrina grabbed Daphne's arm before her little sister could run after the man and demand that he use proper manners, and dragged her after the Phoenix. She tried to ignore the unease that rippled through her. That elf's reaction was something she would have expected from a Scarlet Hand member, not a member of Charming's army!

Sabrina caught up to the magical woman, shoving all thoughts of the angry elf out of her mind. The Phoenix hadn't seemed to notice that they had left, which was odd. The sharp eyed woman normally noticed everything. "What did you say?" Sabrina asked.

"I said she could become a Phoenix." The woman's amber gaze briefly flickered to her before roaming around the camp again. A small frown formed on the Phoenix's face.

"Panda!" Daphne exclaimed.

Sabrina opened her mouth, frowned, and looked down at Daphne. "Panda?"

"It's my new word." Daphne grinned up at her. "It means amazingly awesome."

"But why panda?"

"Because pandas are amazingly awesome." Daphne answered like it was obvious.

"Riiiiight." Sabrina turned back to the Phoenix. "How?" She had thought you had to be the offspring of a phoenix to become one.

"Unlike most magical creatures, becoming a phoenix isn't something you're born into." The Phoenix sidestepped a soldier unstably carrying a large pile of weapons. "Whenever a phoenix gets too old, or when they wish to return to a normal life, they pass their power onto a trustworthy person of their choice."

"Wait, you guys age? I thought Everafters didn't age?" Sabrina's frown deepened at the distracted tone in the Phoenix's voice. Something was definitely wrong.

The Phoenix shook her head. "No, we age, but we age a lot slower than any other magical creature. I know a phoenix that's a lot older than Puck." She stopped and held up her hand, showing the two girls her palm. A strange symbol was burned into the Phoenix's skin, an intricate design of swirling red lines. "When a Phoenix dies or gives up their power, this symbol shows up on the hand of the person they chose to take their place. If that person wishes to become a phoenix, the symbol imbeds itself into their skin." The woman laughed at the disgusted look on Daphne's face. "It's not painful. It stings for a few seconds and then it itches like crazy for a few days." She scratched her palm as if the thought had made it itch again.

"But what if that person doesn't want to be a phoenix?" Sabrina could feel a slight bubble of triumph fill her. The Phoenix was finally telling her more about her kind!

"Then it goes to the next person the phoenix chose."

"What if no one wants to be a phoenix?" Daphne shoved her hat back up, a scowl on her face. "Stay up." She muttered.

"Then the phoenix's power goes to the closest phoenix, which is then ordered to spit the extra power among the other phoenixes. The same thing happens if a phoenix dies before they choose their replacement." A frown tugged down the corner of her lips and she suddenly stopped. She looked around, her amber eyes scanning the camp for something, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Sabrina asked, her stomach twisting into knots when a memory flashed through her mind. Thunder rumbling across the sky . . . the deep crack in the earth . . . the Phoenix's wide eyes . . . sharp demon claws coming inches away from Daphne . . .

"I don't know." The Phoenix's voice broke through Sabrina's memory, bringing the girl back to the present. The Phoenix's lips were curved down into a befuddled frown. "It just feels like . . . but there can't be . . ." The woman breathed, her voice so soft Sabrina almost couldn't hear it.

Sabrina opened her mouth when a large shadow suddenly covered the camp, turning day into night for a few seconds. Panicked shouts of alarm rang out all around her as Sabrina lifted her head to see two large shapes fly over the camp. The dragons had arrived.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw some of Arthur's knights pull out their swords, angry scowls on their faces as they watched the dragons fly overhead. Some pulled out bows and arrows, ready to shot the giant creatures out of the sky.

"No!" Sabrina shouted. If they shot those dragons then the Dragon King would never help them with the Scarlet Hand. "Those are the good ones! They're on our side!"

One of the knights scowled at her. "None of those beasts are good." His tone was low and gravelly with anger, his eyes sparking with animosity. "They should all die!"

The Phoenix stepped in front of the man, her amber eyes blazing. The tired and distracted look that had dominated her features was gone, replaced by a burning fury that made her eyes snap. "The first one who so much as points a weapon at those dragons will answer to me." The woman's voice had dropped a few degrees from its usual warmness to a threatening chill.

The soldier stared at the Phoenix, common sense warring with his pride, before he growled, "If those monsters so mush as extend their claws, I'll kill them." He turned abruptly and stalked away, the rest of his soldiers following behind.

Sabrina watched them leave, worry twisting inside of her. If the Everafters attacked the dragons then there would be no hope of them winning against the Scarlet Hand.

"He's so un-panda.' A worried look filled Daphne's usually cheery brown eyes and the corners of her lips pulled down into a frown. "They won't really attack the dragons, will they?" She asked the Phoenix.

