At this point the whole world started to disappear like a painting burning, little holes starting to appear slowly, puncturing holes in the grand landscape. Sabrina turned and stared, momentarily forgetting her Aunt and her Prince Charming. Her mouth opened, speechless, and she felt a sickening weight drop into her gut. She could only watch on as the lake began vanishing like a big blanket of black had been pulled over it. Her hands shook.

"Hilda!" Sabrina cried, above the furious wind that had suddenly arisen around her and turned to face her, but-

Hilda had gone.

Sabrina wanted to cry. Around her, the beauty was quickly being slashed and ripped and burned into this painful nothing that looked like death. She pointed her finger at the ground, begging for it to stop but it wouldn't stop! She was powerless. She was scared, scared of not saying goodbye, scared of hurting, scared of never finishing the dreams she only assumed she would accomplish, scared of dying. She looked down and saw the ravaging beast burn up the grass below her. The soft, reassuring brush of the grass was gone and as she watched she was starting to be taken too.

Last chance for goodbyes... And then she remembered Salem!

Wasting no time for her to be completely consumed, she looked around for Salem's furry shape among, what used to be the beautiful meadow. Damn, why did he have to be black of all colours! And then she saw them, his green eyes staring up into the massacre of the mountains, he caught eyes with her for one second, she thought she saw him open his mouth, move his legs but then-

He was gone.

And it was completely black.

And Sabrina felt alone.

So alone.

She wondered if she was dying.

Or if she was dead.

"S-Salem, are y-you there?"

"Zelda," Hilda yawned, "I just had a very peculiar dream..."

Zelda's keen yet bored eyes looked expectantly up at her, "really, what is it? I'll listen to anything to pass the time."

She scrunched up her legs to allow for her sister to sit but Hilda remained standing.

Her sister grinned, sitting on the arm of the couch (and not noticing the spare seat), "Well I was on a date with this gorgeous prince in this beautiful place and, well, he was just gorgeo-"

"Get to the point, Hilda..." Zelda groaned.

She glanced dejectedly at her watch for a second- three hours! How long did it take them to cast one life-saving spell!

"You are no fun sometimes," she huffed, "well I thought we were alone until guess who interrupts us, but Sabrina!"

Her sister sighed, "Your sub-conscious playing games with you or a side effect of the m-"

Thwack! Zelda looked down at where her sister's fist rested lightly on the wooden surface, "I'm not making this up!"

She gritted her teeth as she noticed her hot drink was now speckled in large and small brown puddles all over their coffee table.

She forced a smile and Hilda was lowered reassuringly onto the couch beside her, "Calm down... Definitely a side effect from the Magic Strain... Maybe I was a bit impatient, go on."

Hilda squished her lips together sourly, "She interrupted us and we had an argument about... What was it again? Oh yeah, something about her turning up and ruining my perfect date... She tried to convince me she was real... And then, after I thought the dream had ended... I heard her scream... And call for Salem... I even swear I saw her for a second... Standing alone in darkness really scared... I've never had a dream like that before- Zelly, am I crazy, or could she maybe... of been teleported into my dreams?"

"Curious dream, impossible though, I never made a setting that could transfer someone into someone else's dreams. That would be an extremely complicated and intricate process, which would certainly take me weeks or months to make, if it were possible at all..."

"But... How come we can just touch someone and go into their dreams and yet we can't teleport there?" Hilda hated being brushed aside when she came up had come up with, what she thought was an amazing and plausible idea. Better yet, her sister hadn't thought of it!

Zelda opened her mouth to answer but was stopped by a familiar ding!

"Toaster..." She mumbled leaping up.

"Sabrina..." Her sister concluded, running after Zelda into the kitchen and almost slamming into the bench where, oh so innocently sat the dreaded machine with a horribly familiar white shape sitting inside.

Zelda looked up at her with a heavy frown and bit her lip which such force it throbbed and then bled, leaving a bland taste in her mouth. The letter poked neatly out, quite impertinent really. She reached in and let out a curse when she touched the hot letter. Being more careful, the letter was quickly retrieved. Hilda gulped. It was still. It was tense.

She placed her right thumb on the side of the envelope, "here it goes."

Ripping it open, she glanced at the letter...

Author's Note: Ooooh suspense! Sorry I haven't updated for aaaages, I was feeling uninspired and slightly disheartened that no one had even reviewed...

But someone did! Hoooorah! Thankyou Nikkirenzo59! :D

And now I shall continue because even just one review makes a story definitely worth writing. :)