After

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Disclaimer: I am not Michael Buckley therefore I sadly do not own Puck or any other of the Sister's Grimm characters or plotlines.

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"Have you ever heard of the brothers Grimm?"

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Alison's POV

"What do some loony fairytale dudes have to do with me having wings?" I cried.

"Just answer my question!" Mom snapped.

"They wrote fairy tales." I said, annoyed. I still couldn't figure out how to get down, so I was still hitting the ceiling.

"Yes, but they aren't exactly fairy tales." Mom said.

"What do you mean?"

Mom took a deep breath. "Ok, this is going to be confusing, I know it will. So, please just, no questions until I'm done, ok?"

"Sure, whatever." I said.

"Ok, you are descendants of the Brothers Grimm, and they didn't write fairy tales. They are historical events of things that really happened. All of the characters in the stories are real. We call them everafters. Most of them used to live in Ferryport Landing until we took down the barrier that kept them in. Since we are the descendants of Wilhelm, it is our job to check out anything suspicious and keep the peace. You could call us 'fairy tale detectives.'"

I stared at her. Had my mother gone crazy? It couldn't be true. I might have believed she was off her rocker if it weren't for the huge, pink insect wings holding me aloft. But I still didn't quite believe it. It could be some sick joke she was trying to pull on us.

Emma, on the other hand, was clinging to every word. "Really, are you an everafter? Is dad one? Are we everafters? What kind of everafter are you?"

"Whoa, Emma slow down, yes your dad and I are everafters, which make you two ones. I'm a human everafter. I was made an everafter when Mr. Canis put our family in the book of everafters."

"What is the book of everafters?" Emma asked her eyes as wide as saucers.

"It is a book with every single fairy tale that ever happened. But a person can do more than just read the tales; you can go into the book and re-live the stories. You can even go in and change the history. It is a very dangerous book, if it falls into the wrong hands."

"That is so cool! What kind of everafter is dad?"

"Your father is a-" Mom was interrupted by the door slamming and a voice calling,

"I'm home, Stinkpot!"

"I'm upstairs, Dogface!" Mom called back. "I'll be down in a minute!"

Mom left the room and I heard her run down the stairs.

"This is so gravy!" Emma said using one of Aunt Daphne's words she made up when she was a kid.

"No, this is not gravy!" I shouted. My head hurt. I wasn't sure if it was from hitting my head on the ceiling constantly or from all of the information I just got. "This is horrible! What will my friends say? Why did mom and Dad keep this from us all this time?"

"I don't know. Stop being so negative."

"Stop being so annoying! You're not the one who has wings coming out of your back!"

"You're the lucky one. I want to have wings!"

"What am I supposed to do about school and my friends? I can't go to school with wings!"

"Whatever, your just being a jerkazoid."

Just then Mom came into the room with Dad.

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Sabrina's POV

"I'm home, Stinkpot!" I heard Puck yell.

"I'm upstairs Dogface! I'll be down in a minute!" I shouted back.

I ran down the stairs and saw Puck lying on the couch. "Make me food woman!" He teased when he saw me.

"Get it yourself." I told him. "We have a, uhm…, situation upstairs." But Puck wasn't listening. He was lying on the couch in front of the T.V. He got up, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and went to the kitchen.

"Do we have any chips? 'Cause chips sound really good right now."

"Puck-"

"What? We don't have chips? That's just sad."

"Puck! Your daughter-"

"Ahah! I found the chips!" He said, pulling the chips out of the pantry. "And you said we didn't have any."

I was fed up. I grabbed Puck by the ears and dragged him up the stairs to Alison's room.

"Ow, ow, ow," Puck complained das I pulled him up the stairs. When I let go of him he rubbed his ear and said "What was that for!"

I pointed into Alison's room where Emma stood and Alison floated, her insect wings still flapping.

"Alison got her wings! Why didn't you say something?" Puck exclaimed. I facepalmed. Sometimes I really don't know why I married him.

"Just help her, she's freaking out."

Puck sprouted his wings and flew up to help his daughter.

"Dad's a fairy?" Emma cried excitedly.

"The king of Faire," Puck said proudly.

"OMG!" Emma screamed "This is the BEST DAY EVER!"

"No it is not!" Alison sobbed. "I don't want to be a fairy, I want to be normal! What will people think of me?"

"They won't know you're a fairy. And no one will ever find out about the family secret." I said sternly. "Understood?"

"Why?" Emma asked.

"Because no one can know that fairytales are real," I said. "You have to promise me that you won't tell anyone, no matter how much you want to."

"I promise," They both said.

"But, Mom, what if we accidently slip up and tell someone?" Emma asked.

"I'll give both of you a little bit of forgetful dust and I'll show you how to use it, but first, let's get Alison down.

Puck was floating next to Alison now. "Allie, think of your wings like they are your arms. Just think about them stopping flapping."

Alison closed her eyes and concentrated. Then suddenly, her wings roughly stopped flapping and she fell out of the sky and landed on her stomach on her bed.

Puck floated down nest to her. "You should work on that." He said. "Now to, how to I put this? I guess you could call it 'putting your wings away'. Well anyway to 'put your wings away' you just… tell them to I guess. Just think about them folding into your back.

Alison's face morphed into a look of concentration. But her wings wouldn't go away.

"Try harder," I urged. Alison tried again and for a brief moment her wings folded away. But then they popped back out.

"Try picturing them folding up and being slipped into a pocket on the back of your shirt." Puck suggested.

Alison tried that and soon her wings folded away.

"Until you get used to your wings, they could pop out at any time, so until further notice, no social activities." Puck said.

"But, I was going to the movies on Friday! And what about school?"

"You will have to reschedule the movies. And as for school, I will call the school and tell you that we are leaving for a vacation and you won't be at school for a while. I can get the work that you will be doing for the next two weeks so you can stay caught up." I said.

"But-" Alison started.

"No buts, you are not going anywhere for two weeks."

"So I'm under house arrest?"

"You could say that. But this will be more…entertaining than house arrest." I said.

"And why is that."

"Because you are going to start your training."

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