The woman shrugged as all the anger melted from her face. She ran a hand across her drawn face, a sigh escaping her lips. "You must understand that the Scarlet Hand's dragons have probably wounded or killed some of their friends."

"But these dragons are on our side!" Sabrina muttered angrily.

The Phoenix's amber gaze turned to her. "When you had found out that the Scarlet Hand had kidnapped your parents, were you so trustworthy of Everafters, even the ones who were on your side?"

Sabrina sighed. The woman had a point. She knew by experience that it was hard to trust people who were grouped with others who did horrible things.

"Well," Daphne's grin lit up her whole face, "what are we waiting for? Let's go see the dragons!" With that said, the little girl took off like a bullet towards the clearing.

"Daphne, wait!" Sabrina ran after her sister, expertly maneuvering around the Everafters, which was more than could be said about Daphne. Within seconds, the large wizard hat obscured the little girl's vision and Sabrina watched as she began to swerve wildly, her arms held out in front of her. Luckily, people seemed to have gotten the memo about the rampaging little girl on the loose and jumped out of the way . . . all except for what looked like a moving mountain.

Sabrina barreled her way through a cluster of Everafters, ignoring their angry cries as she watched Daphne slam into the giant. Sabrina felt time slow to a crawl as the giant turned around, her feet shoving hard into the ground as fear that the thing would eat her sister, or smash her to bits, filled her.

A loud, "GUMMY BEAR!" echoed around the camp and all images of a flattened Daphne fled Sabrina's mind as the giant swooped the little girl into his arms. She slowed to a stop in front of the two, relief bursting inside of her at the realization that the giant was just Little John.

Little John released a grinning Daphne, turned to Sabrina, and, before the girl could protest, swept her into a bone-crushing hug.

"PEPPERMINT!" The scratchy green fabric of Little John's shirt did nothing to muffle the booming voice that roared in her ear, almost deafening her and shaking her to her bones. Little John was the type of person who loved to give others nicknames, though his nicknames always were related to food.

The large man set Sabrina down on the ground and grinned at them, his smile a flash of white against the unruly black curls of his beard. "How are my two favorite troublemakers?" Little John's voice was deep and rumbling, reminding Sabrina of how thunder rumbled in the sky after the rain stopped.

"Great!" Daphne's smile almost split her face in two. She shoved her hat back up. "You like my hat?"

Little John guffawed and slapped Daphne on the back, almost sending the little girl tumbling to the ground. "That hat is amazing, but it's a bit big for you."

"I'll grow into it." Daphne said, dismissing the comment with a wave of her hand.

Sabrina snorted. "Yeah, in ten years."

Daphne stuck her tongue out at Sabrina and then turned back to Little John. "Are you going to say goodbye to Uncle Jake too?"

"Actually, I was waiting for Rob," Little John's eyes roved over the crowd, easily seeing over everyone's heads. His face suddenly twisted into a grimace. "Uh-oh, here he comes, and he does not look happy."

Sabrina and Daphne turned to see the famous archer making his way towards them. Robin Hood's body language screamed infuriated, his body tense, his eyebrows drawn into an angry line, and his lips moved as he muttered furiously to himself. His red face was a shade lighter than the wavy hair that brushed his shoulders and his goatee and mustache. Even the red feather on his hat seemed to vibrate with rage.

Little John opened his mouth to speak but Robin beat him to it. "That blasted man!" Robin's usually imperceptible British accent now coated every one of his angry words. "Thinking he can go around and boss everyone." He spun towards Little John. "Do you know what he ask . . . no, what he demanded I do?"

Little John took a step back. "Uh . . . who?" His deep voice held an unfamiliar cautiousness that made Sabrina take a step back. If Robin made Little John nervous, than she didn't want to be too close to him.

"That pig-headed, snotty-nosed Charming!" Robin growled through gritted teeth, his hazel eyes blazing. "I've had enough of that man thinking he can go around treating everyone like dirt underneath his fancy leather shoes. Now, I've ignored him for a while," He held up his hand as Little John opened his mouth, "but this was the last straw. He ordered me to sweep, sweep, the ground outside." The archer kicked the ground with his foot, kicking up a cloud of dirt. "Now, what kind of bloody idiot doesn't understand that the ground outside is made of dirt, so, when you sweep the dirt, there's just going to BE MORE DIRT UNDERNEATH! And this is after he told me that I was incapable of controlling my men."

The archer's sudden outburst caused passing Everafters to jump back in surprise. They watched him with wide, wary eyes as they passed, making sure to put a lot of distance between him and them.

Little John lifted a hand as if to put it on Robin's shoulder and then thought better of it. "Maybe he's just stressed out, Rob." His large hand fell back to his side. "What with the war going badly and all, who knows what's going through his mind."

"He has a mind?" A mischievous glint flashed through Robin's eyes. "I had no clue." Robin shook his head and grinned at the girls, the anger slowly fading from his face. "I apologize for my outburst." He lifted his green hat and ran his hand through his hair, grimacing. "Snobby rich people and I don't get along well, and I can only take so much idiocy before I explode."

"I know how you feel." Sabrina muttered, earning a grin from the two Merry Men.

"I'm surprised you've kept your head on after living with Fun Dip for so long." Little John bellowed.

Robin stared at him curiously, an eyebrow raised. "Fun Dip?"

"He means Puck." Daphne answered, shoving her hat back up. "You like my hat? Merlin gave it to me."

"Fun Dip? Makes him sound insane," A wide smile curved Robin Hood's lips, "it's perfect for him." He turned to Daphne, a mock frown on his face. "What? He gave you a hat and yet he won't give me one of his robes?" His eyes filled with bliss. "Wearing one of those is like being hugged by a giant, fluffy teddy bear."

Sabrina chuckled with the others, her laugh drowned out by Little John's booming guffaws.

Robin turned to her and smiled apologetically. "I'm going to have to cancel our archery lesson today, kid. King Airhead demanded that my men and I patrol the forest for any sneaky Scarlet Hand members."

"Oh, that's okay." Sabrina tired to hide her disappointment. With the war heating up, she had decided it was time for her to learn how to better protect herself and her family. Thanks to Puck, she was pretty good with a sword and for the past few weeks had gotten archery lessons from Robin Hood and Little John.

Robin's eyelid dropped into a slow wink, a corner of his mouth quirking up. "But I'll 'accidentally' leave a bow and some arrows behind so you can practice."

A grin crossed Sabrina's face. "Thanks!"

"Which is probably best for us all." Little John's large fingers brushed his hat. "I'm running out of hats." He said, referring to the five other hats that Sabrina had accidentally shot arrows through.

Robin's white teeth flashed as he grinned up at the large man. "Hey, it's better than it being your head, right?"

"True." Little John nodded.

"Are you going to say goodbye to Uncle Jake too?" Daphne asked, staring hopefully at the two men.

Robin glanced up at Little John, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I've always wanted to ride a dragon."

Little John grinned. "So have I."

"I don't know if they'd let you ride them." An image of Little John and Robin Hood trying to ride a dragon flashed in her mind, causing a wide grin to cross Sabrina's face.

Robin Hood winked at her. "But, if we get on without them knowing . . . "

"Then they won't be able to say no!" Little John finished.

"But wouldn't they get mad?" The softly spoken words barely reached Sabrina's ears over the raucous laughter of Little John and Robin Hood. She turned around to find Little Red Riding Hood standing meekly behind them, nervously fiddling with the edge of her red cloak. The hood that normally covered her face in shadows was down, letting her golden-brown curls blow in the wind. As usual, Sabrina's attention was immediately drawn to the little girl's strange eyes. They were a light, practically sliver, grey color that stood out solemnly against her pale skin.

"What was that?" Robin's smile was kind as he winked at Red. "You're going to have to speak up, kid. I share a cabin with a man who snores like a hurricane." He gestured to Little John.

Little John's snort made Red jump in surprise, her eyes widening. "Please, he's just mad 'cause I beat him at arm wrestling." He held up his huge arm and flexed his muscles. Red's eyes grew to the size of plates at the sight of the man's huge biceps.

"That's only because you cheated!" Robin retorted.

"I did not!" Little John said with mock indignation.

"I pretty sure sneezing in your opponents face is considered cheating." Robin said over Daphne's loud "Ewww!"

Red's features were arranged into a befuddled look as she gazed at the two men. Her eyes were filled with confusion as the two men continued to banter with each other, trying to figure out if they were just joking. Sabrina felt a twinge of pity tug at her heart. The little girl probably wasn't used to being around people.

"Well, fine!" Little John declared, flexing his abnormally large arm muscles again. "Let's have a rematch! They can be our judges." He jerked his head towards the three girls.

Robin eyed Little John's bulging arm and shook his head vigorously. "Nope, you'll just cheat again." He turned on his heel and walked towards the clearing. "C'mon, ladies and very large man, let's go see some dragons!"

Little John winked at the three girls. "He's such a coward."

"I heard that!" Robin shouted over his shoulder.

Little John's grin widened. "And he was just joking about me snoring as loud as a hurricane." He told Red, his deep voice gentle.

"He's right." Robin spun around to face them, walking backwards without any fear of running into someone. His lips quirked into a crooked grin. "I was exaggerating. He's really just as loud as a tornado."

"Coming from the man who wears tights." Little John muttered as Robin turned back around.

"What? They make me look sexy." Robin shook his bootie, causing Daphne to giggle and Red's face to turn the same shade of her cloak. "Besides, my fine fellow, you're wearing tights too."

Little John stared down at his legs. "I prefer to call them leggings. They sound . . ." His lips pursed as he tried to think of the right word. "Manlier."

"Uh, not really." Sabrina said, reaching over to yank Daphne's hat up. An electric shock raced up her arm when her fingers touched the soft fabric and she quickly jerked her hand away, before her addiction caused her to do something stupid. A slight frown tugged at the corner of her mouth as she stared at the large hat. Did it have some magical powers or was it just because it had once belonged to a magician?

"You like my hat, Red?" Daphne asked as Robin and Little John began a discussion about the manliness of leggings. The little girl's voice snapped Sabrina out of her trance and she yanked her gaze away from the hat, focusing on Daphne and Red instead,

"It's . . . uh . . ." Little Red Riding Hood's silver eyes flickered nervously to Sabrina as she tried to find the right words. "It's . . . very nice." The words passed her lips in a hushed whisper, making Sabrina strain her ears to try to hear what she said.

Relief washed over Red's face when Daphne grinned at her. "Mer . . ." Her sentence died on her lips when they entered the clearing and she spotted the two dragons resting in the middle. "PANDA!" The word sliced through the air, easily rising above the other noise around them, and Daphne shot towards the dragons.

A smile broke out on Sabrina's face as she stared into the clearing. Two large dragons dominated more than half of the large space, forcing Everafters to the edge of the clearing. The sunlight shimmered and danced alluringly off of the blue and black scales that covered the creatures' large bodies, and glinted off their sharp teeth and claws.

Sabrina ran after her sister towards the Blue and Black Dragon, leaving Red, Robin, and Little John to trail more slowly after her. She reached the dragons just as Daphne threw herself at the Blue Dragon, squeezing one of the creature's large claws in a bear hug.

A deep chuckle rumbled from the Blue Dragon's throat as she stared down at Daphne, amusement glinting in her deep blue eyes. "Well, greetings to you too, Daphne."

Daphne just squealed and ran over to a scowling Black Dragon, hugging his claw just a fiercely as she had hugged the Blue Dragon's. The Black Dragon's hard scaly face softened a bit as he stared down at the little girl. "You may release me now." The dragon's rumbling voice was probably the only voice lower than Little John's.

Daphne released the dragon and grinned up at them, practically shaking with excitement. "I can't believe you two came!" She squealed.

"I can't either." Sabrina smiled at the two dragons, flicking her hand in a wave. "I thought the Dragon King would have sent someone else."

The Blue Dragon shook her large head, "No, he thought it would be wiser if dragons your uncle was better aquatinted with went with him."

Sabrina's smile faltered, the edges of her lips turned down in a frown, as she caught the words the Blue Dragon hadn't said. The Everafters would less likely kill dragons your uncle knows.

"You like my hat?" Daphne asked as her hat slid down her face again.

The Blue Dragon stared down at the little girl, confusion rippling across her scaly face. "Yes . . . but I did not know it was customary for humans to wear overly large head ornaments."

Daphne frowned at the large creature, her brown eyes flickering to Sabrina as her face twisted into a confused look.

"She said your hat's too big." Sabrina translated.

"Oh!" Daphne's face lit up again. "Well, you see . . ."

As her little sister chatted with the Blue Dragon, Sabrina's eyes slid over to the Black Dragon. His scaly lips were pulled down slightly, revealing small bits of his sharp teeth. His large tail whipped out agitatedly behind him, and his eyes were narrowed to slits.

"What's wrong?" Sabrina asked, walking over to stand beside him. "You seem agitated."

"Your kind does not like us being here." The dragon growled, his eyes scanning the area around them.

"They're not my kind." Sabrina's answer was automatic as she followed his gaze. Some Everafters stood at the edge of the clearing, standing in clusters, as they sent suspicious glances towards the dragons and muttered amongst themselves. Some of them were just curious, staring at the magnificent creatures with bright eyes while others glared daggers at the dragons, their bodies tense and their hands grasping weapons. Their hatred slid off of them in waves, creating a tension in the air that crackled.

"Well, dragons have killed or wounded a lot of their friends." Sabrina turned away from the angry glares and forced her attention on the Black Dragon. She tried to ignore the unease that twisted inside of her. There was only a thin, easily breakable wall that stopped the Everafters from attacking the dragons.

And if that broke?

She shoved the images out of her mind and focused on what the Black Dragon was growling.

"They've killed our kind too." His low voice was tense and his claws dug deep into the earth as he glared back at the Everafters. Sabrina silently pleaded that her uncle would come soon, before a bloodbath started.

The Blue Dragon lifted her tail and rested it reassuringly on the Black Dragon's shoulder. "You said you would behave yourself." Her voice was soft and her touch seemed to calm the Black Dragon.

Some of the tension left his scaly face as he turned towards his spouse. "I am." He growled. "I haven't killed any of them yet."

"If you should decide to kill someone, there's a very pompous woman I might recommend." Sabrina turned her head to see Little John and Robin standing a few feet from the Blue Dragon. Red stood farther away, just a few steps inside the clearing, eyeing the large dragons with a mix of awe and fear.

"Trust me, you can't miss her." Robin grinned at the dragons. His stance was loose and carefree as if standing in front of creatures that could eat him in one gulp didn't bother him at all. "She's rather round, has a large mole on her chin, and looks very much like a clown."

"A demented clown." Little John added.

Daphne stared at the two with wide eyes before turning to the Black Dragon. "Would you really eat Heart?"

"I don't think anything would be dumb enough to eat Heart." Robin winked at the little girl. "She's a real b. . ."

Little John elbowed the archer in the side, cutting off his sentence as he jerked his head towards Sabrina and Daphne. Robin Hood's face broke out into a wide grin. "I was going to say 'bully', but it's nice to know you think the same thing."

"Who are you?" The Black Dragon's growl was low, a threatening undercurrent rumbling his voice.

Robin swept off his hat and bowed flamboyantly. "I, my very large acquaintance, am Robin Hood, and this large fellow," he gestured to Little John with a flick of his wrist, "is my partner in crime, Little John."

"Partner in crime?" The Black Dragon's scaly lips pulled back, revealing long, sharp teeth. "So, you're a criminal." His long tail lashed out behind him as his claws dug deep furrows into the ground.

"Oh, no." The archer grinned up at the dragon, completely unfazed at the sight of those sharp teeth. "We're the good guys. We just steal things from the bad people . . .

"And we give it to the good people." Little John finished.

"Don't worry," Daphne patted the Black Dragon's side, much to his surprise. "They're panda."

The Blue Dragon's already confused expression got even more befuddled. She stared at the two men and cocked her head to the side, her large blue eyes examining them. "They are . . . bears?"

"No! That's my new word!" Daphne explained, impatiently pushing her hat back up. "It means amazingly-awesome."

"Of course." The Blue Dragon nodded her head but Sabrina could still see the confusion rippling in her deep blue eyes.

"Humans." The Black Dragon snorted, a stream of smoke billowing out of his nostrils, much to the amusement of a few Everafters.

Robin Hood copied the dragon's snort, minus the smoke. "Dragons."

"Squirrels." Little John snorted.

Robin Hood nodded his head. "Squirrels are very annoying."

"Oh!" Daphne ran towards Red, grabbing the little girl's hand and practically dragging her back to the dragons. "And this is Red!"

Red's whole body quivered as she stood in front of the dragons. She seemed to shrink in front of the large beasts, her silvery eyes wide with fear, crushing Daphne's hand in a white-knuckled death grip.

Sabrina watched as the Black Dragon leaned towards the little girl, stopping to where she would have been able to touch the shiny black scales the covered his body. His snout was larger than the little girl, causing her to seem even tinier. Her fear filled silvery eyes met large black ones as the dragon examined her, her little body tensing as paralyzing fear raced through her. The Black Dragon's nostrils flared as he sniffed her, his breath pulling at her black curls and red cloak.

The Black Dragon sniffed loudly again and then leaned away from the little girl, his eyes narrowed slightly. "You smell like a witch." His low voice rumbled thoughtfully.

"My . . . my . . . my granny was . . . a witch." Red squeaked out, her whole body shaking like a leaf. Sabrina felt shock swirl inside of her. Surprise at the fact that Red was able to speak in front of such imposing creatures, and at what the Black Dragon had said. Could Little Red Riding Hood have inherited magical powers from her grandmother? Sabrina stared at the little girl, her blue eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she looked for any signs of magic. But Red seemed . . . normal. Besides being a former nut-job, Red was one of the most normal Everafters Sabrina had met.

The Blue Dragon dipped her head in a bow. "It is a pleasure to meet you all." She said. "I am the Blue Dragon and this is my fire." She wrapped her tail around the Black Dragon's.

"Your fire?" Daphne turned to Sabrina for a definition. Sabrina shrugged at her; she had no idea what the dragon was talking about.

"I believe your word for it is husband, or spouse?" The Blue Dragon inquired.

"Naw, our word for it is man-eating-beast-who-gets-mad-when-you-don't-pick- up-your-dirty-laundry." Robin Hood said, his eyes glinting mischievously.

Little John guffawed. "You'd better make sure Marian doesn't hear you say that!"

A bedeviled look twisted the Blue Dragon's face as she stared at the two green clad men. "Of course." She muttered while the Black Dragon just rolled his eyes.

A small smile tugged at the corner of Sabrina's mouth as her blue eyes roved the edge of the clearing. Most of the Everafters, now sure that the dragons weren't going to burn everything to the ground, had dispersed. Only a few groups remained, among them the soldier Sabrina, the Phoenix and Daphne had encountered. The soldier met Sabrina's gaze with fury filled eyes. Sabrina glared back at him, her fingers curling into fists as she mentally dared him to try anything.

A loud, "SWEET CHEEKS," snapped Sabrina out of her death glare match with the soldier. She turned her attention back to the others to see a grinning Phoenix punch Little John in the shoulder.

Most of the fatigue had left the Phoenix's face. Her pale skin shone and her smile was wide and sincere, not a fake version placed to hide weariness, though her amber eyes still flickered around anxiously. Quick revitalization must be part of the Phoenix power package, Sabrina thought.

"SUGAR MUFFIN!" Little John beamed and squeezed the woman into a hug. The Phoenix and Little John liked to joke around with each other about dating, though Sabrina was positive nothing was going to happen between the two of them.

The Phoenix grinned at them all and then her grin vanished, replaced with a frown. "They do not look happy." She muttered, staring at something behind Sabrina.

Sabrina turned around to see Uncle Jake as he made his way towards them, Briar Rose right behind him. Her uncle's blonde hair was sticking up all over the place, like he had ran his hand through it constantly, and his mouth was drawn down into an angry frown.

Two red spots stood out on Briar's cheeks and her features were set into a look of unmovable stubbornness. Her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, a few wisps hanging around her face. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a large coat on, a bag slung over her shoulder and mud covered boots on her feet. A traveling outfit.

Uncle Jake suddenly stopped and spun around. His back tensed up when he realized Briar was following him. Sabrina couldn't hear what he was saying, but from the angry look on Briar's face, it wasn't something the princess wanted to hear.

"Maybe they've found out that marriage isn't the walk in the park they thought it was." The Phoenix muttered.

Daphne stared up at the magical woman. "Have you been married?" She asked, her hand creeping up to her mouth, ready to insert her palm into her mouth.

"What?" Little John faked indignation. "No man can have my sugar bear."

Sabrina studied the woman out of the corner of her eye, trying to see her reaction to the question. The Phoenix's face remained emotionless, her features carved out of stone.

"Marriage and other emotional showings are frowned upon by my kind." The Phoenix murmured.

"Your kind sounds like they have brooms shoved up their . . ." Little John elbowed Robin again. Robin stared up at the big man, his eyebrows drawing together. "Do you really think I have such a poopy mouth?"

Sabrina turned her attention back to her uncle and his new wife. Uncle Jake turned away from Briar and stalked towards them, Briar following right on his heels.

"Oh, look." Briar's grin was triumphant when she spotted the two dragons. "Two dragons! How convenient."

Uncle Jake glared at the Black Dragon. "Did she ask you to come?" He ground out through gritted teeth.

"I do not take orders from humans." The Black Dragon copied Uncle Jake's angry tone.

Jake sighed and dragged a hand through his hair before he turned towards Briar. "I already told you, Briar," His gentle tone barely concealed the annoyance underneath, "you can't come!"

"And I already told you," Briar stubbornly stuck her chin out, her green eyes blazing. "While I respect your opinion, I'm coming!"

Uncle Jake threw his hands up into the air and turned to Robin. "Please tell her she can't come!"

Robin Hood raised his hands and took a step back. "Uh-uh." He said, shaking his head. "I try to stay away from angering females."

"It never ends well." Little John agreed.

A heavy sigh, the sigh of a man at his wits end, passed Uncle Jake's lips. He turned to Briar Rose and crossed his arms over his chest, meeting her stubborn gaze with an equally stubborn look. "Briar. You. Are. Not. Coming." He spoke the words slowly, putting emphasis on all of them.

Briar's emerald green eyes narrowed. "Yes. I. Am."

"Briar . . ." Jake stared but Briar cut him off.

"No, Jake!" Briar's voice was just a step below shouting. Sabrina stared at the princess in shock. She had never seen the normally mild woman so angry. Her tan cheeks were flushed red and her green eyes sparked with a mixture of fury, indignation, and hurt. "I'm not some princess who can't defend herself! I know how to fight! I know how to take care of myself! I'm not some helpless woman! Give me one good, reasonable, reason why I can't come with you!"

"Because I can't lose you again!" Uncle Jake shouted. The fury in her eyes was quickly replaced with shock as Uncle Jake continued, his voice heavy with pain and guilt. "I can't lose you again." He grabbed her hand, little shocks of electricity coursing through him when his rough skin touched her smooth skin, and stared at her intensely, pleading with her to understand. "I just got you back and . . ." He gulped. "And . . . I don't know what I'd do if I lost you again."

Briar stared at him, her features softening as she gripped his hand. "Did you forget that I lost you first?" Her tone was soft but firm as her green eyes searched his face. "And I am not going through that again. For better or for worse? Remember?" She pulled her hand away from her husband's grasp, a smile curving her lips. "I'm going." She turned around and gracefully climbed up the Blue Dragon's lowered neck.

Uncle Jake shook his head and gave the others a small grin, all the fight leaking out of him. "That's my wife."

"Just wait until she gets you about doing the dishes." Robin said the words like a wise old veteran giving advice to a new soldier.

Uncle Jake's lips cracked into full grin. He turned around to find a beaming Daphne standing in front of him.

"You like my hat?" She asked.

Uncle Jake laughed and swept her into a hug, squeezing her tight. "The hat's definitely you, Daph." He said as he let her go and hugged a very surprised Red. He laughed again when he saw the shocked look on her face. "Now that you're a part of this family, you'd better get used to it," he winked at her, "We're a family of huggers."

A happy grin broke out on Red's face, joy brightening her usually solemn grey eyes.

Uncle Jake turned to Sabrina and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight.

"Be careful, Uncle Jake." Sabrina whispered softly so the others couldn't hear. She didn't want Daphne to know she was worried.

Uncle Jake winked at her. "Don't worry, 'Brina. It's only a scouting mission. I should be back before supper tomorrow."

"Oh, Mom said to tell you goodbye and good luck." Sabrina said. "She's helping Nurse Sprat at the infirmary." Sabrina's blue gaze flickered around the clearing, searching for her father and grandmother. "But I don't know where Dad and Granny are."

Uncle Jake climbed non-too-gracefully onto the Black Dragon's lowered neck. He nearly slipped off twice which prompted an irritated growl from the dragon. "Charming wanted to talk to the two of them, so they wished me luck earlier today."

"Probably wanted them to mow the grass," Robin muttered under his breath, "'cause we have to have the camp looking spotless."

Sabrina and the others backed up as the dragons unfurled their large wings, triggering gasps of awe from the Everafters gathered around the edge of the clearing. The dragons began the flap their wings, stirring up large clouds of dust and sending a gust of wind slamming into Sabrina's face. She held her hand over her eyes to block out the dust as the wind whipped her blonde hair behind her.

The dragons flapped their wings again and then leaped into the air, circling around the camp once before flying off. Sabrina watched them go, her hand falling to her side, and worriedly chewed her lip. She knew her uncle was only trying to find out where the Scarlet Hand was holding the dragons but . . . the last time Uncle Jake had fought the Scarlet Hand dragons hadn't gone well.

"Don't worry. They'll be fine." Sabrina turned around to find herself staring into the Phoenix's warm eyes.

"Did you have another vision?" Sabrina asked, fear and curiosity warring inside of her.

The woman shook her head, her gaze turning back to the quickly receding shapes of the dragons. "No, but your uncle is a very resourceful man and so is his wife." Her smile was reassuring as she looked at the girl. "They'll be fine."

Sabrina opened her mouth when Red said, "What is that?"

Sabrina looked at the little girl to see her staring at the sky, her silver eyes narrowed in confusion. Sabrina followed the girl's stare to see an odd looking shape flying through the air, coming towards them. As it got closer, Sabrina realized that it was Puck carrying what looked like . . . a giant chicken leg.

"Is he carrying a chicken leg?" Robin Hood asked, frowning at the quickly approaching fairy.

"I think so." Daphne muttered.

Puck landed in the clearing and carelessly dropped the chicken leg onto the ground. He stalked towards them and stopped in front of Sabrina, sticking a dirty finger in her face. "You lied!" He accused. His blonde hair was a mess of twigs and blackened leaves, and a dark smudge of soot stood out against his far fairy skin like a bruise.

Sabrina took a step back. "No, I didn't!" She snarled and then paused. "What did I supposedly lie about?"

Puck glared at her. "You said the Hag's house was at the end of the path. I went to the end of the path and there was no house!" His emerald green eyes were crossed slightly as he glared at her, as if he was staring at the spot between her eyes instead of really looking at her.

"Maybe Baba Yaga put a cloaking device on the house." Daphne suggested.

Puck rolled his eyes. "I think I would have noticed if the house was wearing a cloak, marshmallow." He glared at Sabrina. "The only obvious explanation is that you lied!"

"Or maybe you got lost!" Sabrina growled. She curled her hands into fists, digging her fingernails into her skin to distract her from losing herself in the fairy's green gaze. Instead she focused on the plump worm that was sticking out of the fairy's hair.

"I've lived in that forest for ten years!" The fairy snapped, crossing his arms across his chest. "I don't get lost."

Sabrina scoffed. "Then why did you need me to tell you where the house was?"

"Do you like my hat, Puck?" Daphne interjected quickly before the two could strangle each other.

Puck turned to look at the little girl, watching as the hat slid down her face again. His lips curled into a impish grin as he reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a roll of duct tape. "If you hold still, I can make sure that hat never slides down your face again."

Daphne held up her hands and took a step back, shaking her head vigorously. "I'm not letting you come anywhere near me with that!"

"You carry duct tape in your pocket?" For some reason, that fact frightened Sabrina.

Puck's mischievous grin widened. "Among other things."

"And that, ladies and gentleman, is way I lock my door at night." Robin Hood announced.

Puck looked at him, an eyebrow raised. "The door's not the only way into a cabin." He spoke like he was explaining something to a little kid.

Little John threw up his hands. "Well, I'm never sleeping again."

"WAIT A SECOND!" The Phoenix shouted. "If you didn't see the house, then where'd you get the chicken leg?"

Puck's green eyes lit up. "Oh, it was so awesome. I was flying around trying to find the house when there was this loud BOOM!" His shout caused Red to jump. "When I finally made it to the explosion, there was this whole tunnel of trees burnt to a crisp and a bunch of cool stuff was just lying around on the ground. There was a chair, a broken T.V., some useless books . . ."

The Phoenix held up her hands, stopping the fairy midsentence. "So, technically, you found the ruins of a house."

Puck frowned, his forehead bunching in thought. "Well, yeah, I guess I did."

Little John groaned and buried his face in his large hands. "Oh, sweet cheese biscuits."

"You found the ruins of a house and you didn't think to tell us?" The fairy's idiocy made Sabrina want to scream. How could she have ever even liked him?

Puck glared at her and crossed his arms defensively over his chest. "You never asked."

"Did you see any bodies, or anyone around?" The Phoenix's eyes flickered with worry.

Puck shook his head. "There was nothing around. No birds, no animals, nothing." He plucked the worm out of his hair, sniffed it, and then tossed it onto the ground.

"That's not good." Robin Hood's face was twisted into an expression of worry and shock. "What could have possibly destroyed the witch's home?" He asked, turning to the Phoenix.

The woman shook her head and ran a hand through her hair. "I have no idea." She muttered. "But whatever it is, it must be powerful."

"And it definitely isn't on our side." Little John growled.

Sabrina's lips pulled down into a frown and she glanced at Daphne. The little girl's brown eyes mirrored the worried look in Sabrina's. "Do you think it could have been the Scarlet Hand?" Sabrina asked as memories from when she had traveled to the future paraded through her mind.

"No, the Easter Bunny did it." Puck's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Of course they did it!" He sneered at her and then quickly looked away, avoiding eye contact.

"Do you think . . . she's dead?" Daphne asked before Sabrina could snap at the fairy.

The Phoenix didn't answer. Her amber eyes were staring ahead, looking over the wall and at the tips of the trees that were barely visible over the wooden spikes.

"Phoenix?" Sabrina asked again.

The Phoenix blinked and turned her head towards Sabrina. "Huh? Oh . . .I don't know." The woman answered distractedly.

"Well, we have to tell the others." Robin Hood said. "Little John and I will get Arthur and his men."

"Puck, Sabrina, Red and I can get our family and Charming." Daphne offered, her brown eyes worried.

Robin Hood nodded his head and ran out of the clearing, Little John hot on his heels.

Daphne grabbed Red's hand and started to walk towards one of the pathways that branched off the main clearing. "We should check the cabin first." She shouted over her shoulder.

Puck took a step towards them and then stopped, his green eyes glancing over to Sabrina. He hesitated for an instant as their eyes locked, his green ones filled with uncertainty. His lips parted slightly, as if he was about to say something, and then he abruptly turned and ran after the girls.

Sabrina watched them go, trying to ignore the hurt that twisted inside of her. So, what? The smelly, immature fairy didn't like her! Who cared?

She turned to look at the Phoenix, her eyes narrowing worriedly. The Phoenix was still staring towards the direction of the woods, a small frown pulling down the edges of her lips. Her eyes were deep, swirling amber pools of confusion and disbelief. "Is everything okay?" Sabrina asked slowly, not sure she wanted an answer.

The woman glanced at her briefly before staring up at the sky, her frown deepening. "I don't know." Her voice was soft and held an unfamiliar uncertainty. "I really don't know."